Erotica, R-18+
An hourglass body
Triggers primal attraction
I cannot help it
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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Erotica, R-18+
Please daddy
Would you
Take away
The stress of my day
So that tomorrow
I’ll be reminded
Of you
And of us
In this moment?
I want to wince
Whenever I take seat
It will serve as a trigger
To bring me back
To your hand
Upon my flesh
The sound
The impact
The connection
Please give me pain
Not just for the pleasure
Not just for the distraction
But as solace
As love
As acceptance
Please
Give me freedom
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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It’s time I got my own
From a world that didn’t care
From a world that wasn’t home
Taken and laid bare
Taken before I had grown
My home turned into a lair
Used and left alone
But now I can share
But now I have grown
But now I will dare
To take back that loan
To make the ledgers fair
Perhaps you need a clue?
Because I still remember
Now I am coming for you
A new contender
If you only knew
That night in December
That door stepped through
Had me questioning my gender
Unsure of what was true
You took life’s splendor
Now its time for a coup
You consummate pretender
Your sins have come due
No, I won’t be tender
What I will do
Is become future’s defender
You are just a fucking mutt
Your crimes will be laid bare
Turned me into a slut
Were you so unaware?
Forced my mind shut
But I will now dare
A swift knife cut
Some pain to share
I’ll force your eyes shut
Into a death glare
I’m coming for you
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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Memories compress,
In the recess of the mind.
Thoughts confined,
By the passing of time.
A shine dedicated
To a past divine.
The horrors expressed
So totally mine.
Waiting untouched,
A defensive confine.
Dissociated reality,
A false sublime.
Seen from above,
I’m left in a bind.
A fist is raised,
Told to stay in line.
Flashes of vision,
Pain a bright shine.
A hollow city,
Dysfunctional and blind.
Memory as a curse,
A picture of crime.
Cause and effect,
We’re both doing time.
It’s all guess work,
Just a twisted game,
Played against the self,
On the battleground of shame.
I don’t know much,
My brain is maimed.
Functional enough
To get itself tamed.
Forever questioning,
Looking to blame.
No way to win,
Just playing the game.
Victory is simple,
Just stave off dying.
Survive the day,
Then breakdown crying.
Because memories compress,
Forgotten with time.
Until you’re stupid enough,
To open your mind.
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
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