Some days

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Some days she's a child
Some days she's a saint
Some days she's a queen
Some days she just ain't

He gauges her moods
He walks round and round
Will it be his cock in her mouth?
Or his flesh by the pound?

He worries and he works
Trying to please her this way and that
A spot of tea my dear Elizabeth?
Or my tongue in your crack?

She sits on her throne
Don't fret she does say
Your my beautiful prince
At least on this day

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Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
Dear Queen,

Sigh, so damn old with so much left to learn. I really appreciate the response to my comment. Thanks, between this and Ashjsh's "Cruel Poem" - a real glimmer of understanding here.

killamaidenkillamaidenover 10 years ago
this one got to me

thanks

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 10 years ago
Von Krafft-ebbing & Freud found nobody's a perfectly

Vanilla soul , sexually speaking : Freudian analysis puts importance on childhood experiences 'n infantile fantasies vis-a- vis the Mother as the Root of all sado-masochistic yearnings whereas we Hindus put mucho store by past Life experiences as a Root cause for behaviour , but both could be right @ the same time without any intellectual Ego-conflict !?!

QueenelizabethQueenelizabethover 10 years agoAuthor
@oldbear

He doesn't need to be passive because I required it to love him or have a relationship with him. He needs it because he is a 'man' all day in work and with those around him. Very high pressure to maintain a certain strength, a certain persona. He doesn't want that when he gets home. He only wants to please me and be under me in all things. Being told what to do with no questions asked, no decisions to make. Being kept in his place. I love him deeply and in this love give him what he needs, without judging, without questioning, simply loving him as he should be loved by me. As anyone should be loved.

QueenelizabethQueenelizabethover 10 years agoAuthor
@lesse

I had to look that story up :) I see the resemblance somewhat. Sub/ Dom relationships are very complex and individual. Ultimately he knows the outcome of his actions, silence is something never felt and there is order and flow to everything.

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