The Siren’s Call

Erotica, R-18+

Heed this warning one and all,
temptations abound that you may befall.
A bounty of women just a click away,
ready and willing, no need to pay.

Every position, perversion, and pleasure,
every fantasy possible, fulfilled forever.
All you need do is open your phone,
press a few buttons, then get yourself alone.

What we have here are the sirens of old,
pulling men off course and taking their gold.
With their songs and bodies they do tempt
and not even the most pious can keep themselves exempt.

The Sirens would pose, prance, and start to sing,
they would promise to do literally everything.
Whispering deeds that could rouse the dead,
forcing all men to stop thinking with their head.

Now you may say none of this really matters,
but if left unchecked your life will end in tatters.
What happens when we watch people fucking like rabbits?
what does that do to our real nocturnal habits?

How can a real women possibly hope to match
the perfect bodies, boobs, or snatch?
Of those sirens that you can easily summon,
exactly what you want at the click of a button.

Reality is distorted by such perfection,
it takes away the chance at real connection.
If you’re hoping your lady will act like a siren,
you’ll miss all the sexiness that’s worth admirin’.

It’s not her job to put on a show,
yet here she is, and she’s ready to go.
But now you can’t even get it up,
not even when she gives you a hearty warm-up.

Then you’ll blame her for not doing it right,
for wearing the wrong clothes or not being so tight.
When really the sirens have made you totally numb,
sexually impotent and socially dumb.

But what does it matter when you can find online
every variation of sex you could possibly divine?
Do you want to see a nun sucking her thumb
whilst a furry sticks a dildo into her bum?

Just search a few minutes for a visual feast,
a few more clicks and you’ll be watching a priest!
Nothing in real life will ever compare,
to all those things that the sirens choose to share.

But forgotten will be the dirty words said,
or all the smut you have had in a real bed.
Lost will be the memories of true debauchery,
like how she used her tongue like an act of sorcery.

Or the time she dressed up in thigh high boots,
or when she chose not to wear her swimsuits.
Those things all happened, and they happened to you,
but the siren’s call has left you in lieu.

If you think you’re not trapped just take this test,
try going a week without observing a siren’s breast.
Don’t watch, or click, or view them at all.
be honest, how long did it take for you to fall? 

If the siren’s call was instead labelled a drug,
you’d be considered an addict, a fiend, a bug.
But because most men are trapped as well,
no one acknowledges their internal hell.

So, heed this warning one and all,
temptations abound that you may befall.
A bounty of women just a click away,
ready and willing, no need to pay.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Tell Me

Erotica, R-18+

Tell me,
why is depravity so enticing?
Why do you feel so at ease
when you are on your knees?

Tell me,
why do you crave dominance?
Why do you feel most free
when you are bound by me?

Tell me,
why is pain your pleasure?
Why do you feel most satisfied
when you are being denied?

Tell me,
why you come back?
Why do feel most desired
when you are being defiled?

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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I Want To See You

Erotica, R-18+

I want to see you.
All of you.

Don’t be shy,
you have all the permission you need.

Be as dirty as you like.
I like you like that,
and we both know
you like you,
when you’re like that.

So,
Pose.
Strut.
Pout.
Dance, prance, and strip.

Make it a show.

Good Girl.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Internet Slut

Erotica, R-18+

I’m an internet slut,
attracting all the eyes,
hands down my pants,
satisfying the guys.

Getting paid,
following my pleasure,
doing what I like,
cumming at my leisure.

Don’t judge,
accept your jealousy,
you’re not as free,
nor sexy as me.

I know you wish,
secretly to copy,
because your efforts just,
leave your men floppy.

But they come back to me,
day after day,
with their time and attention,
oh yes and their pay.

You are too old-fashioned,
too prudish and afraid,
to embrace your sexuality,
and actually get laid.

So, call me a whore,
a trollop, or a tramp,
but we both know your sex game,
needs a serious revamp.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Thick Thighs

Erotica, R-18+

Thick thighs.
Fuck me eyes.
Bondage ties.
Leather disguise.
No compromise.
Pleasure highs.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Say Yes

Erotica, R-18+

I won’t chase you.
I don’t play games.
I speak clearly.
I will tell you what I want.

Then I will wait
for you to decide.

To open up.
To flirt.
To play.
To submit.
To follow.
To let me in.

