KINKY POETRY
I crave
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
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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
From Kink, Volume 3
Stop Nagging
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.
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.
From Kink, Volume 3
Collared
Black leather
and hard steel
encircle soft flesh.
A physical symbol
of a spiritual connection.
Ownership
expressed as a promise;
‘When this padlock
clicks shut,
everything else
will begin
to unlock.
By binding your body
I will tame your mind
and in doing so
I will free your soul.
All you need do
is kneel
and accept
my gift.’
Black leather
and hard steel
encircle soft flesh.
A physical symbol
of a spiritual connection.
Ownership
expressed as a promise;
‘When this padlock
clicks shut,
everything else
will begin
to unlock.
By binding your body
I will tame your mind
and in doing so
I will free your soul.
All you need do
is kneel
and accept
my gift.’
From Kink, Volume 3
Scrolling For Love
Here I am;
once again
scrolling
for love.
Digital satisfaction
of an all too physical need.
Did you notice I liked your post?
Did you read my witty comment?
Did you see how I entered your DM’s?
You notice
and you respond.
Watch as our words
steadily drift
towards flirtation,
towards fun,
towards ducking.
Laugh with me at how our prudish phones auto-correct away our lust.
You ask me if I can be trusted,
I say yes.
You say
you believe me.
An image appears.
Then another.
You tell me
you’ve never done this before
but you are loving it.
I believe you.
A video appears.
Then another.
You ask me if I like it,
I say that I do.
I say that I am close.
I say that I am done,
and that it is your fault
in the best ways.
You thank me
for giving you the space
to play,
to open,
to embody the sensuality you’ve kept hidden.
I thank you
for trusting me,
for responding,
for digitally satisfying
my physiological need.
We sign off with a mutual promise;
to play again
the next time we find ourselves
scrolling
for love.
Here I am;
once again
scrolling
for love.
Digital satisfaction
of an all too physical need.
Did you notice I liked your post?
Did you read my witty comment?
Did you see how I entered your DM’s?
You notice
and you respond.
Watch as our words
steadily drift
towards flirtation,
towards fun,
towards ducking.
Laugh with me at how our prudish phones auto-correct away our lust.
You ask me if I can be trusted,
I say yes.
You say
you believe me.
An image appears.
Then another.
You tell me
you’ve never done this before
but you are loving it.
I believe you.
A video appears.
Then another.
You ask me if I like it,
I say that I do.
I say that I am close.
I say that I am done,
and that it is your fault
in the best ways.
You thank me
for giving you the space
to play,
to open,
to embody the sensuality you’ve kept hidden.
I thank you
for trusting me,
for responding,
for digitally satisfying
my physiological need.
We sign off with a mutual promise;
to play again
the next time we find ourselves
scrolling
for love.
From Kink, Volume 3
flirt with me
flirt with me
as if your soul was fire
and i am the wood
you must devour
to survive
free use
i’m free use
but only
for those
who can afford me
attention
control
pleasure
tell me
are you worthy
of reviving me?
i’m free use
but only
for those
who can afford me
attention
control
pleasure
tell me
are you worthy
of reviving me?
From Kink, Volume 3
Mine
One hand
around your throat,
the other
inside you,
as I stare
into your eyes
and pin you
against my bedroom wall
growling the words,
“Tonight, you are all mine.”
One hand
around your throat,
the other
inside you,
as I stare
into your eyes
and pin you
against my bedroom wall
growling the words,
“Tonight, you are all mine.”
From Kink, Volume 3
my pronoun is whore
my pronoun is whore
because i want more
because pleasure
is my core
because i adore
your hands
around my throat
forcing my knees
to the floor
my pronoun
is whore
because i want more
because pleasure
is my core
because i adore
your hands
around my throat
forcing my knees
to the floor
From Kink, Volume 3
Effective Bratting
Effective bratting
is an artform.
Knowing
how far to push
in order
to be pleasured
with pain.
Knowing
where the line is
between the attainment
of funishment
and true punishment.
Knowing
what rules are meant to be broken
and what rules must be obeyed
then
breaking them anyway.
For the look
for the connection
for the control
for the choice
for the domination
for the submission
for the taming of the will
and proving the inability to do so.
Effective bratting
is the embodiment
of the inherent contradiction
between submission
and freedom.
It is the playing of the game
against oneself.
It is a coy smile,
it is the knowing look.
It is words spoken through gritted teeth,
timed to the beat of a hand on flesh;
‘You may set the rules
but I get to choose
obedience
or fun
Consequences be damned.
Go ahead
punish me.
You know I’ll enjoy it.’
