Puzzles: when I see her

When my domme morrigan appears, when she smiles,

Like mona lisa, or smugly, sitting on her pussy, bends her head

Slightly like some nun in compassion, or looks angry

Something I’ve done, growls, or scared of me, even,

In uncontrolled lust, and her asking God why lately, I ask

My domme morrigan, why she does, in my standing staring

Back at the most beautiful woman, a goddess, become lust

Like I’m seeing something that fulfills all my desires, I go dumb

See her move perfectly, feel more worthy, the morrigan appears

Before my poetry, to praise, with unashamed love: I see her giggle