I will wait for you
to say yes.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Please Dear Lover

Erotica, R-18+

Please dear lover
tell me if you know,
the words to say,
to make you glow.

Please dear lover
tell me if you can,
the places to touch,
to make you a fan.

Say what you will and
touch where you please,
but if you read my mind
you will hold all my keys.

Please dear lover
tell me if you may,
the ways to seduce,
to make your day.

Please dear lover
tell me if you will,
the ways to hold you,
to make your thrill.

Seduce me as you like and
hold me as you must,
but if you read my mind,
you will have all my lust.

Please dear lover
tell me if you might ...

Oh dear lover
I wish you’d stop there,
what I need is for you,
to not so easily scare.

I don’t know what I want
but perhaps we can find out,
make a move and watch,
let’s remove all the doubt.

I may pull back
but unless I say no,
gently try again and
we’ll find our flow.

Please dear lover
let’s experiment together,
try new things
perhaps with some leather?

I would go so far
why can’t you see,
please read my mind
you won’t break me.

Please dear lover
tell me if you might,
the ways to pleasure you,
to make your night.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Welcome To Kink

Erotica, R-18+

I would like to take this opportunity to
Formally welcome you to KINK.

Here we make no judgments, nor do we critique,
We just connect over a shared link.

The desire for mutual satisfaction by
Exploring the many ways of reaching the brink.

We believe in empowered sexuality where
No one feels ashamed or afraid of what they do or think.

All persuasions and preferences are welcome,
We accept you fully. Whatever you drink.

Across time and space we connect,
We promise to bare ourselves fully and never shrink.

We encourage flirting, fucking, fingering, and feeling,
Or just a simple, coy, wink.

We value health and hygiene, so unless you’re into it,
Please shower so that you don’t stink.

We make no attempts to lie or deceive,
To take advantage, or hoodwink.

We commit to playing ethically,
With consent and care, we all stay in sync.

So, play freely; be you a top or bottom,
A switch, bear, fairy, or pink.

This is our pledge. I invite you to join in,
Let’s sign our names below in ink.

- Zachary Phillips

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Spiralling Into Darkness

The clarity of the past is blinding,
With ill-conceived words
And deeds now binding.

Longing for a change inside and out,
All I’m left with now is doubt.

Spiralling into darkness,
The void is all I see,
The world is falling down,
Dropping on top of me.

Any feeling is a good feeling,
Bleeding just for the sensation,
Bleeding to feel alive again.

I’m sick of all the trying,
Sick of all the crying,
Sick of everything that I ever was.

All I want to do is let it go,
Not let it show and forget about the rest.

Spiralling into darkness,
The void is consuming me,
The world crashing down,
Tumbling towards me.

What is right or wrong no longer matters, Black and white look the same in darkness.

You think I care, but I don’t,
You think I’ll cry but I won’t.

The problems we once shared
Mean nothing to me now.
Your vanity is shameful,
Your ignorance boundless.

Spiralling into darkness,
The void has engulfed me;
The world has been brought down
And is now smothering me.

Take me away, get me out of myself,
Just one moment of respite is all it will take.
I can only be stretched so far,
Pushed until I break.

To the memories that shape me,
To the memories that remind me,
To the memories that haunt me
To the scars that remain

I’m done.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’

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‘Twas The Day Of Harvest End

Erotica, R-18+

‘Twas the day of Harvest End,
And the festival was in town.
Liquor and laughter ran free
And all sorts of debauchery abound.

The young and the fun
They played a curious game.
If you catch and kiss a maiden,
She’s yours that night to tame.

The girls would run from the ugly,
Avoiding them at all cost.
But when the studs gave them chase
They’d fall and pretend to be lost.

The older women played it differently,
They gathered in curious groups.
Trapping a prospective man,
Then together tying him in loops.

Bound and gagged,
The man pretended to struggle.
A big smile forming under his face,
As he began the first cuddle.

The wisdom of experience
Caused the women to learn.
To only trap a man of great stamina,
If each was to get a turn.

Now there was the curious case
Of old Jimmy McGuffin
Came home from the party
To two girls wanting some lovin.

They were hiding under his sheets,
Just waiting to surprise him.
Bare as the day they were born,
Just hoping to entice him.

But old Jimmy took his time,
He had played this game before,
Despite his age he’d do this well,
And leave those maidens sore.

On the night of Harvest End,
All persuasions are accepted,
With women donning fake beards and
Men in panties expected.

