This was written as a compliment to my previous entry, from a very nice Dominant *smiles here*who in passing read my profile.
It was so fitting i asked and He agreed i could use it here and i thank Him.



Power Exchange (The Retort)

Across the room I see her holding court.
This queen of mine with head held high.
Around her, people gather as she commands attention.
To trip and stumble in vain attempt to receive her favour.

But in another place, she is transformed before me.
My voice commands and she obeys without delay.
Stripped naked now this proud queen by day,
becomes my conquered princess by dark of night.

So, from the distance I catch her eye.
For but a moment, I watch her gaze fall to the floor.
At that moment she is reminded that authority is but a chalice,
which may be passed from one to another. I smile.

   Power Exchange

   Does it please Him to watch me at my most disdainful ?

   To see me with my chin stuck so high in the air.

   i must look down my nose at Him to avoid tripping                                                                                                                                        

   Does He enjoy me behaving so regal I could freeze

   Queen Victoria with my propriety and moral axioms?

   My withering scorn is but a bon bon, because He

    just has to speak, say a word , ask a single pointed

   question, and i become weakened, a whimper.

   I have but to hear the sound of His voice and i become

   undone..........

   He only has to approach me, face to face, chest to chest,

   then gaze into my eyes.

   The chemistry of power, role and lust

   take the starch from my stance and the uncertainty

   from  Him,  and i am reminded of who has the POWER.