Erotica, R-18+
I need a little,
That’s old enough to understand.
I need a little,
That’s mature enough to speak their mind.
I need a little,
That’s sophisticated enough to embody their persona.
I need a little,
That’s practiced enough to know their limits.
I need a little,
That’s big enough to handle me.
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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Erotica, R-18+
Hey there fella,
you’re a digital cuck.
Getting yourself off by
watching another man fuck.
I know your style.
Getting to the brink,
then skipping ahead
to finish in sync.
Oh, you don’t like it
when he moans out loud.
Yet you imagine being him
as a substitute for feeling proud.
You can’t get laid
nay, you’ve given up trying.
Why would you bother?
You’re too much of a shy thing.
Twice a day
you open up your phone,
grab some tissues
and watch a man get blown.
Pretend for a minute,
that you could do this in real life.
Would you play with yourself
in a room with a man and his wife?
Would you time your orgasm
so that you finish as one?
Would you picture yourself
being the one having the fun?
No,
most men would balk at the thought.
Yet give them a phone,
and their dicks will go taut.
They’re digital cucks
and they don’t realise it.
Nor their habits mean,
nor why they can’t quit.
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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Erotica, R-18+
Preventative penetration
Medicinal make out
Tonic tongue
Recovery root
Therapeutic throating
Mindful masturbation
Holistic head
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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Erotica, R-18+
Nothing
Is more arousing
Than you
As you are
Right now
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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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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Erotica, R-18+
Been wanting
To want you
Waiting
Hoping
Lusting
Been needing
To need you
Pretending
Imagining
Planning
Been craving
To crave you
Fantasising
Desiring
Acting
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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the toxic nightmare
the dream that traps you
into believing you’re awake
that lets you live your fantasy
for just long enough
to taste heaven
but not long enough
to be satiated
before you are wretched
back into reality
by a chiding laugh
laced with criticism
for being so gullible
as to believe
you deserve
happiness
let alone a beautiful dream
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Erotica, R-18+
May I get explicit?
Sorry, I miss spoke,
I may get explicit.
Misspoke again,
it must be you
I’m no longer gonna pretend…
I want to fuck you.
Hard.
No warm up.
No foreplay.
No warning.
I want to fuck you.
Find you
and pin you against the wall,
and rip your pants off,
then pull your panties to the side.
I want to fuck you.
Hard,
and deep,
and fast,
from behind.
I want to fuck you.
until I cum inside you.
Leaving you shaking.
Leaving you whimpering.
Leaving you dripping.
Leaving you thanking me,
And begging for more.
I want to fuck you.
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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how am i really?
do you mean in general
or in the moment of response?
that brief moment
when we must somehow summarise
contrasting the darkness of the shadow
against the brilliance of the light
with just one word
i’m ‘good’
you?
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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i see a tsunami approaching
and i know
if i start drowning
you will help
you will pull me out of the water
at the last moment
you will save me
but i am so terrified
of getting wet
that i am frozen in place
and thus
i can’t build the shelter
to weather the wave
or find the strength
to run
to higher ground
so i’m forced to wait
as my doom gets closer
praying that the
promised help
does indeed come
before i pre-emptively give up
because waiting
for the wave
is no way to live
and surviving it
just to see another
isn’t either
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Erotica, R-18+
Stop nagging
to be on your knees
and gagging.
I need a rest,
I’m flagging.
You won,
feel free to continue bragging.
I couldn’t keep up with all the shagging.
I’m lagging;
yet, you keep butt wagging,
winking,
licking your lips and flashing
fapping and bratting…
With you, I’m never lacking.
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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medication?
more like calcification
the myopic solution
replacing anxiety
with apathy
losing focus
focusing
on what i have lost
my thoughts
circle the drain
both hope and fear
falling in turn
i am lost
a rudderless raft
left to drift
upon a dead calm lake
fog obscures the bank
fog obscures desire
i am far too calm
to stay safe
life and death
seem equally desirable
i drift
cold rationality
the last remaining
life preserver
the small subtle voice
whispering
that this too shall pass
the sun will shine
the wind will blow
and i will have purpose once more
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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i feel like a sentence
without grammar
perfectly legible
yet nonetheless
fundamentally lacking
something
everyone else seems
to have
i feel like a poem
that lacks a rhyme
capable
of functioning
to a high degree
yet nevertheless
unappealing
to the masses
i feel like a story
that was left unfinished
interesting
but ultimately…
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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a single blade of grass
dances in the wind
to the beat
of the ever-present moment
i sit
and listen
to the song
until nothing
but the song
remains
wind rustling
traffic rumbling
heart beating
dogs barking
birds chirping
people talking
brain thinking
eyes blinking
body breathing
mind perceiving
just sitting
just watching
just listening
just being
here
just being
now
just…
now
now
now
now
now
now
now
a wisp of smoke rising
more substantial
than rock
the knowing
the knower
and the known
are one
all labels fall away
i never was
yet
it always is
there is nothing
but the music of the ever-present moment
there is nothing
but now
freedom from form
freedom from i
spy the lie the moment i die
what’s left but now?
