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This is a poem that has been shared a number of times. Now that I have found it once again, I wanted to share it. Personally I think it has many good points in its very simple message:
The young Dom sat under the starry sky,
His eyes bloodshot and filled with tears.
And thought back upon the events of the night.
How close he had come to harming one he held so dear.
A scene in which he had been inexperienced,
And so had gone unspeakably wrong.
He held his head low in shame and guilt,
And cursed himself in a manner both foul and long.
The old Dom sat down beside him on the bench, outside the ER parking
lot.
He was weathered and old, not unlike the leathers he wore.
But when he saw his face and heard the sobs.
He knew too well what was this young man's thoughts.
"The Doctor says she will be all right,"
He said to the teary eyed man.
Who looked up and smiled and again hung his head low,
And once more the curses and tears anew began.
"This is all my fault," he said through his tears.
"It was I who made the mistake."
"The scene went too far, I should have called it to a halt.
She continued to give, but I had no right to take."
The old gray haired Dom sighed, but had to agree.
For indeed an error had been made this night.
A line had been crossed, and blood had been shed,
And now both men longed to somehow make this wrong right.
"She is a submissive," he said with a sigh.
"One who of her own desire serves on proud bended knee.
With love and respect, but most of all, trust.
And of that trust, it is the Dom who must worthy be."
"It must be your voice, your authority that says what is allowed.
And upon what grounds in love for her you refuse to tread.
For in her love a submissive will go where the angels dare not.
To please her Master, which is both her meat and her bread."
"As Doms we must control them on several levels at once.
For their thoughts, emotions and actions do we accept responsibility.
We dare not loose that control or for an instant allow our attention
to stray,
For a shameful harvest is reaped from that bitter seed."
"This time you were lucky," smiled the Dom as he rose from his seat.
"And from this night I pray that you learn.
The fault matters not, for the error was yours.
And now your submissive's trust you must again earn."
And as the old Dom sighed one last time and turned to go,
One question yet hung on the young mans lips.
For to the Lifestyle he was new, yet his hunger was deep,
And he knew that the old man's knowledge and experience did a
thousand times his own eclipse.
"You are known and respected," he called out to the man's back as he
left.
"And I am fresh to the Life as midmorning's dew.
Yet you give voice to my thoughts as few others could.
I must know...how was it you knew?"
The old Dom stopped and hung his head low,
And without turning spoke the words that from his soul was wrenched.
"Young brother," he said with a tear in his eye.
"How do you think I knew where to find that bench"?
thanks for taking the time to read.
The young Dom sat under the starry sky,
His eyes bloodshot and filled with tears.
And thought back upon the events of the night.
How close he had come to harming one he held so dear.
A scene in which he had been inexperienced,
And so had gone unspeakably wrong.
He held his head low in shame and guilt,
And cursed himself in a manner both foul and long.
The old Dom sat down beside him on the bench, outside the ER parking
lot.
He was weathered and old, not unlike the leathers he wore.
But when he saw his face and heard the sobs.
He knew too well what was this young man's thoughts.
"The Doctor says she will be all right,"
He said to the teary eyed man.
Who looked up and smiled and again hung his head low,
And once more the curses and tears anew began.
"This is all my fault," he said through his tears.
"It was I who made the mistake."
"The scene went too far, I should have called it to a halt.
She continued to give, but I had no right to take."
The old gray haired Dom sighed, but had to agree.
For indeed an error had been made this night.
A line had been crossed, and blood had been shed,
And now both men longed to somehow make this wrong right.
"She is a submissive," he said with a sigh.
"One who of her own desire serves on proud bended knee.
With love and respect, but most of all, trust.
And of that trust, it is the Dom who must worthy be."
"It must be your voice, your authority that says what is allowed.
And upon what grounds in love for her you refuse to tread.
For in her love a submissive will go where the angels dare not.
To please her Master, which is both her meat and her bread."
"As Doms we must control them on several levels at once.
For their thoughts, emotions and actions do we accept responsibility.
We dare not loose that control or for an instant allow our attention
to stray,
For a shameful harvest is reaped from that bitter seed."
"This time you were lucky," smiled the Dom as he rose from his seat.
"And from this night I pray that you learn.
The fault matters not, for the error was yours.
And now your submissive's trust you must again earn."
And as the old Dom sighed one last time and turned to go,
One question yet hung on the young mans lips.
For to the Lifestyle he was new, yet his hunger was deep,
And he knew that the old man's knowledge and experience did a
thousand times his own eclipse.
"You are known and respected," he called out to the man's back as he
left.
"And I am fresh to the Life as midmorning's dew.
Yet you give voice to my thoughts as few others could.
I must know...how was it you knew?"
The old Dom stopped and hung his head low,
And without turning spoke the words that from his soul was wrenched.
"Young brother," he said with a tear in his eye.
"How do you think I knew where to find that bench"?
thanks for taking the time to read.
