In the dark of the heated night Shines a solitary light In the heart it beats Stronger and faster It's the light she shows When she feels her Master Her blood runs hotter In the depth of that night Simply to leave his side Is a painful fight She obeys his whim Not out of fear But simply for the approval She may or may not hear Her service is not To his power or brawn But his strength of will Makes her heart his pawn His mind reals When he feels her close Not out of weakness But because he owns No man can fully love That he does not fully possess She who is owned Feels it no less A bully will never Know full surrender Because his brawn Will not his a heart render The Master, it is said Controls more with his eyes Than the strongest man Could manage otherwise Just as a slave cannot win A Master through deceit A heart is not claimed Through the soul's defeat He builds her up He wants not a weakling She drinks of his strength Their passions mingling It's not about sex Any can meld flesh There is so much more When essences mesh It happens more than once Nobody has sole claim If you learn of yourself It may call your name It isn't a playground This is not a game It comes to those unknown And even those of fame It has a moniker It could be a title It has a power No one concept can bridle Domination... Submission They are so inadequate to describe What occurs when people Choose to share their lives Surrender to who you are That's the only way to find it For being who you think you should be Will only serve to hide it (c) 2003 TexBlueEyes/Hayal`Seyyal
This poem seems unfinished, because this is the
point where the journey begins. |