Anon Message
Nobody knows me, they think they do;
They say:
Shy one, wallflower, what’s the matter with you?
Overcome your shyness, look me in the eye,
Be a real person, a social butterfly.
I say:
You don’t know me, the passion I contain,
This gentle, quiet heart that is my domain:
Depth, reflection, kindness of mind,
These are my qualities, the way I shine.
My shyness is a part of me, a quality;
A substance of softness, an energy.
Caring too much, perhaps,
Pleasing too much, perhaps.
But what a wonderful package shy is:
To speak with feathers, to listen forever;
To care so deeply, to think so clever;
To be so stable, to leave you: Never!
I see how you feel
This quality of which many try to kill
It is a part of you, wound so tight
Without your shyness It simply would not be right
But all those other qualities
A list I really did expect to see
I can see right through you Mon ami
There really is no hiding from me
But I urge you to stay back, to keep away
I can only give passion through the day
Perhaps a few other emotions as well
But nothing that you deservie from a creature from hell
While I wish to hoard you and keep you as mine own
I also urge you to find another Home
Perhaps someone with tender heart
A human or an angel would be the place to start
Anon Message
Last one… for now. Poetry for this of course later when I can actually consult with my muse and write.
One, two, three,
It will be
Hide and seek.
Please don’t peep.
Two, three, four,
Looking for
That secure
Wardrobe door.
Three, four, five,
I hope I’ve
Found a fine
Place to hide.
Four, five, six…
Will my tricks
Keep me hid
For a bit?
Five, six, seven,
I’m so clever:
Here for ever;
It is heaven.
Six, seven, eight,
Getting late:
How I hate
This long wait.
Seven, eight, nine,
It is time
Me to find;
I don’t mind.
Eight, nine, ten,
It’s the end.
Now, my friend:
Start again.
Anon Message
Response in a bit.
A warm breeze blows into the bedroom window,
The moon is pouring over us in a silver wave.
Aching I watch it’s flowing gentle movement,
Rippling slowly over your pale smooth skin.
The beauty of your glowing body beckons me,
To touch, to taste, to love it’s graceful expanse,
From your forehead to toes, fingers to nose,
How I hunger to know you so completely.
To gladly find all the wondrous places,
That bring you such sweet pleasure.
Forging bonds that tie your heart to mine,
Two hearts beating wildly together as one.
I just had to. A gift from Lace to I during Valentines day. Beyond true in regards to our friendship.
Response to an Anon
It’s been too long, home at last home at last,
I brush back your hair and gaze down at you,
Quietly watching you curled safe in our bed,
Nuzzling your neck, softly I whisper in your ear,
My sweet loving pet, your Master is here…
You lay deep in slumber wrapped in my robe,
Peacefully dreaming of pleasures shared,
A smile like a wolf’s flickers over my lips,
I sit next to you feeling your warm flesh,
I slowly expose your silken skin to my touch.
I wet my finger in my mouth to write my name,
Between the mounds of your full ripe breasts,
Warm letters spell out my love upon your skin,
I blow gently over them, my breath cooling…
Soft tingling breeze, like mint on the tongue.
Smiling, wriggling deeper into your dreams,
You quietly sigh and part your legs for me,
I watch over you in the flickering candlelight,
Like a wolf watching over his sleeping mate,
My sweet loving pet, your Master is home…
-Anonymous
Master master, I see what you are trying to do
Get me to just fall right into you
I will admit it is what exactly I crave
And this admission I was nearly ready to take to my grave
But to own me as yours? Now that will take skill
And unfortunately, a line you may have to stand in if you will
C’est la vie pour moi, n’est ce pas?
But I really must ask, if I misbehave will you spank my ass raw?
I ask only purely out of curiosity
Because I am as addicted as to this role as you are to me
Rambling, Sweetie you don’t have to point it out
After all you caught me unguarded without a doubt
Who would attempt this game? This idea of a thing
Taming a woman who refuses to cling
I will figure out who you are sweetie baby, I promise that
You can’t sleep with me, claim me, and hide beneath your hat.
I will bite, and claw and play dirty and rough
I never said the path to this darlings heart was anything but tough.
