cover me

 

Erotica, R-18+

conspire in me
your desire for me

inspire me
with attire
worn just for me

worship me
knees on the floor
tongue inside me

suck me
as a prayer
to the pleasure
you’re evoking from me

cover me
in your cum
release yourself upon me
all over me

face me
flip me
bend me
fuck me

take me
fill me
penetrate me
so thoroughly
that i can’t think
clearly


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

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my throat

 

Erotica, R-18+

my throat
craves
your reward


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

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Pun-ishment

 

Erotica, R-18+

It’s hard to write erotica,
The words don’t always cum easily.
In order to rise to the occasion,
I have to pull off the impossible;
Sucking readers in by
Teasing out their arousal
And penetrating their minds.
With just my fingers, a page, and a pen,
I’m to erect a compelling story
That will take them on a ride they never forget.
The plot must be firm
And thrust ever forward
Towards its mind altering climax
All without making a tit of myself in the process and blowing it.
Sometimes I get a bit anal,
Choking on a bratty sentence here and there.
But most of the time it’s a pleasure.
I love pinning an idea down,
Confining it to the page,
Exploring its limits,
Whipping it into shape,
Dressing it up,
And then exposing it to the world.
I like to go deep,
I like to be thorough,
I like to really grind it out.
Thus my writing sessions are long,
But ultimately my readers are satisfied,
Often multiple times.

So tell me dear reader,
Was that enough pun-ishment for today?


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

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I Want To Fuck You

 

Erotica, R-18+

May I get explicit?
Sorry, I miss spoke,
I may get explicit.
Misspoke again,
it must be you
I’m no longer gonna pretend…

I want to fuck you.
Hard.

No warm up.
No foreplay.
No warning.

I want to fuck you.

Find you
and pin you against the wall,
and rip your pants off,
then pull your panties to the side.

I want to fuck you.

Hard,
and deep,
and fast,
from behind.

I want to fuck you.
until I cum inside you.

Leaving you shaking.
Leaving you whimpering.
Leaving you dripping.
Leaving you thanking me,
And begging for more.

I want to fuck you.


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

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