A tree struggles to stand with out any roots, a Dom is the roots for a submissive.
As I walked along the cliff tops against the gale, I watched and listened.
The majestic roar of the ocean as it beat against the slate grey cliffs,
The rush of the spout as water erupts form the blow holes,
The sleek bodies of the gulls as they meander against the storm.
And yet you follow me, you allow me to lead you, you put your faith in me,
For that I am truly thank full.
Some submissives walk behind, following subserviently,
I want you on my arm, proud in the knowledge you are mine.
I want to show you off to others, I want to care for you.
For you are the one, the special one to me.
I have never celebrated valentines day, alas my inbox was always empty,
But this year my in box and post box may be empty but my heart is full.
For today, tomorrow you complete me, I am your Dom and am privileged to call you my submissive.
