My dominant,
Holder of my lonely heart
Keeper of my fear
protector of my soul
your lies are the only part,
of you I've learned to hear,
My other half that makes me whole.
within your eyes I see the art
of keeping love unclear
and thus you gain control
My submissive.
In the dance of love, one is the giver and one the taker. It's sad that the equality we hold as an ideal in reality seems unattainable in human experience. Powerful in it's compact delivery, Pierre!
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