no one to wonder why
listen closely to the sigh
of the inner eye
as it fails to find the individual i
oh my!
don’t cry
this is all there ever was my guy
awaken
the dream is over
there is no one there to be shy
and nothing to deny
you never existed
it was all a beautiful lie
a cosmic joke
played by the eternal i
testify to the truth that words can only imply
there is nothing but now to clarify
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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Erotica, R-18+
Poetry is like sex,
just like you shouldn’t always write between the lines,
you shouldn’t always stay between the sheets.
Be bold.
Expose yourself fully and embrace the vulnerability that comes with total surrender to the moment,
with total expression of the soul.
Drink in their body with your gaze.
Running your eyes over every inch,
reading every word
and savoring every syllable.
Then read it all again,
looking for meaning between the lines,
finding joy inside the words.
Write with your tongue;
treating their body as your page.
Don’t stop writing until the page makes you to turn it over,
and begs for you to write some more.
Oblige it.
Fill it completely.
Write until your hand is cramping.
Write until the page is shaking.
Write until you are sweating from the exertion of pure artistic expression.
This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.
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when pain turns to might
the blind gain sight
but try as they might
they can’t handle the light
so accustomed to darkness
truth brings fright …
rodents delight in their self created blight
reluctantly fleeing the cat’s tyrannous bite
unable to fight they turn to flight
returned to the sewers
hiding till night
then forming packs of righteous right
they write of spite and unquenched appetite
they sight the slight and ways to incite
they observe the oversight and offer an invite
then wait
for their revolution
to set the darkness alight
This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
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maybe i’m not shy
or introverted
or defective
or broken
or any of the other put downs
my mind likes to offer up
maybe
just maybe
i am exactly who i needed to be
to survive
cautious
careful
considerate
maybe i learnt
to look before i leap
to consider all possibilities
to be sure before allowing myself to relax
maybe that negative voice
only speaks of the version of me
that has his guard up
maybe
just maybe
if you get to know me
if you wait long enough
if you earn my trust
maybe then
i’ll let you in
maybe then
you will see
who i really am
This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Love is a mortgage,
A debt promise of pain.
Paid with interest,
For those you outlive.
Love is making connections
Despite knowing they will be broken.
And it’s the letting go
Of the guilt for doing so.
Love is for the small sacrifices,
That contain the hidden joys.
And the memory that’s both
Blessing and curse.
Love is knowing when to push,
And when you must concede.
The realisation that you’re wrong,
And the leaving of transgressions unseen.
Love is the give and take,
The unspoken word.
The comforts freely given,
And those gratefully accepted.
Love is the discipline to say no,
Through begging, pleading and pain.
And the careful observation,
Of limits reached.
Love is tempered guidance,
A shot at eternity.
And the words of encouragement,
To try once more.
Love is a partnership,
A bonding of the muse.
A step into darkness,
Taken together in faith.
This poem is from the book ‘Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence’.
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monkey mind
a brain confined
trapped by the past
by conditioning
by words left unsaid
by a childhood unseen
by what could have been
don’t you see
little monkey
you are free
just let go
just move
just step to the side
because though your cage
seems all encompassing
it is just an illusion
one that can be broken
by you
connecting with others
by you
in harmony
with a group
holding space
holding your body
guiding you
to break the cage
you confined yourself to
way back when
you needed such protection
just to survive
but now dear monkey
it’s time to thrive
you are safe
and free
if you choose yourself to be
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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.
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Two leaves float down a river,
Pulled by the current of life.
Sometimes they take the same path,
Sometimes the river splits them up.
Yet even when apart,
They travel together.
Because all paths lead to the source,
Still, each journey may vary.
Where one leaf faces rocks and rapids,
The other leaf faces calm tranquillity.
Where one leaf feels the warmth of the sun,
The other leaf is beaten by rain.
At times, all leaves get stuck,
Blocked by debris or caught on a bank.
Or pulled under the surface and trapped.
At these times the leaves must wait.
Wait for another to knock it free.
Or for the flow to clear the way.
Or for the slow push of time itself,
To gently alter the river’s shape.
Then the leaves will float once more,
This interruption quickly forgotten,
Because the destination is the same,
No matter which path it took.
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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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