Erotica, R-18+
flirt
with me
as if
your soul
was fire
and i am
the wood
you must
devour
to survive
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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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
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
Show me
inside,
in me
please confide.
Let down
your wall,
and I’ll give you
my all.
I wish
to witness your soul,
your body
is not my goal.
Just an intimate
embrace,
our love
let’s retrace.
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
There’s a folder in my phone
that’s exclusively filled with you,
a collection of fun
a promise of what we will do.
Each one given
without expecting a return,
just some degrading praise
just an opportunity to learn.
You’re a master seductress
posing just so,
playing with a mirror
bending way down low.
Bantering back and forth
waking me with a surprise,
doing everything you can
to focus my eyes.
On you
on your body,
on your mind
on you totally.
For we both know
that these poses are just a game,
a way to play
a way to stay sane.
The real beauty
lies far beyond the screen,
it’s in everything about you
all the parts that remain unseen.
Still
I love it when you send
I crave being teased,
I crave seeing you bend.
I may act calm
but inside I’m on fire,
lusting for you
every part I desire.
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
i crave
the distraction
that comes
with my destruction
that comes
when you
devour me
when you take me
in my totality
the indulgence of pleasure
the peace found within pain
the safety of surrender
to you
to your hands
to your teeth
to your will
on my neck
on my body
on my soul
our breath
in harmony
our movements
a dance
our essence
entwined
i invite you in
take me
to that special place
of total physical and spiritual release
where orgasm and tears and rage sit balanced upon a knife’s edge
just waiting for you
to choose
how i am allowed to release
i want to be more than just a good girl
i want to be your good girl
i want to be everything for you
and in doing so
i want to be free to luxuriate with you in the pleasures of my body
please
i cannot wait any longer
i accept and i consent
to the bites and to the bruises
they will represent the special place
that only you and i
have ventured together
all i ask
is that once you’ve taken me
that you hug me
that you bring me back
to stability
to reality
to normality
to a place that will be soon ready
to do it all again
with you
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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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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Erotica, R-18+
worship me
with your mind
as your body
liberates my soul
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
show me
your soul
so i
may taste
your flesh
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
She wanted me to ask
She wanted me to explore
She wanted me to speak
She wanted me to want more
She wanted me to command her
To tell her what was required
To tell her how to sit
To tell her she was desired
She wanted me to know
What was in her mind
What she wanted to do
What would make her spellbind
She wanted my inside her
Mind, body, and soul
She wanted me
To make her whole
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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The world is a mirror to your soul,
Your happiness will be shown
On the faces of strangers,
Your fear will flicker in their eyes,
Your hope will express itself
In the poetry you read, as too will your ills.
The mirror rejects what you are not,
Thus the world will always be you,
In this way you are trapped,
Rejecting love when you need it most,
And the advice you most need to hear.
Yet you are not stagnant,
And neither is the mood of the world,
What happens in one, distorts the other,
Words can scratch, and actions can crack,
So keep a watch on its surface,
And a polishing rag in hand.
Realise that the mirror is in fact imperfect,
Subject to change, manipulation and control,
Those reflections are more than phantasms,
They have a force that can break.
So watch the mirror,
Be on guard against its influence,
But also influence your guard,
For your actions may inadvertently
Shatter someone’s soul.
This poem is from the book Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence.
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*** Trigger Warning ***
He told me I was special,
And gave me all the perks.
Held my hand through prayer,
And showed me how the system works.
He said it would be our little secret,
Kept between him, me, and God.
Told me that I was a good boy.
Summoned me with that little nod.
He taught me what was holy.
To trust in the divine word.
That my doubts were of the devil,
To not trust in the absurd.
He spoke of the afterlife,
Spewing words of eternal damnation.
The trials of earth trivial,
Compared to the day of revelation.
He showed me how a soft caress,
Can feel like the stab of a demon.
That he held all the power,
And that God’s love tastes like semen.
He demonstrated the church’s power,
By denying all my accusations.
How could a priest be sullied,
By a young boy’s fabrications?
He was eventually punished,
They moved him to a new town.
Gave him a new flock,
Other boy’s souls to drown.
He died as he lived,
Safe and admired,
Protected by his brethren,
A biblical patriarchy conspired.
He left me broken,
Mind, body, soul.
What he did destroyed my faith,
Leaving me not whole.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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