Maybe

If I sit here
Long enough
Maybe
I’ll have the strength
To stand

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This poem is from the book Wage Slave, The Unpaid Overtime Edition

Allure

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R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.

It is art, not advice.

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Your body
So eagerly given
Lost its allure

Yet in your absence
I find myself
Wanting
What once bored me

Familiarity bred contempt
Now distance is breeding desire

Why
Didn’t I fight
For us?

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Nightmares & Fantasies

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I am
The intersection
Between your nightmares
And fantasies

Punishing you
With the pleasure
You thought you wanted

Pleasing you
With the pains
You never imagined

I am
Too much
Of a good thing
And
Not enough of a bad

Excessive desires
Fulfilled
Scant nourishments
Withheld

Far too much
Of what you want
Not nearly enough
Of what you need

An attractive horror show
Filled
With the bastard children
Of
Ecstasy and terror

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’

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I’m Coming For You

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

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This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly

Lickety-Split

I wanna quit
I’m just not with it
Feeling like shit
Feeling like a misfit
An unfit and unlit hypocrite
In need of a refit

No longer with the energy to commit
Unable to continue sharing my wit
Unable to continue to submit
Unable to fulfil his holy writ

A social counterfeit
A fool with his brain split
Someone who’s no longer legit

Some kinda halfwit
Rolling without a permit
In need of a babysit

I’m unfit
An empty tool kit
A horse without its bit
A victim that’s gaslit
A plane without a cockpit
A radio with nothing to transmit

Guilt that’s impossible to acquit
Pain that I can no longer omit

Not without a wrist slit

Not without a friend to get close-knit
Someone that allows me to admit
All of my turmoil and bullshit
Someone with the necessary grit
To make the darkness sunlit
Someone that won’t just split
The moment I fall into a pit

If that’s you, please send help, lickety-split

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This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly