IcarusDreams

Though sometimes I use her lust.
I do not abuse her trust.
Nor give her pain,
For pains sake.
Why break a lovely spirit?
Why risk it all?
When,
My joy is her pleasure.
Her pleasure, is my joy.

Though I always command her.
I never demand.
Though I push her limits.
I do so with my love.
Knowing it is,
Her fondest desire.
The fuel of her fire.
As my command of her, is mine.

She is my other half.
As I am hers.
My souls mate.
Without her, I am not.
Without me, she is not.
But together, we are whole.
We are changed.
Into something,
Greater than ourselves.

She Honors me,
By calling me Master.
Giving her submission.
I honor her,
With my love, protection and respect.
My Dominance, her shroud.

So I ask of you.
Who then is Master.
Who then is the slave.