Erotica, R-18+
love expressed
as an act
of mutual submission
to one another
to god
to a future shared
a gift
simultaneously
given
and continuously
accepted
a promise
to bring and accept
all of yourself
in harmony
with the one
you chose
above all others
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
her body
art
in its own right
yet so much more
than merely well shaped
flesh
for her body
inspired the expression of her soul
lines
upon paper
lines
exposing that very same body
to the world
and in turn
to herself
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
use my body
as a canvas
for your art
write upon my flesh
with your tongue
and drink
the nectar
that flows
from my muse
into yours
express yourself
fully
through me
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
a glance
not stolen
but rather
chanced
a smile
not coy
but given
in advance
a touch
so subtle
a petal
it would not break
a love
so pure
the ground
it could shake
an intentional nod
a slight
bite
on your lower lip
moving her
hair back
a neck caressed
by soft fingertips
a glass of wine
given
the sharing
of a look
a soft silent
knowing
like the reading
of a book
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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There are things that I want to say,
But just can't quite express.
Ruminations and meditations
That I'm too afraid to address.
Like the veil over my eyes
That keeps me hidden from the stress.
To the dark wishes
That I'm fighting to suppress.
Like the fear and anxiety
That I will constantly transgress.
To the past expressions
That I am never going to confess.
Like how everything I do
Gives me nothing but duress.
To the unwavering ache and torment
That’s causing me to regress.
I must profess, I desire to express my stress
Confess to address this abscess, to obsess on
Happiness, to aim for excess and to stop
Living like a fucked-up mess.
Yes, I want to make progress but there are just
Some things that I can't quite express.
This poem is from the book, ‘Can’t Quite Express’.
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