The town square was divided into rooms,
On each door sat careful labels,
‘Pain’, ‘Domination’ and ‘Groups’
Each with toys on pleasure tables.

The night’s pleasures were more than just cardinal,
Indeed the dice and cards ran hot,
With bets ranging from copper pieces,
Up to entire an farming plot.

Circles gathered for the cock fighting,
More still for the quarter staff,
Where combatants fought till concession,
And none attacked by half.

At the feast table sat peasants and the noble,
Mingling freely for the dinner’s length,
Downing mushrooms, riot weed, and haze
Mixed with liquors of varying strength.

But alas all good things must come to a finish,
Even the day of Harvest End.
For the tomorrow the town goes back to planting,
Sowing next year’s dividend.

And until the festival comes again,
Not a word of yesternight is spoken,
The town returns back to normality,
Actively stifling all their fun emotion.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Daddy Dom Danny Andrews

Daddy Dom Danny
Loves locking us down
Six times he’s tied us up
To keep us from leaving town

He’s all about submission
And just loves the control
“Stay at home” he commands
“Or we’ll all pay the toll”

But Daddy we’re bored
Please give us something to do!
“Put this mask on baby,
Wouldn’t want you catching the flu”

We just want to go to work
But he is having none of that
“I think you need to be punished,
You dirty little brat!”

Still he is our Daddy
Which means he knows best
Think of all the times he’s fucked us
With his little nose swab test 

He’s waiting till he’s good and ready
He gets off on hearing us plea
Telling us to say the magic words
“Please Daddy, won’t you vaccinate me?”

Then he will reward us
With the freedoms only he can bestow
Till then he’ll keep threatening us
“Would you prefer to give Gladys a go?”

Oh no Daddy we love you
We will do as you say
Without a question or comment
We will sacrifice our pay

We will forgo our weddings
Our funerals and our fun
If you tell us to do so
We will even stay out of the sun

No, this scene’s gone too far
Now we have to say ‘Red’
You’ve reached our limit
We want out of your bed

Last lockdown we said ‘Yellow’
Yet here we are once more
We trusted you Daddy
Now we’re no longer sure

You’ve gone back on your word
Left promises unkept
You know what we did last night?
Nothing, we just wept

Where were you Daddy?
You’re supposed to provide aftercare
You hurt us deeply
Now we are going to have an affair 

Our breakup will be painful
We will make you suffer
All those weeks home alone?
They just made us tougher

We will find a new Daddy
One who will treat us right
One who will care for us better
When he locks us down tight

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

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Please Don't Stop

Erotica, R-18+

‘Please don’t stop’
She wanted more,
Pain or pleasure,
She wasn’t sure.

Hidden desires,
Unspoken wishes,
For soft caresses
And hard kisses.

He opened her mind,
His confidence solid,
Spoke the right words,
Her body followed.

A passionate embrace,
Inhibitions confined,
Moving together
Their bodies entwined.

The final moment,
Arriving together,
The mutual satisfaction
Of lovers forever.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Flash fiction

It happened suddenly and without reprieve.

She stands motionless as desire washes over her. The intensity of the moment engulfs everything that led her to this place. She bites down on her bottom lip in hopes it will stop the trembling, but nothing can quell the flutters in her soul. She moves closer, every step intensifying her desire. She feels him behind her. His breathing laboured as he grabs her firmly by both arms pulling her towards him. She stumbles back as he wraps his arms around her.

Opening her eyes, she looks over the edge of the cliff as the sea rages against the rocks below. “I know living is difficult,” he whispers tearfully “but please, don’t stop.”

- @verbsandvodka

Author’s note: This poem and story came from the three word prompt ‘please don’t stop’. I responded with a poem, and @verbsandvodka responded with the flash fiction.

I love the subversion of expectations that she produces in such few words. Thank you for letting me share you work.

Submissive

Erotica, R-18+

A lip bite,
I’m winking,
Hips swaying,
Got you thinking.

A coy smile,
That certain look,
Your intentions,
Read like a book.

Stepping close,
Pushing you away,
Just to tease you,
I like to play.

I’m yours,
If you can tame me,
But I’m a brat,
May have to contain me.

Pull my hair,
Grab me tight,
Say the word,
Have me tonight.

Please share,
What title you prefer,
Master, my dom
Or perhaps just Sir?

