I am a Woman of Dominance.
I can be a woman of submission.
I am a Woman of Control.
I can be a woman who is controlled.

I am a mischievious little girl.
I am a civilized young lady.
I am a mature woman.
I am old and young, together, one.

I am as soft as the petal of a rose.
I am as hard as the thorns thereon.
I am as sweet as sugar on your tongue.
I am as pungent as My piss you may drink.

I can bring you to your knees with just a word.
I can eliminate your sorrow with My touch.
I can make tears fall from your eyes with a grasp.
I can hold you, stroke you, mold you, with My power.

As I mold you, I release your bitter memories into the abyss.
As you bend to me, you find greatness in being My lowly worm.
As you learn, you yearn to be less that you may be more to Me.
As I mold you, you fly beneath My wing, by My design.

We are untied as one.
Each owns the other.
For what is a Woman of Dominance
Who has no man to own?

We are untied as one.
Each owns the other.
For what is a man who submits
Who has no Woman who owns him?