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by: Sir Wolfr1 2000 Whom she calls Master, her lover and her friend She lays her head upon my chest And wished the moment would never end "Master" she whispered as I held her close "Why do you shed a tear? The thought that I might have failed you My Lord it is more than I can bare" "Failed my pet?" I asked As I stroked her hair soothing away her fears "I would not be happier than I am this day If I lived a thousand more years I see you wear my collar pet As I mold your heart, mind, body and soul To see the truth the shines forth from your eyes my love Can any man have more worthy goal? Come my pet the night is short And you must have your sleep Rest your head and calm your fears As over you a watch I keep" I tucked her into her bed I looked down upon her sleeping form Shaking my head I smiled and thought Of what the vanillas called 'the norm' I thought in saddness of where they were now A lifetime ago I had stood How the path that I had traveled since Not one in a thousand could 'I am a Dom' he thought proudly to himself The one she kneels to of her own desire The power she grants me to love, honor, correct and control Is a power strong and pure as her own inner fire To own this woman to make her mine What man could ask for more To see her kneel at my feet each day To know such freedom as with the clouds she soars I could not ask for no other life And would accept no other to call my own I thought of the sweetness, passion, tears and joy And smiled for my slave is the sweetest harvest that I could have ever sown For we are the Yen and Yang, the Dom and the sub Each giving what the other doth yearn to take Each of us with a hunger, a bright burning need That none save the other could ever hope to stake 
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