Drinfear's Ravings

 Nothing to hold close late late at night,
Nothing to make Me smile.
 Nothing to get Me out of My bed,
It's been this way for quite a long while.

 Nothing to share My hopes and My dreams,
Nothing to show that I care.
 Nothing waiting at Home just for Me,
Or to miss when I am not there.

 Nothing to walk with down life's veiled path,
Nothing to know of My pain.
 Nothing to share those warm sunny days,
or an umbrella if it happens to rain.

 Nothing to lift My weary spirit.
Nothing to My soul want to sing.
 I stand here before you, it's time that I ask
Can you see yourself becoming My Nothing?

Dom
12/30/16

 Have you SEEN My eyes yet, girl? That shiver you felt as you looked into them, tht ran like a jolt down your spine? In PERSON? You can actually FEEL them like a physical weight running light as the wind, prickling yur skin like an electrical charge as they roam over your body.. Despite the layers of clothes between them and your skin..

*I slowly let My steel grey gaze slide down from the top of your head.. You feel their weight like hundreds of tiny nails dancing across your skin.. Down your neck. Across your chest.. As it starts to close in on My first prize, I smile and decide to drag out this delicious torment, watching the goosebumps rise across your skin as it passe, My eyes make large, slow, lazy circles around your left breast, smirking knowingly as  I watch you gasp again and again as the circles close inexorably on the tip of that magical mound. Circling the entire circumference.. Closer. Closer.. Your breath is coming harder now, it reaches your aeriola making you grunt and gasp even harder as it nears it's destination.. FINALLY it stops THERE, and your left nipple JUMPS erect as as if I had firmly pinched the tender knob of fleshand a deep gutteral groan forces itself through your lips as you revel in the sensation.. I smile smugly moving My eyes down the quivering mound to the right, across the now heaving breast bone, goosebumps rising, almost popping like sparks, EVER so slowly SCRAPING it's way up to the right breast to THERE. It makes you cry out as your right nipple joins the left at attention BOTH hard enough to cut diamonds with..

 I have been writing what I call poetry since I was 10 when I wrote My first poem for an English assignment.. THIS is how My writing comes out.. Feel free to criticize or flame.. I don't get butt hurt.. I write for ME, I am choosing to share at the moment..

MINE

 She approaches with a deep curiosity,

She laughed when I told her what I would do..

 Her eyes see now more clearly with each passing day,

That she WANTS all these things to come true.

 She has spent all her life vainly searching,

All she wanted was someone to care.

 To cut through the bravado and SEE the real HER,

Someone to finally lay her soul truly bare.

 I see not the one who is offered,

I see instead that which she can attain,

 I accept her as is, thus becoming her Guide

She will never be the same again.

 So now the time quickly approaches,

It's far too late now to run or to hide.

 I want ALL that she is, and ALL she will be,

Its time she sees she IS and had has always been MINE.

Dom Jordan

04/20/2015

Everyone in My life (even My siblings) calls Me Dom.. Work badges even show My name as Dom.. It has been what EVERYONE calls My for the past 25+ years.. My Dad was the last living person that could call Me by My given name and expect an answer.. (Which tickled My current sub/little to NO end).. He died the day before His 71st birthday due to having a hospital refuse to treat Him until He got s covid vaccine.. He died of a heart attack the next day DESPITE no history of heart issues.. I was steered to the site at the advice of a former sub from 17 years ago.. SHE told Me about the site so here I am to check it out.. Welcome to this crippled old Monster's Den.. Hopefully I will be able to teach or instruct some as to what a Dom REALLY is, and how the D/s dynamic SHOULD be..