Learn my limits,
Push with care,
I trust you totally,
Take me there.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Dominant

Erotica, R-18+

A quiet word,
Will have you kneeling,
Implicit control,
A sensual feeling.

But before we begin,
You must share your limit,
Your kinks and desires,
And what you strictly prohibit.

The truth is clear,
The choice is always yours,
To submit to my will,
To get down on all fours.

Because ‘no’ won’t mean stop,
We are going to explore,
And unless you say ‘red’,
You are giving me more.

Your body is mine,
To bite, spank and ravage,
Taking you as I please,
With the lust of a savage.

I’d say don’t be a brat,
But it is in your nature,
Will you rebel or comply,
Which urge is greater?

You want to be taken,
But not to be shamed,
To push back hard,
And then to be tamed.

I will look into your eyes,
And you will say the words,
‘Do whatever you like sir’
I won’t have you by thirds.

And once we are done,
I will bring you in tight,
With hugs and lotion,
Talking to make sure you are alright.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 1’

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Laughing

I don’t want
to be
where
I am.
I could move but
there is
nowhere
I can go.
I am trapped
inside
my cursed
mind.
It follows
me
everywhere,
laughing
at my
pain.

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

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Scrying Thoughts

Bong hit
smoke eyes.
See life
fathers’ eyes.

Different pain
new disguise.
Hot take
fresh lies.

Core aspects
I despise.
Diverted focus
Stoned highs.

Scrying thoughts
child cries.
Look close
perpetual demise.

Broken dreams
sharp knives.
Self-worth
clichéd rhymes.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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Let Me Be Me

I look different from the inside.

I know what you see,
But you don’t know what I hide,
You think it’s just smiles and glee.

Really I don’t feel safe to confide,
Cause’ I’ve got demons you see.

They cajole, sow doubts and chide,
Making me question what it is to be me.

Showing my faults, destroying my pride,
Highlighting how I act differently.

They remind me of when I cried,
And make me think all fuzzy.

They suggest I shouldn’t have tried,
Confusion they guarantee.

I just want to be free,
To be and to be me.
To not worry about what you see,
Or wanting to flee,
Or to fit some unspoken decree.
What’s the key?
Can thee enlighten me?

Or should I hide inside,
Bide my time and chide?
Swallow my pride and wish I’d simply died?
Please confide, be my guide,
And give me what I’ve been denied.

Ah, I see, you lied.
You see me as debris.

You barely even tried,
Before making me feel crappy.

‘Cause you were the one who cried
And spoke with such irony. 

Like it was me who beat your backside,
And me who raised you absently,
And me who caused your family to divide,
And me who acted grotesquely,
And me who failed to provide,
And me who never gave an apology.

No, I’ve said sorry.
My actions weren’t justified.
But I am not them and I will never be.

Don’t you see?
You need therapy.
I’m not being snide,
Because in this, you are just like me.

Confide in an expert.
Tell them your story.
Share what you were denied,
Open up and actually let someone inside.

Ah, I see you lied.
You don’t want recovery, just an excuse to hide.
I have tried, and it didn’t work,
So please set me free, and
Let me be me.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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Searching For Meaning

Folly be to those who act blindly,
Who move before they look.

Confidently striving,
Never questioning.

Doing what feels right,
Because it feels right.

Binary decision making,
Disguised as rationality.

Running towards death,
Believing in their process.

Never asking the important questions,
What if I am wrong?

Who am I?
What is Rightness?

What is the point of this life?
Does such a thing even exist?

To search for meaning
We must challenge all assumptions.

Taking the time to think
Beyond mere pleasure and pain.

Training our minds to contemplate,
To detach and focus.

This is not easy.
Discipline is needed.

A sharp focus,
Gazing towards the eternal.

Embracing life’s pleasures,
But not at the cost of the search.

A knowledge that we must seek truth,
Because nirvana may be within reach.

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This poem is from the book Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence.

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Play

Watching him play
I disappeared.
And in that space,
The world opened up.

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This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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There Is No Rush

There is no rush,
You are already there.

It is all around you.
It is in the moment,
And it is the moment.

There is nothing to be done,
And no one to do it. 

No words spoken.
No rituals performed.
No sins cleansed.

Just an opening,
Just a realisation,
Just an acceptance.

Of silence,
Of the present,
Of reality.

As it is,
For what it is.

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This poem is from the book Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence.

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