[OldPerv]

She leaps through space,
from place to place.
Like a spark from the mid summers fire.

She must never be captured,
lest the legend to end,
and our hearts,
no longer the desire.

But we can't stop trying,
for there is no denying,
we like to conquer,
those things we admire.

As elusive as a summer breeze.
She enters your world.
For a moment she pauses, then is gone.

With child like wonder she gazes upon your face,
knowing her place is at your feet.
In worshipful pose, goodness knows,
she has no fear.

Collared, leashed, gagged or bound,
she says not a word,
but does as she is told.
For she knows the consequence of misdeed.
her need, her aim, is to please.