Poetry Is Like Sex

Erotica, R-18+

Poetry is like sex,
just like you shouldn’t always write between the lines,
you shouldn’t always stay between the sheets.

Be bold.

Expose yourself fully and embrace the vulnerability that comes with total surrender to the moment,
with total expression of the soul.

Drink in their body with your gaze.

Running your eyes over every inch,
reading every word
and savoring every syllable.

Then read it all again,
looking for meaning between the lines,
finding joy inside the words.

Write with your tongue;
treating their body as your page.

Don’t stop writing until the page makes you to turn it over,
and begs for you to write some more.

Oblige it.
Fill it completely.

Write until your hand is cramping.
Write until the page is shaking.
Write until you are sweating from the exertion of pure artistic expression.

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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Allure

Your body
So eagerly given
Lost its allure

Yet in your absence
I find myself
Wanting
What once bored me

Familiarity bred contempt
Now distance is breeding desire

Why
Didn’t I fight
For us?

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This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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I Took It For Granted

My body was broken,
before I realised it was my own.

I took it for granted,
while it was slowly being taken.

I used it without thought,
I used it without comprehension,
I used it without appreciation.

Now it’s just used.

I got old,
before I realised I was ageing.

I squandered what I had,
while worrying about what I would become.

I wasted my time,
I wasted my energy,
I wasted my opportunity.

Now I’m just wasted.

My life was over,
before I realised I was living it.

I ignored reality,
but reality kept a watch on me.

I spent my time,
I spent my money,
I spent my soul.

Now I’m just spent.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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When You Look Inside

When you look inside,
Where does your attention go?
An internal energy,
A power,
A flow.

When you observe the breath,
What do you now see?
A play of consciousness,
A freedom,
Serenity.

When you move the body,
What do you feel?
A sense of integrity,
A space,
An ideal.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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Lips Like Velvet

Erotica, R-18+

Your shape
Is
Hypnotising

Perfect symmetry
Complimented by
Perfect imperfection

An hourglass
That stops time
To all who can see

A device
Of pure
Synchronicity

Its dimensions forged
By the hands
Of a master craftsman

Eyes like oceans
Lips like velvet
Hair like a waterfall

Skin as soft
As a flower
Just bloomed

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’

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