Storm With Skin

 

I’m not a girl
I’m a storm with skin,
one touch will unleash
the rage within.

Powerful love
expressed as sin,
sex as destruction
when can we begin?


 
Z.P. Phillips

Z.P. Phillips moves into the edge of restraint and release, penning poetry and stories that seduce and sting. His work entwines lust with language, celebrates desire in every form, and opens the door to kinks kept hidden in the dark. Out now: Kink volumes 1, 2, & 3.

https://www.kinkypoetry.com/
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