One Hundred

I have this need
To help others
To please
Some say I’m too eager
But if I don’t I’ll bleed
Out
Onto the carpet

Love spills over
And over again pleading
Let me out
Let me be
This eager whore
To please
Giving only to you

Don’t you see?
How anxious it makes me?
I crave your direction
Gain desire and want from you
Why can’t you give it to me?
Be the guiding hand on
My quickly confused head
Can you be the man I seek?
One like others call Master or Sir
May I call you Daddy,
Instead?