Effective bratting
is a challenge
to another
to somehow
control your chaos
long enough
to make you
choose
submission
Effective bratting
is an artform.
Knowing
how far to push
in order
to be pleasured
with pain.
Knowing
where the line is
between the attainment
of funishment
and true punishment.
Knowing
what rules are meant to be broken
and what rules must be obeyed
then
breaking them anyway.
For the look
for the connection
for the control
for the choice
for the domination
for the submission
for the taming of the will
and proving the inability to do so.
Effective bratting
is the embodiment
of the inherent contradiction
between submission
and freedom.
It is the playing of the game
against oneself.
It is a coy smile,
it is the knowing look.
It is words spoken through gritted teeth,
timed to the beat of a hand on flesh;
‘You may set the rules
but I get to choose
obedience
or fun
Consequences be damned.
Go ahead
punish me.
You know I’ll enjoy it.’
Effective bratting
is a challenge
to another
to somehow
control your chaos
long enough
to make you
choose
submission
From Kink, Volume 3
permission
i won’t ask
for anything
until
you grant me
the permission
to command you
to give me
whatever
i desire
of you
until then
i will gratefully receive
whatever gifts
you choose
to bestow
upon me
i won’t ask
for anything
until
you grant me
the permission
to command you
to give me
whatever
i desire
of you
until then
i will gratefully receive
whatever gifts
you choose
to bestow
upon me
From Kink, Volume 3
The Kingdom Of Switch
A princess confined to a castle
confined to a chair,
confined by her master
into his eyes she did stare.
Quickly taken
expertly bound,
delicately tortured
pleasure found.
Then put on display
for all the court to see,
the eligible maidens lusted
for she was where they wanted to be.
Carefully humiliated
lovingly abused,
gently caressed
then primally used.
The courting rituals
from eons past,
ensured the kingdom
would forever last.
He did all he liked
he spent his fill,
now it was her turn
to impose her will.
She locked him up
a chastity toy,
then proceeded to play
making the prince her little boy.
She made him kneel
to worship at her feet,
she made him beg
her desire was his to meet.
The ritual went on
in this kingdom of Switch,
a society of desire
a place to scratch every itch.
After a week
the princess was now queen,
her king sitting beside her
reminiscing on what had just been.
Mutual play
doing onto one another,
written across both their crowns,
‘Please, may I have another.’
May the kingdom of Switch
prosper for eons more,
all the realm invited to play
joining the nightly roar.
A princess confined to a castle
confined to a chair,
confined by her master
into his eyes she did stare.
Quickly taken
expertly bound,
delicately tortured
pleasure found.
Then put on display
for all the court to see,
the eligible maidens lusted
for she was where they wanted to be.
Carefully humiliated
lovingly abused,
gently caressed
then primally used.
The courting rituals
from eons past,
ensured the kingdom
would forever last.
He did all he liked
he spent his fill,
now it was her turn
to impose her will.
She locked him up
a chastity toy,
then proceeded to play
making the prince her little boy.
She made him kneel
to worship at her feet,
she made him beg
her desire was his to meet.
The ritual went on
in this kingdom of Switch,
a society of desire
a place to scratch every itch.
After a week
the princess was now queen,
her king sitting beside her
reminiscing on what had just been.
Mutual play
doing onto one another,
written across both their crowns,
‘Please, may I have another.’
May the kingdom of Switch
prosper for eons more,
all the realm invited to play
joining the nightly roar.
From Kink, Volume 3
trust
if you trust me
to use you
i will ensure
that you get everything
you didn’t know you desired
if you trust me
to use you
i will ensure
that you get everything
you didn’t know you desired
From Kink, Volume 3
You’ve Reached My Limits
You or me,
who do you want to be?
Let’s play a game
together we will see.
One slap,
the game begins.
On our knees,
embracing our sins.
I cry out,
you soothe the pain.
The pleasure of the moment,
the sound of the cane.
You catch my eye,
looking deep.
You hand me a gag,
‘Not one peep’.
I thank you,
for reading my mind.
You thank me,
for being so inclined.
For sharing a scene,
for letting loose,
for giving you my body,
for the act of loving abuse.
You go deep,
I let down my guard.
You reach my limits,
you’ve hit too hard.
The game is now over,
you untie the ropes.
We hug and talk,
we discuss our hopes.
Next time
you will know a little bit more.
You will go a little bit slower,
you will continue to explore.
You or me,
who do you want to be?
Let’s play a game
together we will see.
One slap,
the game begins.
On our knees,
embracing our sins.
I cry out,
you soothe the pain.
The pleasure of the moment,
the sound of the cane.
