The KING and I

Sorry, to my KING I have to go
Need to do some inner work on my soul
To the man I referred to as the KING...A.K.A. Mr. Perfect
In three years, you have taught me so much, about myself and who I want to be, yes my time with you was worth it.
I can still remember that first time, you took me to the bedroom, spun me around like I was a dancer
From that moment, I no longer referred to you as a man, but as SIR
You showed me through DOM and SUB relationship, that it was bittersweet to be weaker
Between you and me, I watched you on stage, took every word you said to heart, you’re an excellent speaker
My heart would pound for days, seeing your handprint on my ass, marks on my body, sometimes I couldn’t even sit
Thinking back to chest to bed, hands flat out, asking for silence on my part, to just take it
I think you’re the only man I will ever give my ass to
Something about your presence had me swearing allegiance to you
I must admit you’re the hardest to give up, though you moved so far, I think about you often
See I am dismantling my own walls, brick by brick, and I feeling my spirit soften
Now I am waiting for a man/woman that I can love, and receive their energy back
In order to receive this, I can no longer assume the position, as you fly in so we can just jump in the sac
THE KING, you definitely gave my soul a tickle
So steadfast, you were never fickle
I always appreciated that about you
So my ass, was a gift, payment due
I am letting you go, see you on the other side
Pretty sure we will meet next lifetime, and my smile will be wide
But for now, sorry to my KING, I have to go
Gotta do some inner work on my soul
I’ll see you next lifetime, your memory till then I will protect
Taking down my own walls, dismantling my own weapons, meditating, habitually contemplating till my soul is correct