Erotica, R-18+
I’m not a girl
I’m a storm with skin,
one touch will unleash
the rage within.
Powerful love
expressed as sin,
sex as destruction
when can we begin?
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
Why is it in porn
Most everyone’s lost their lawn?
Perhaps cause when we are bare,
It’s easier to compare.
When the hedges are trimmed
And the lights aren’t dimmed
That close up shot,
Shows everything we’ve got.
Cause who’d want to only look
At the cover of a closed book?
Still it makes me wonder
If it’s impacting our choices down under.
Tell me if you feel moved,
To have all your hair removed.
Do you want to fit in
With how the others sin?
It’s yet another symptom
Of us confirming to the system
Of us following the norms
Established on social media platforms
Shouldn’t sexuality be an expression
Of our freedom from repression?
Honestly I don’t care
If you want to shave your hair
I just want to ensure
That your reasons are pure
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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I over thought it and hurt my own feelings.
Ruminated and created some tearlings.
Them’s are tears that represent fears.
Them’s are shame and toxic self-blame.
I internalised it and took it out on you.
Rebelling and yelling that something’s ado.
‘Twas an attack that needs an unpack.
‘Twas an interrogation like presentation.
I blocked the world off and hurt myself.
Bashed and slashed at my body wealth.
That’s a knife leading to strife.
That’s a pile of pills causing ills.
I broke down and lost it all.
Cried and tried to take the last fall.
I was insane and overflowing with pain.
I was at rock bottom feeling forgotten.
I survived and came back to you wearily.
Apologising and explaining myself tearily.
The same story just more gory.
The trauma trick that I always stick.
I recovered and returned to my normal.
Flirting and fucking and acting all formal.
You said it’s okay, it was just a bad day.
You let me back in, despite all my sin.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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