A Ship Without Her Rudder

A ship without her rudder,
Without her compass,
Losing her North, lost, floating without direction.
She's strong and can weather
The storm, without a doubt,
But she'll remain lost,
No way to find her home.
So a sub without her Dom.
She's strong, but without her
Rudder, her compass, her North,
Her way home is lost at sea.
Hear this lesson well, my friend,
If you choose a Dom to be,
Be there, guide your sub,
Be her rudder, her compass, her North,
She gave you her submission,
She trusted your pledge to
Protect and care for her.
Protect her from the tempest
Threatening to crash her
To the dark shores of confusion.
Help her always find her way home.

~CWylde © 2016

With His Chains

Some say to be bound is oppressive,

But they don’t understand the submissive,

She is much stronger than seems,

She knows herself, her inner dreams.

She is independent, and a feminist

Believing her core, Sir her genesis.

Submission is a deserved gift,

To a Sir, ‘tis a treasured shift,

Not demanded, freely given, 

A give and take, her idea of heaven.

She has her demons needing released,

With his mark, Sir becomes her priest,

Through pain she finds her saving grace,

Through pleasure she finds her quiet space.

His bonds take her to the calmest sea,

With his chains, he sets her free.

CWylde © 02-03-15