MasterNick83

I am not here for shallow words,
nor hollow games dressed up as worlds.
I have lived the heat of leather nights,
the silence cut by whispered rites.

My hands know power, my voice commands,
I’ve bent strong wills, I’ve tied sure hands.
The night bends low when I command,
its silence kneels to my demand.

Yet even steel can ache to bend,
to taste the edge where rules might end.
A thought half-hidden, a restless fire:
to wonder what yielding might inspire.

I’ve walked with women, fierce and free,
but curiosity now pulls at me—
a man’s dark gaze, a rougher test,
the press of strength against my chest.

Do not mistake: I will not fade,
I seek no cage, I crave no blade.
But I honor truth in every role,
and hunger deep to feel it whole.