Calm And Lovely

A calm and lovely woman kneels barefoot;
She’s in my drawing room dressed in a gown;
Well, when I say she’s dressed – the point is moot
Because, of course, I’ve pulled the top half down
And had her spread her legs to show her all:
What claim has she to privacy, when I
Have owned her through the years, as she’ll recall?
But, if she’s prompted nicely, she will fly
Back through the years and months to halcyon days,
When she was trained and learned that all I need
Is her obedience, through all the plays
I've often put her through, so we can feed
Your appetites with snapshots in this verse:
A calm and lovely woman could do worse.