A comment by my good friend led me to this particular verse:)
There once was a little faery who had a bit of kink.
With a diamond studded whip and golden chain.
If you find yourself dreaming of this particular pixie,
count yourself lucky.
She doesn’t choose just anyone:)
She once met a older mage of ill repute who
satisfied her animal urge.
Even though it was a bit perverse.
He took her dancing naked in the moonlight.
Laughing gleefully, he scooped her away
To play another day.
Their story grows old as they usually do,
Never fear, another night comes,
A whisper of time
for one such as her.
She is ageless and beautiful.
And she will find you.