A Dom’s Armor

Even unconditional love feels the sting
from darts of doubt tossed by a mate
It leaves you hanging with words of love
stranded on the tip of your tongue
You want to reassure them that your love
is real—and forever
Assurance spoken countless times,
now obvious to no avail
For had they truly believed it then
it would not be necessary now
But you will feel the sting,
and accept the pain,
for “unconditional” means exactly that
Through all seasons,
taking the bad with the good,
when less is more…more or less,
and the most misunderstood
is Love’s simple truth

Us Doms must have strong shoulders
when a sub’s resolve is sub-standard,
for feminine emotions swing
like Poe’s pendulum
from doubts to definite and back again
From day-after-day of depression
to better days and wild weeks
and recollections of positive memories
It’s not the knight with spotless armor,
shiny and bright, that wins battles
It’s the knight with armor weatherworn,
bloodied, battered, and bruised
that is competent and can be counted on

My armor is worn thru-and-thru
My body has scars upon scars
A perfect match for my heart
But I forever hold the high ground
where pride may come and go,
and duty may ebb and flow,
and passion may falter on any given day—
but commitment never falters—
and love
eventually
conquers all

battered knight 3

 

10 thoughts on “A Dom’s Armor

  1. Your words are bittersweet, Daddy…I feel each and every one. Thank you for loving me, even when I’m at my most unlovable. You are my hero, my champion, my white knight…I’ll love you forever.♥️

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