Sub fever - an original poem

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If I can bring 25% of it....

Ok ya'll...so you who know me,  -- know about Phantom. (My first and I guess only real Dom-though we were miles apart and the one who inspired me--ok it was initially an assignment-- to make mp3s and various creations.) You also know that I have a small percentage (very small) of switch in me, and only to a unicorn or possibly a Sith Lord that knows how to access it. Well, occasionally, I've liked to find inspiration to remind me of why I do what I do -- and to remind me to bring it full throttle to ya'll...Needless to say, as you know Phantom (no, I still won't type his name! how many years later?!) passed 3 years or so ago...so I can no longer go back to the well for inspiration. (outside of various letters etc, but not the same as a conversation.) 

BUT, I happened across a place--that in my mind "had potential" to be that inspiration. (no, I'm not telling you where.) Then I happened across an individual - one who makes me want to raise My game as a Domme/artist and one who reminded me of that flight to subspace (it'd been a while since I took that journey.)

So, buckle up! It's a little like striking a vein of gold and knowing there is soooo much more below...and this Domme was reminded of why I do what I do...and to what level to bring it.

May the Force be with you if I get to drink from the well with any regularity (you're going to need it!)

...but am i?

Something that came to mind today while I was on the phone and creating some mp3's. Many of my callers seem to have a genuine fear or concern that "they are the only one" that ever thought _______

9.7 /10 times they are not...very rarely does someone come up with something so out there, so unique I've not heard of it before...

so this is for you: the new caller, the new sub, the new seeker....(capitalization based on BDSM protocols) This isn't a real life conversation/poem, but it could be...my heart breaks for those that feel alone and it is one more reason I do what I do.



...but am i??

i seek to serve a Domme, one who will be my Goddess;

a beauty with wisdom beyond my comprehension.

A Woman so clearly out of my league, yet i'm compelled;

compelled to reach out to seek Her.

i find Her, a wonder with grey eyes and a quick wit.

One who speaks very matter-of-factly but isn't cruel.

but...i have a secret.

i've not spoken of it to anyone.

i like to wear panties and pretend i'm a girl.

i call this Marvel; She listens--without interruption to my tale.

i ask her rhetorically, "It seems that i must be the only one that does this??"

She is thoughtful, choosing words like daggers to throw precisely.

"No, there are many men that wish to be a woman and visa- versa.

rarely is someone so far  out there that they are the only one."

i pause...my voice cracking...."but am i?"