- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Dom in Me
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I'm a Guy, a Bloke, a Man
With all the faults you'd expect
I'm getting older and I have less time to dance.
I wish I was fitter
I talk to My pot belly
I like bourbon and drink beer when it's hot.
I laugh and joke when I shouldn't
Sometimes I'm insensitive
I'm egocentric some say selfish
My crook knee plays up
And it hurts to play soccer with My son but I do because I like it.
But when he goes to bed
mum and Dad go to bed
And O/our lives change and W/we are U/us again.
Like W/we always do
W/we look at each O/other and smile
The Dom in Me envelops you in My arms
And thanks you for your hard work over the weekend
I touch your face and kiss your forehead
And tell you how much you mean to Me
That I am blessed to have such a wonderful woman
Who cares for Me as you do
And almost never complains
When everything is done and I drag you kicking, screaming and laughing
Onto My lap and you mould yourself to Me
And you sigh
And play wth the hairs on My chest
And look at Me with those big blue eyes
And you smile and ask if there is anything on tv I want to watch
I know that look
That hungry look
The one W/we both recognise
The Dom in Me knows you so well
Better perhaps than you know yourself
And for a few hours each day I remind you of what makes you scream in ecstacy
And why you put up with that fucking toilet seat left up.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 12 years agoI love this poem (egotistically) because this is my life with my dom. It is to hard somtimes to find D/s relationships based on love and trust and who we are as people, and it is touching and sweet to see we're not alone. your wife is a lucky woman, as am i.
HRKWover 14 years agoYou peeled back the layers of the onion. That exposed honesty is rare and oh, so beautiful.... And tastes nothing like onion.
Buttaflyalmost 20 years agoyou are a great writer Sir Nathan. Your poetry truly is a little window to your soul, that I feel honored to look through. I loved this poem, reporting on the humility and awesomeness of love.
