|
by: Sir Wolfr1 2005 Her world who few would admit to but so many crave Clothed in steel and leather in honor and love She is free for she is a slave Many women of today would look upon her and wonder And many would turn their head in disguist away Refusing to understand their own desires Or how this woman could so proudly a collar display To be so proud that she is owned To bend to any mear man her knee Honored and proud to wear His name upon her throat They wonder what they cannot or will not see And as she kneels there in the shadows She smiles a soft and secret smile none will ever see A smile of sadness for passion forever surpasses and lost She smiles for those women in pity and sympathy For she realizes that they know nothing of womanhood And even less of the hunger that burns within their breast They make of love an innocent game And ignore in their hearts what their sould protect To give love and honor for His dominance To give her obedience to he who holds her soul She knows there is no shame in such submission For in that submission she is made whole To her sisters who would hold her in such contempt Who say that no man could tame their proud spirited sins She smiles in the knowledge that she is above such games For she knows that bended knee isn't death of love but where it begins So let them offer their pity and scorn the woman in chains Let them deny their dreams in the dark of the night For as they dream the dreams of which they will never speak She knows that soon those dreams will turn passion ignite 
|
