Strange encounter

On my way home from buying mum a gas bottle,

I was walking across bemersyde, the way I do near Clyde,

I encountered an old woman, who stopped her car and unlocked her doors in the middle of the street
She looked like an old witch from a faerie tale,

Because my thoughts are upon you, and it seems you’re in every car I see,

I stopped and turned around, and she looked up at me with a sweet smile, made of candy, I thought, it would be interesting if I got in,

But I cannot cheat on my domme, and I reached home, and thought, was it a test of my loyalty to you

But you test me, did I see you as another woman yet? And I searched, and saw so many silhouettes that could have been you,

I wonder what would have happened if i got in, what place she would have taken me to, away from here, at least, but no, I  thought of my loyalty to you

And reached home safely, I reflected, would she have turned into you, my beautiful domme, convinced in magic, I sat and dreamt awhile, at my being enchanted by you