You catch my eye,
looking deep.
You hand me a gag,
‘Not one peep’.
I thank you,
for reading my mind.
You thank me,
for being so inclined.
For sharing a scene,
for letting loose,
for giving you my body,
for the act of loving abuse.
You go deep,
I let down my guard.
You reach my limits,
you’ve hit too hard.
The game is now over,
you untie the ropes.
We hug and talk,
we discuss our hopes.
Next time
you will know a little bit more.
You will go a little bit slower,
you will continue to explore.
From Kink, Volume 3
i can be explicit
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i can be explicit
and solicit
but only if you are complicit
expose yourself
and i’ll kiss it
move your body to elicit
lust
implicit
thoughts that disinhibit
i want you
anything less is insufficient
let’s make memories together
pleasure reminiscent
mouth and tongue proficient
swallow deeply
no limit
thank the gods
for a body capable of such spirit…
i can be explicit
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
a pleasure paradox
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your voice
speaking my words
your body
moving my mind
a gift
given as much as taken
i’m stroking myself
whilst stroking my ego
whilst thinking of a lady
whose thinking of me
whilst stroking herself
sharing it with me
because it will stroke her ego
a pleasure paradox
a fractal of fun
a sensorium of sex
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
fantasy
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in my dreams
i made your fantasies
a reality
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
Summoning A Genie
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Come hither
don’t dither,
I’m a giver
I desire to make you wither.
Slowly I will beckon
my fingers a weapon,
this session
will be a lesson.
I will learn
what you yearn,
what makes you squirm
what makes your mind turn.
Bodies entwined
pleasure divined,
my movements aligned
pleasure enshrined.
Removing your bikini
summoning a genie,
it will be steamy
a sensual Houdini.
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
true submission
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true submission
is never
commanded
requested
or taken
no
it is freely given
and then dutifully accepted
with care
true dominance
is never
threatening
coercing
or manipulating
no
it is an understanding
of what power
actually is
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
Only When I Am Ready
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First
We will simply talk
Then
We will flirt
Finally I will give you a look
That look
The look
This will cause you to pause
Your heart will beat faster
You will take a breath
And bite your lip
And fall under my spell
I will lead you to the bedroom
And tell you to undress
Slowly
You will comply
Then
I will just look at you
All of you
Appreciating you for the work of art that you are
I will compliment you
Highlighting the parts of you
That are most appealing to me
In turn
Cataloging every inch
Of your skin
I will instruct you to pose for me
Using my words alone
To manipulate your body
Into the perfect expression
Of sexuality
You will beg me to touch you
You will want to move
You will want to play
But you will have to wait
For there are many poses I wish to see you in
And we have a lot of time on our hands
You will give me that bratty glare of yours
Cute
Cheeky
Playful
Tempting
But ultimately unsuccessful
I am not ready yet
You must wait
And pose
Exactly as I tell you
Then
When my eyes have had their fill
I will come close
Then closer still
I will take your scent
Breathing in everything that is you
Breathing in every part of you
Fully
And completely
Finally
It will be time to play
But I won’t touch you as you want
Not just yet
No
You must wait
First
It will be a fingertip
Softly
Delicately
Across your body
And down your neck
Tracing your natural lines
I will use my fingers to see
What my eyes have already seen
Then
I will use my tongue
To taste you
Softly
Sparingly
Choosing where to take my sips
I don’t want to get drunk on you
Not yet
Not until I am ready
You will be asking
Pleading
Begging for more
But you will have to wait
I tell you as such
I will tell you that things will happen
If and when I am ready for them to happen
Then
I will sit you down
And hold your hair
And your throat
And squeeze
Not too tightly
But tight enough
I will tell you to open your mouth
Wider
And to poke your tongue out
Then
I will place the tip
Just the tip of my cock
On you
You are not allowed to move
Or lick
Or suck
No
Not yet
You must wait
I will circle your lips
I will glide across your tongue
I will choose to enter you
Briefly
Telling you to cover me with you spit
Then
I will turn you around
Putting you on all fours
And tell you
To open up
And
To look back
And to be ready
Because when I take you
I will take you with such an intense passion
That we both will be swept away in the moment
I tell you that it’s time
That you are allowed to cum
And then
Then I enter you
Deeply
Firmly
Repeatedly
You push back
And I push forth
Again
And again
And again
Finally when I am ready
I stop you
And tell you
To tell me
That you want me to cum
I tell you
To tell me
Where you want me to cum
Then
And only then
Do I allow myself to release
Giving you
What you wanted from me
In every
Single
Way…
Only when I am ready
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3