Every once in a while a menial surprises me by showing a flair of devotion above what I have come to expect as standard. It is extremely rare but it does happen. Such flair often comes in the form of a well thought out gift of an item which I particularly want or enjoy: Black roses with blood red tips (extremely rare, often only available when grown to order as they are artificially produced. However, they are a favourite of mine), Djarum special cigarettes (usually only available from tobacco specialist retailers) or an item from my wishlist (the items marked as “priority” obviously being the more appreciated).
Last year in October a menial surprised me by showing his devotion in the form of poetry:
Usher in the era of Her rule
Mistress Aemillia Hawk
High handed nobility
Clothed in Sabbath black
That on carpet of flesh walks
And daily receives those dues
Nature gifts to the powerful
She saddles spirits
And minds subdues
Spurs to grim perdition
Those that swallow the potion
Of Her Beauty
And love Her more
When with heel She scores
The monogram of lust
On shining souls
And addict makes of
Sinks of degradation
Where She leads
The free in bondage follow
Slaves to Her high handed whim
And in ranks that train Her car
Hobbled by erections
We are proud to be named Her slaves
And crawl to kiss the velvet glove
And ring that seals Her wish
and i among the throng
Sing of Her dark splendour
And long to kiss the hurts
That flower where She wanders
And will endure long the collar
The cabaret of passion
Where She ring-masters
And conducts the splendid sufferings.
Servingboi – 4th October 2011
Simple proof that one does not need an excessive amount of cash in order to please.
Velvet Thoughts by Aemilia Hawk 