
Torn and trembling pulled in twine
One accepts me as I am
One loves but tries to change me
One calls me angel but takes away,
The zyphers that would lift me,
Tieing me to the ground hindering my flight.
One has never called me angel,
Yet fans the flames that cause,
The air to heat giving me flight
All are in pain, caused by my hand
One hurts and strikes out to hurt.
One hurts and reaches out to comfort
One does not understand I can never be what he wants
One accepts what I am and pushes not for change but betterment.
In One's arms I fear failure
In the other Ones I know even failure is accepted.
I am sub They are Dom,
One knows his dominace and accepts it
The Other denys his and hides from his own desires
Now to the one I belong, his to command,
His to raise above all others and care for my needs,
I trust that he will always tend my needs
I know he will push me beyond my limits
With a gentle hand and loving arms to catch my falls
Helping me to walk through the flames heat to reach ecstasy.
Together Master and i will reach new horizons.