Only When I Am Ready

Erotica, R-18+

First
We will simply talk
Then
We will flirt
Finally I will give you a look
That look
The look
This will cause you to pause
Your heart will beat faster
You will take a breath
And bite your lip
And fall under my spell
I will lead you to the bedroom
And tell you to undress
Slowly
You will comply
Then
I will just look at you
All of you
Appreciating you for the work of art that you are
I will compliment you
Highlighting the parts of you
That are most appealing to me
In turn
Cataloging every inch
Of your skin
I will instruct you to pose for me
Using my words alone
To manipulate your body
Into the perfect expression
Of sexuality
You will beg me to touch you
You will want to move
You will want to play
But you will have to wait
For there are many poses I wish to see you in
And we have a lot of time on our hands
You will give me that bratty glare of yours
Cute
Cheeky
Playful
Tempting
But ultimately unsuccessful
I am not ready yet
You must wait
And pose
Exactly as I tell you
Then
When my eyes have had their fill
I will come close
Then closer still
I will take your scent
Breathing in everything that is you
Breathing in every part of you
Fully
And completely
Finally
It will be time to play
But I won’t touch you as you want
Not just yet
No
You must wait
First
It will be a fingertip
Softly
Delicately
Across your body
And down your neck
Tracing your natural lines
I will use my fingers to see
What my eyes have already seen
Then
I will use my tongue
To taste you
Softly
Sparingly
Choosing where to take my sips
I don’t want to get drunk on you
Not yet
Not until I am ready
You will be asking
Pleading
Begging for more
But you will have to wait
I tell you as such
I will tell you that things will happen
If and when I am ready for them to happen
Then
I will sit you down
And hold your hair
And your throat
And squeeze
Not too tightly
But tight enough
I will tell you to open your mouth
Wider
And to poke your tongue out
Then
I will place the tip
Just the tip of my cock
On you
You are not allowed to move
Or lick
Or suck
No
Not yet
You must wait
I will circle your lips
I will glide across your tongue
I will choose to enter you
Briefly
Telling you to cover me with you spit
Then
I will turn you around
Putting you on all fours
And tell you
To open up
And
To look back
And to be ready
Because when I take you
I will take you with such an intense passion
That we both will be swept away in the moment
I tell you that it’s time
That you are allowed to cum
And then
Then I enter you
Deeply
Firmly
Repeatedly
You push back
And I push forth
Again
And again
And again
Finally when I am ready
I stop you
And tell you
To tell me
That you want me to cum
I tell you
To tell me
Where you want me to cum
Then
And only then
Do I allow myself to release
Giving you
What you wanted from me
In every
Single
Way…
Only when I am ready

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

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exposed

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

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

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use my body

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

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

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Curation: A Poem On Self-Expression & Medium Success

My last six poems got curated,
Here is what I have learned:
That that kind of exposure
It must be earned.

So I write daily.
Read books like I’m crazy.
Pen and pad live in my pocket.
No excuse to be lazy.

Fighting inner resistance
Is a constant reality,
Realising that my lines here
Only show a fraction of my depravity.

Because good poetry,
It comes from truth,
And that truth,
Reveals a shattered youth.

So I share my inner world,
Twisting words onto the page,
Most of it’s garbage,
I only share what looks sage.

Throw enough darts,
And one will hit centre,
So I just write my mind down,
And then press enter.

Chances are that
You are better than I.
You just hold back,
Never risking a try.

I’ve learnt
To only look forward.
To let others judge me,
To not feel awkward.

To write what comes,
To write some more,
To keep writing always,
To keep open the door.

To the muse,
The source of my creativity,
Because really I’m just a vessel,
These words are not my proclivity.

I choose to be open,
Then the words just appear,
So I write them down,
And create something people hold dear.

Even these words you are reading right now.
I don’t know the next rhyme,
Paragraph, topic or theme,
But I know it will come in time.

So trust the process.
Believe in yourself.
Surrender to the muse
And acquire some poetry wealth.

I’m not merely talking about
The proceeds from curation.
I’m talking about spiritual gains
From focused concentration.

I’m talking about
Getting your mind online,
Exploring your inner world
And tapping into the divine.

Perhaps you are saying
That this is far too mystical,
So I instead will
Urge you to be statistical.

Look up, read and research
What the top poets are doing.
Imitate and extrapolate their work,
Find the secret with some sleuthing.

Or simply reread this piece,
And check out my other poems,
And you too will get curated,
By expressing some emotions.

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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

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