Erotica, R-18+
Use my body
to heal your mind,
as I use you
to heal in kind.
Physical pleasure
our bodies entwined,
dark desires
no longer confined.
Sensual expansion
freeing the soul,
take me now
make us whole.
Let’s play together
you and me,
never attached
just wild and free.
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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monkey mind
a brain confined
trapped by the past
by conditioning
by words left unsaid
by a childhood unseen
by what could have been
don’t you see
little monkey
you are free
just let go
just move
just step to the side
because though your cage
seems all encompassing
it is just an illusion
one that can be broken
by you
connecting with others
by you
in harmony
with a group
holding space
holding your body
guiding you
to break the cage
you confined yourself to
way back when
you needed such protection
just to survive
but now dear monkey
it’s time to thrive
you are safe
and free
if you choose yourself to be
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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Fever dreams
Liberate the mind
Boundless and edgeless
Thoughts flow
Skipping between
Ponds of reality
No longer constrained
By rationality
I drift
What once thirsted for stability
Now wants for nothing
But the pretty colours
That seem to hold
All meaning
Within this play
Of consciousness
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Erotica, R-18+
‘Twas the day of Harvest End,
And the festival was in town.
Liquor and laughter ran free
And all sorts of debauchery abound.
The young and the fun
They played a curious game.
If you catch and kiss a maiden,
She’s yours that night to tame.
The girls would run from the ugly,
Avoiding them at all cost.
But when the studs gave them chase
They’d fall and pretend to be lost.
The older women played it differently,
They gathered in curious groups.
Trapping a prospective man,
Then together tying him in loops.
Bound and gagged,
The man pretended to struggle.
A big smile forming under his face,
As he began the first cuddle.
The wisdom of experience
Caused the women to learn.
To only trap a man of great stamina,
If each was to get a turn.
Now there was the curious case
Of old Jimmy McGuffin
Came home from the party
To two girls wanting some lovin.
They were hiding under his sheets,
Just waiting to surprise him.
Bare as the day they were born,
Just hoping to entice him.
But old Jimmy took his time,
He had played this game before,
Despite his age he’d do this well,
And leave those maidens sore.
On the night of Harvest End,
All persuasions are accepted,
With women donning fake beards and
Men in panties expected.
The town square was divided into rooms,
On each door sat careful labels,
‘Pain’, ‘Domination’ and ‘Groups’
Each with toys on pleasure tables.
The night’s pleasures were more than just cardinal,
Indeed the dice and cards ran hot,
With bets ranging from copper pieces,
Up to entire an farming plot.
Circles gathered for the cock fighting,
More still for the quarter staff,
Where combatants fought till concession,
And none attacked by half.
At the feast table sat peasants and the noble,
Mingling freely for the dinner’s length,
Downing mushrooms, riot weed, and haze
Mixed with liquors of varying strength.
But alas all good things must come to a finish,
Even the day of Harvest End.
For the tomorrow the town goes back to planting,
Sowing next year’s dividend.
And until the festival comes again,
Not a word of yesternight is spoken,
The town returns back to normality,
Actively stifling all their fun emotion.
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’
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Erotica, R-18+
A quiet word,
Will have you kneeling,
Implicit control,
A sensual feeling.
But before we begin,
You must share your limit,
Your kinks and desires,
And what you strictly prohibit.
The truth is clear,
The choice is always yours,
To submit to my will,
To get down on all fours.
Because ‘no’ won’t mean stop,
We are going to explore,
And unless you say ‘red’,
You are giving me more.
Your body is mine,
To bite, spank and ravage,
Taking you as I please,
With the lust of a savage.
I’d say don’t be a brat,
But it is in your nature,
Will you rebel or comply,
Which urge is greater?
You want to be taken,
But not to be shamed,
To push back hard,
And then to be tamed.
I will look into your eyes,
And you will say the words,
‘Do whatever you like sir’
I won’t have you by thirds.
And once we are done,
I will bring you in tight,
With hugs and lotion,
Talking to make sure you are alright.
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’
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