Erotica, R-18+
alone she sat
inside my mind
her essence
enough
to clear
all
the hang ups
the ex’s
the unfulfilled desires
where she went
nothing remained
other than
a lingering desire
for more
of her
of her essence
of the memory
of the night
we went wild
together
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
A quick thank you
Just a look
She let him know
That she’d read his book
First she asked
And then she sent
A coy smile
Atop a body heaven-sent
Somehow still subtle
Yet completely exposed
She sat knowing
He’d enjoy how she posed
His story told
All the words she read
Now his memory
Is forever in her head
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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I close my eyes.
Where once there was vividness
There is now a vague blur.
Stories and visions intermingle
A kaleidoscope of confusion.
Words and non-words alike
Are spoken and responded to.
The allure of reality is lost,
Replaced by the bliss of the abyss.
The joy of not knowing
Is ever more tempting.
Closing my eyes to avoid it all,
To get to where release was once felt.
But no more.
The avalanche of memory greets me.
I cannot escape the pain inside.
I long to let it go.
To let it all go.
This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’
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My mind creates this world.
How can you say I am not God?
Every character, every scene, every aspect;
All a variation of myself.
Created in my image, created in my mind.
Both with and without intention.
The universe forever expanding
Inwardly as it does outwardly.
Distortions of reality,
More elegant than any alternate world.
Why should I leave?
Here I am something,
Simultaneously at, in and above myself.
A beautiful story of consciousness,
Played in a theatre of dreams.
Time passes, I open my eyes.
My focus wanes and I begin to forget.
Only the feelings remain,
Glorious certainty, a guide to my higher self.
Fragments of my truth are written and told.
Just a mere representation, a lie.
Imagination takes hold,
Corrupting, corroding, filling the gaps.
Stop. Let me remember.
Let me feel again,
I want the unadulterated truth.
I want to be back there again,
Where I feel divine,
Where it feels right.
Where I don't feel like a character
In someone else's dream.
I want to be present,
Both creating and existing simultaneously.
Doubts creep in,
It was just a beautiful distortion of reality,
A test of faith. Nothing to see here,
Move along. I am awake. It's gone.
This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’
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