Dominatrix, is the name that she takes,
Love and favour are pawns she in turn breaks.
She knows what they like, she knows how to tame,
Her aim is protection, in the midst of a Great Game.
Cut your hands you will, if you slap his face.
Clever he is, he looked in the right place.
Awoke, he did, in a mysterious bed,
Her beauty laid not at the waist but inside of her head.
In a devilish tango of power and sin,
Nothing was more chief than the one who would win.
And although her photos were her only insurance,
Sherlocked, they were, without her measurements.
The Woman, The Whiphand, she has won two.
Point to Adler, Holmes had not a clue.