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I am a gentleman who is looking for a lady to take care of in every way.
Where is she?
I've searched long and hard but have yet to find her.
She is a mystery to me thus far.
She is soft and delicate,
a rose among thorns.
She is assertive and independent,
strong and inellectual.
Yet she is in want,
she is in need of direction.
She desires to serve and submit.
She is restless and unruly at times and yearns
for her master's firm hand and control.
She is out there-
I am calling out to her.
I am ready to give her that direction,
I am eager to ease her restlessness and
give myself to her as she is given to me.
She needs to be taught and fostered,
shaped and molded.
She is but a lump of clay before the sculpture's hand.
Above all she needs to be nutured and loved
by the Master she seeks to obey.
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