Velvet Noir
Perhaps I may be a whisper, A sound in the wind
But even my ears can hear noises therein.
I saw you were a fan, And I feel almost a bit upset
Because I have not given you a moment of my time Alone yet.
I must admit, Darling, that this flatters me so
For having another Kink anon as a fan is an entirely different scenario
I have seen your work, Your actions quite good
But tell me, Has anyone put you back in your place as I could?
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S’ont je fin cette
I did think that perhaps I could wait
Just a few more days until the date
But it seems that I too must go
I thought I would have more time than this though…
So many things left unfinished, a romance that had only just began
And just like that, the time once again ran
Now I knew this from the beginning my darlings, I knew it from the start
My time with all of you was quite limited in part
I know it must be hard, I could only begin to understand
Now all three of us legends are gone just like fingers holding sand
I wish I could give just one more holiday, One last kiss
But alas, Hell has other reasons… It seems I have gone amiss.
This isn’t goodbye, But it is so long
How I wish that i could simply continue to go on
But you shall remember me, I do certainly trust
And when you miss me, just think of the idea of lust
And there I shall be, once again
Ready to show you what it feels like to play with a queen of sin.
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Master Anon
I see myself holding you close to me,
Squeezing your body tight.
But for all I see as I daydream,
I know I’ll get tenfold tonight.
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Poetry from The master
Cradled between your tender thighs
I lift you to my mouth.
The abundance of your wetness greets me
and my mouth overflows with your warm essence.
Your sweet taste is on my tongue
and your fragrance delights my senses.
No gentle lick this visit.
No bashful cautious approach
For I wish to consume you.
Push against my hungry mouth
As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow
that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals.
Thrust against my generous tongue.
Show me the power of your desire
for my oral caress.
My exploring tongue lifts the hood
and finds your smooth firm pearl.
You squeal in that unique way,
signaling that I have found your special spot.
I harden in response.
My jaws protests what my open mouth provides
but I am unrelenting in my gift,
intent only on your fulfillment.
I feel your body tense,
and you are quiet now…
Concentrating… bearing down.
Soon now my love,
ecstasy approaches.
You push hard and fast against my tongue,
shameless in using me
and I so willingly comply
until you cry out…
and in your satisfaction,
I will find mine,
But mine will be the greater.
-The Master
Oh darling, Its you, I see you found me quite alright
Your version of foreplay is such a delight
How you catch me more like a fickle whim
And use to whatever point you set before you begin
you know I like to be used like a toy
And even further this time you bring me a great joy
Of selfish and yet I know otherwise
What will you use to meet my inevitable demise?
You know i do wait for you every event
Perhaps that is something a Kink such as I shouldn’t admit
But you should know I tousle with the best
So really that is a compliment I had to address
Certainly Prince and Lace will not be pleased
That out of them you were the one to get me to crawl on my knees
What else should I do? Master darling
Come on now, you have left your card calling.
Let me tell you a story, my dears, One that spans quite a while
Of a King that inspired and cause many to something other than smile
His calling card was unique, that I must admit
Perhaps he is the reason why many men (and women) threw a fit
Ah, and yes, he inspired, certainly more than his share
Now I would even admit to this one, or else that wouldn’t be fair
Our king, yours and mine, Yes. The King who made us live
Especially now that he has seemed to come back, as temporary as it is
But that doesn’t matter, of course it really does not
Because this isn’t a tale of sadness to be sought
Non, Mon amour this is a tale of devotion
The example of friendship and love and emotion
And so this is my gift to you Levi Sprout,
A poem just for you, from the lips of my mouth.
Of not our wild adventers, or sadly those in bed
(Mon ami, don’t tell me you are still after that experience in your head?)
And so tonight I shall wear only underwear made of black lace
And prance about as I write a novel at my place.
Tempt me with your liquid kiss roughened by your hands
Make me crave what I have refused to take, make me give into your demands
Have me take control And touch you as I wish
Let our bodies circle and turn around each other, with every kiss comes another twist
Perhaps I am wicked, Perhaps impure, Perhaps something else indeed
But put this all aside and kiss me once again, And let me show you my version of greed.
I hate that I am not here, darling, Oh I honestly do
Paris has just so much a girl could do.
But what I miss more is your lips and skin
And places that my own lips and tongue could trace and dip in
I miss my teeth on your flesh, and nails on my back
Spankings, and foreplay, roughness of which I seem to lack
But only for now, you all now how I can get
I promise the next event I will be another type of hit
I will be ruthless with my teasing, and flirting if you will
I would say I aim to be the best, nothing could be overkill
But alas, more waiting, as I sit at this cafe
Sipping upon coffee and eating a type of chocolate parfait
Wicked thoughts pass in these blue eyes, I am certain everyone knows
I can see the slight flush and race of your heart when the wind passes between your clothes
A little lovers touch, that is what I would say
A tease and a thought of what I could do, once I come home on Saturday.
