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

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

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my muse likes you it seems

Erotica, R-18+

my muse likes you it seems
she wants to fuck you
with her words

wants to pull from you
all
you have to give
and more

wants to share you
all of you
and watch the world
fall to their knees
with desire
for the woman
that evoked
such raw expression
of ink
across paper
that not one
could put you down
until they were done
and the paper those words were written on
was spoiled by their expressed excitement

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

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Stop Nagging

Erotica, R-18+

Stop nagging
to be on your knees
and gagging.

I need a rest,
I’m flagging.

You won,
feel free to continue bragging.
I couldn’t keep up with all the shagging.

I’m lagging;
yet, you keep butt wagging,
winking,
licking your lips and flashing
fapping and bratting…

With you, I’m never lacking.

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

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Caged Animal

Isolation.
Pacing.
Caged.

No hunt.
No kill.
No thrill.

Domesticated.
Trained.
Punished.

I want to run.
I want to fight.
I want to fuck.

Your protection wasn’t asked for.
Your protection isn’t needed.
Your protection is a slow death.

I am safe.
Trapped behind bars.
Never missing a meal.

Stuck in a comfortable rut.
Stuck in your routine.
Stuck and on display.

Nature sanitised.
Whitewashed reality.
A parody.

Just one slip.
Just one mistake.
And you’re mine.

Devoured.
Devoured screaming.
Devoured alive.

Your fault.
You caged me.
You attempted to tame me.

You put me here.
You put me on display.
You dropped your guard.

Lulled.
Hypnotised.
Dazed.

Cornered.
Primal.
Rage.

This is evolution.
This is inevitability.
This is life.

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

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