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Sometimes I write with words in rhyme
What I cannot express in verbal times
The thoughts that swirl.inside my head
When emotions are full and need to be expressed.
I hope you enjoy s glimpse into my souls
About  how I feel, what makes me whole

****

In this world where I reside
A constant presents walks by my side
Holding my hand through *** and doubt
A form I cannot live without.
It holds my soul in gentle hands
Controls my steps with subtle commands
Guiding me to always strive
Never letting my resolve subside.

Who is this form I hear you say?
Who journeys with you both night and day?
He is my demon, he is my light
He is the one who controls my life
He brings me pleasure beyond compare
He brings me *** without dispare.

How can this be that you would give
Your life to one who controls how you live?
What power does he have to hold you so?
Can you not walk alone, can you not just go?

I have walked alone, thinking I was free
I have walked with those that I thought loved me?
But on my path I found
That its not enough to just take a hand.
This form takes more from me, than I alow the world to see.
It climbs inside my very soul
And tears apart the chains that hold
The very darkest parts of me, and lays them bare for all to see.

Who is this one who has such presence
Who's strength and resolve can see your very essence?
It must be strong and powerful beyond compare
To hold and bind you in its snare?

No my friend you have this wrong
It did not come with strength alone
It came with heart and passion and need
It came with longing and want and greed
It came to own and posses my soul
It came to take and to Control

But it is also weak and soft and kind
It has its doubts and worries of mind
It has a life like many do
Full of stress and trouble too
But in me it has found its release
A place of safety a place of peace
Where is can be all it wants to be
A place where it can be truly free

I give  it strength as it takes mine
I give it power to control and bind
I surrender to its every need,
I alow the darkness.a place to feed

It holds me fast and I hold it
Through times of trouble
Through times of bliss
I give it control, it gives me courage
To just be me to grow and flourish
And it has in me a place to be..completely open completely fee.

It is not the clothes that make this one
It is not the stature it is not just the Dom
It is the way he gets inside..
Sees my soul, feeds my mind.
In rags or riches it would be the same
It is not the fortune it is not the name

It is everything he sees inside
It is how he takes what he requires
It is how he allowes me to be
To give to release to serve and be free

In chains or cuffs, restraints or collar
In *** or tears or ***ful ***
I am exactly what he allows me to be
For he has knows the real me
And I will skip and step with pride
As I walk behind his left side
My path is his to choose for me
Without reserve
So.mote it be.

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Wonderfully expressive writing made more real by the occasional spelling error. The emotion trancends the spelling. :kissing_heart:

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@Oldfellow ***y hell its not a spelling contest!! Or an exam Thanks for your input but not needed... Some people... Take no notice of Bamber Gascoigne lol ❤️❤️

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PD ….. What a beautiful piece of poetry, such thoughtful insights into your World! Have a great weekend 🤩🥰🙏❤️

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1 hour ago, ShropshireDom66 said:

@Oldfellow ***y hell its not a spelling contest!! Or an exam Thanks for your input but not needed... Some people... Take no notice of Bamber Gascoigne lol ❤️❤️

White knight syndrome?

 

Ever heard of constructive criticism?

Do you know that the OP would object to old fellows comment?

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It is so hard to put the inexpressible down in words.

 

Your words carried such an empowered tranquillity that it highlighted the narrative.

Bravo!

  • 2 weeks later...
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On 7/10/2021 at 12:03 PM, PaganDawn said:

Sometimes I write with words in rhyme
What I cannot express in verbal times
The thoughts that swirl.inside my head
When emotions are full and need to be expressed.
I hope you enjoy s glimpse into my souls
About  how I feel, what makes me whole

****

In this world where I reside
A constant presents walks by my side
Holding my hand through *** and doubt
A form I cannot live without.
It holds my soul in gentle hands
Controls my steps with subtle commands
Guiding me to always strive
Never letting my resolve subside.

Who is this form I hear you say?
Who journeys with you both night and day?
He is my demon, he is my light
He is the one who controls my life
He brings me pleasure beyond compare
He brings me *** without dispare.

How can this be that you would give
Your life to one who controls how you live?
What power does he have to hold you so?
Can you not walk alone, can you not just go?

I have walked alone, thinking I was free
I have walked with those that I thought loved me?
But on my path I found
That its not enough to just take a hand.
This form takes more from me, than I alow the world to see.
It climbs inside my very soul
And tears apart the chains that hold
The very darkest parts of me, and lays them bare for all to see.

Who is this one who has such presence
Who's strength and resolve can see your very essence?
It must be strong and powerful beyond compare
To hold and bind you in its snare?

No my friend you have this wrong
It did not come with strength alone
It came with heart and passion and need
It came with longing and want and greed
It came to own and posses my soul
It came to take and to Control

But it is also weak and soft and kind
It has its doubts and worries of mind
It has a life like many do
Full of stress and trouble too
But in me it has found its release
A place of safety a place of peace
Where is can be all it wants to be
A place where it can be truly free

I give  it strength as it takes mine
I give it power to control and bind
I surrender to its every need,
I alow the darkness.a place to feed

It holds me fast and I hold it
Through times of trouble
Through times of bliss
I give it control, it gives me courage
To just be me to grow and flourish
And it has in me a place to be..completely open completely fee.

It is not the clothes that make this one
It is not the stature it is not just the Dom
It is the way he gets inside..
Sees my soul, feeds my mind.
In rags or riches it would be the same
It is not the fortune it is not the name

It is everything he sees inside
It is how he takes what he requires
It is how he allowes me to be
To give to release to serve and be free

In chains or cuffs, restraints or collar
In *** or tears or ***ful ***
I am exactly what he allows me to be
For he has knows the real me
And I will skip and step with pride
As I walk behind his left side
My path is his to choose for me
Without reserve
So.mote it be.

A truly delightful, engaging and adorable poem my sweet. As I read the words I felt all your emotion. The love and affection, the connection, the fulfilment of why we desire this lifestyle. I’m blown away by your adorable words. Total brilliance, adorable and engaging. 😘😘
 

 

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July 20, Steve78 said:

A truly delightful, engaging and adorable poem my sweet. As I read the words I felt all your emotion. The love and affection, the connection, the fulfilment of why we desire this lifestyle. I’m blown away by your adorable words. Total brilliance, adorable and engaging. 😘😘
 

 

What can I say..I am so happy to ensure such words. And so glad to hear I got across exactly the emotions I intended. Thank you 😊😊😊

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