Caught Looking
There is a phrase “she caught my eye”
which now I understand.
I can’t not look, although I try,
Aroused I am unmanned.
You cross your legs and draw my eyes
Down to your booted heel.
I bend my neck and hypnotized,
Look like a fool and kneel.
Upon my head you place your hand
As if I were your hound.
“Good dog” you say, and then command:
“Get on the floor now down!!”
I learn my place – beneath your feet –
And find my pride was but conceit.
Thank you duckie.