This is a poem about kink from my perspective as a queer lady dom. NSFW language below the cut.
She is soft and she is hard;
The gates to parts of her are barred.
I would not have it otherwise
For there are those who’d try to prise
The softnesses she’s gathered in
From where they’re better kept within.
But when I’m here, the gates swing wide
And she welcomes me inside
Her mouth, her cunt, the curl of her palm.
I hurt her to that point of calm
That makes a song of all the senses
And strips away all our pretenses.
I am stern and I am yielding;
It’s power over me she’s wielding.
In her eyes I see a frisson
Of the energy that’s risen
In what she’s giving, what I’m taking,
How she’s opened, how I’m aching
To leave a story on her skin
To show how far she let me in.
In her eyes is not surrender
But a promise much more tender:
That she, with me, will shed her masks
If I will hurt her as she asks.
She is hard and she is soft.
By my commands she’s borne aloft
To where her armor melts away
And in my hands she’s turned to clay.
After, when I set her free,
And pull her body close to me
We thank each other with our kisses
And I see then what she misses:
Her armor as it settles back,
All the stronger for its lack
When I, with care, took it apart
And steeled the girders of her heart.