Anon message
Dreams, drifting, deepened and watered,
Lonesome, sunken and so battered,
Cast away like a dead mans corpse,
Shipwrecked on lifes long mysterious course,
Crying, raging from the soul within,
For a love lost, crushed and aching.
Clinging to a life that knows no care,
I’m sinking beneath a million tears,
Captured, enslaved and compelled by a love,
That only your heart can free me of,
A love that is saddened and filled with fear,
To be enriched by your loves sweet tear.
This is just so sad it breaks me in two
I wish I knew something I could do for you
Do you wish me to pretend? To be something I am not?
Shall I hold you close and speak words I haven’t forgot?
Do you wish me to lie, to spend such a web
Torturing my own mind knowing all of this instead?
I don’t want to hurt you more and yet I see your pain
This isn’t about me anymore or even about the game
Tell me what to do darling, How can I fix you?
I don’t wish to hurt you anymore, what else can I do?
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
There is a scar on my heart,
That only I can see.
No matter how hard I try,
The pain stays hid deep inside of me
When I think of my scar,
All the pain seems so far.
Far away in the distant,
Like a dead, dull star.
If I were a breeze I would blow it away
Take this pain for another day
But alas I can’t, I have no such tallent
Knowing full and well my intentions are hardly gallant
Did I put that scar there? you know I must ask
And please escuse me if I pick up a flask
because I fear I did and if so
I am horribly sorry, more than you shall ever know.
Anon Message
I’m not supposed to love you,
I’m not supposed to care.
I’m not supposed to live my life
Wishing you were here.
I’m not supposed to wonder,
Where you are and what you do.
I’m sorry but I can’t help myself,
Falling in love with you.
I really wish that you would take my advice
Nothing good ever comes out of this Deadly Spice.
Love, is something you know I can not do
I have attempted to make exceptions, especially for you.
But alas these wounds, they still can not heal
It will take more than just returning to this emotional wheel.
Perhaps you will pay more attention to me this time around
Just turn the other way and run, run until I can’t be found.
Anon Message
I’m far too shy to tell you that I love you,
You’re a star far from my plain earth.
I gaze and see no woman who’s above you,
To me you are the cynosure of worth.
There’s pleasure, surely, drawn from the reflection,
That someone, somewhere, worships your sweet face,
Thinks you are the summit of perfection,
Wants nothing more of life than your embrace.
The danger is you’ll think it couldn’t be,
So instead I hide myself from thee.
I do not see why all of you hide yourself from me. Am I frightening? Am I really? Have I ever raised a hand to hurt anyone without consent or reason? It baffles me. I hate how I seem to do this constantly. Does anyone have an answer to this or shall I wonder about this all to myself?
Anon Message
I sat down beside you, not thinking you’d see,
Once I was settled, your eyes were on me.
Piercing my soul, my heart and my brain.
I was totally speachless, I could not meet your gaze.
My heart started racing, are you just playing games?
Your eyes were so warm, they take my breath away,
As the minutes ticked by, I want you more,
I still can’t look up, my eyes locked on the floor…
Subtly, if you had just waited you would have seen my breath leave from my lips
Dilated eyes, and a small movement of my hips
The tuck of my hair behind my ear
Darling I wish you would just come near
But I let the moment pass, just like the rest
Perhaps next time, maybe that will be for the best.
Anon Message
I come to you:
Open and exposed
Naked and willing
Free and unashamed
I come to you:
Foreign but familiar
Gentle but hard
Knowing nothing but your name
You come to me:
Caring and attentive
Nude and unselfish
Sexy and seductive
You come to me:
Cautious but unafraid
Curious but withdrawn
Mysterious but productive
We come together:
Mixing our legs and our lips (your tongue on my chest)
Mixing our arms and our hips (my teeth on your breast)
Offering each other the gift of identity
We come together:
Suddenly and passionately
Aggressively and violently
Naturally and continuously
Offering each other the gift of anonymity
With a sigh on my lips, and my skin on yours, take my breath away,
The casual encounter with no remorse is a highlight of my day,
Mon Dieu, What a treat and a suprise you happen to be
Aggressing, and dominating me with your lack of identity
Do you prefer me like this? Breahless and writhing?
Was a planned aproach too usual, or not at all conniving?
Gifts you bring, and the notes you make me hit
Let us test this battle of wills, and delictible tale of wit
It’s known that once you have a taste, Your thirst will never quench
Even worse when the very thing you will crave won’t be satisfied by just another wench.
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.
