A dominant stands like a lighthouse on the shore,
strong and unwavering against the shifting tides,
its beacon cuts through the darkest storms,
offering a steady guide for the one who sails,
never forcing, but shining the way forward.
The submissive moves with purpose upon the sea,
confident in their course and chosen path,
eyes locked onto the glow of firm authority,
not bound but seeking direction and trust,
finding guidance that calls them ever forward.
The dominant does not demand its presence known,
nor does it call out for the ship to obey,
instead, it stands with a signal clear and constant,
offering direction to the one who seeks light,
a certainty amidst the uncertainty of night.
The submissive navigates through the shifting waters,
strong in will and steady in resolve,
and in the distance, the lighthouse remains bright,
never retreating, never dimming its glow,
a beacon for the one who chooses its light.
Dominance is not a cage or a trap set wide,
it does not force, nor impose its will on others,
but offers the steadiness of guidance unshaken,
and should the submissive choose that warm light,
they will find refuge in the darkest of nights.