True
Power
It is not the floggers and whips I wield
It is not any of the ropes I use to bind
It is not the blindfolds or gags
nor the collars I use
or any other toy I utilize
What it is,
is the glow and adoration in your face
with all those pretty little freckles
each one radiating a warm feeling inside
like a morning you don't have to be anywhere and you are still
in that warm bed
it is the look in your eyes
those deep pools of innocence
looking at Me
When all the toys are put away,
and the play is over
I have your head cradled in My lap
and you look up and say'
"Daddy I love You"
~~~
Copyright 2004
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