Re-leashed

"Re-leash me," she wrote
In a note
Stuck in his pocket
With his coffee receipt
That morning just before the rain
As if she'd known he'd lock it
Without deceit
And feign
In public that he'd never noticed her
Flick a round nickle ring
On a leather collar 'round her neck.
She'd softly called him "Sir"
Hoping that was his thing
And he'd leave her libido a wreck
But so satisfied and hushed
To be re-leashed.