as I tend to charge in headlong with passion unreined,
My reckless zeal often overwhelming the task at hand.
While such brash action has created difficulties
when driving a nail or breaking a nut free,
the impetuousness of these dauntless trampings
proved no less than disastrous
with two gentle ladies of this autumn,
their delicate situations unable to withstand
such an audacious onslaught.
Sure, they swooned at the promise
of a Man riding roughshod over them,
melting with the thought of forceful hands
and unrelenting desire
taking them,
ravishing them,
turning them inside out,
but what they say they want,
they need
and hunger for
is not always what they truly can tolerate.
So when this fantasy became solid flesh
and imposing will looming over them,
these upset little crafts did not
sink beneath my swell in surrender,
but were furiously paddled back to shore.
And what have I learned?
Do I kick off these heavy boots
and tread more carefully,
more chivalrously?
Or do I endeavor to steer clear of the flower beds,
and walk only upon firmer ground?
Nay, for to deny Myself is being untrue,
so rather than check my stride
or measure My impressions
or even narrow My path,
I need only come to terms with the fact
that on some I leave lasting footprints,
giving them the kick they sorely need
to change the paths they are on.
