In the quiet of the office, a glance, a harsh command,
Two souls entwined in silence, where power takes a stand.
The scent of red ink, the rustle of the pen,
Where the line between desire and restraint is drawn again.
She, was lost in a world of self-doubt and pain,
He, in control, yet lost too, in ways hard to explain.
Her submission, not weakness, but strength unveiled,
A longing deep within, revealing waters never sailed.
“Just a scoop of creamed potatoes, one slice of butter,
Four peas, and…as much ice cream as you’d like to eat,”
A simple line, a life so neatly wrapped,
Yet under it, a depth where hearts beat, not neat.
Their romance is one of trust, of gentle push and pull,
Each moment of tenderness makes the other full.
In the world of film, emotions are portrayed so clear,
But reality, my friend, holds what is dear.
For real life D/S, with its messy, raw might,
Is deeper than the camera can capture in sight.
It is not about power or rules strictly laid,
But consent, the respect, and how it is displayed.
In truth, love is more than the scripted scene,
Where roles are performed, but hearts remain unseen.
In life, the connection goes far beyond,
A partnership of care, where trust is the bond.