The Forehead
A kiss to the forehead, gentle but steady,
No words pass between them, yet all is understood,
The dominant’s presence felt in every touch.
Not merely affection, nor just a gesture,
But a bond shared without need for speech,
The submissive’s heart stills under his care.
This quiet act, claims nothing but trust,
Not with force, but with steady confidence,
A reminder that they belong to one another.
Skin hums beneath the weight of the touch,
Not a command, but an invitation to remain,
In the space shared, where only they exist.
The kiss holds, not as a possession,
But as a promise, soft in its strength,
A tenderness within the responsibility held.
With every moment, their connection deepens,
The dominant’s strength reflected in his gentleness,
A bond that speaks without a single word.
In the simplicity of this kiss, everything is known,
The balance of their roles, clear and complete,
A quiet affirmation, gentle in its own way.