KINKY POETRY
love notes written in flesh
bite marks
are love notes
written in flesh
physical poetry
carved onto skin
just waiting to be read
the body
made into a canvas
of aesthetic pleasures
a homage
to the ecstasy
of submission
bite marks
are love notes
written in flesh
physical poetry
carved onto skin
just waiting to be read
the body
made into a canvas
of aesthetic pleasures
a homage
to the ecstasy
of submission
From Kink, Volume 2
Slaveling
Her blindfold is on,
His inhibitions are gone.
A present on display,
A gift for his birthday.
She starts acting coy,
He breaks out a toy.
A feather across her lips,
A whip across her hips.
A stroke down her neck,
Ties to keep her in check.
He strips her down
And goes to town.
He starts going fast,
He tells her to last.
She asks him to slow,
Cause she’s about to blow.
In total submission,
She begs permission.
He does his thing
And she starts to sing.
Then she starts to yearn,
For him to take his turn.
She gets down on the floor,
Then she begs once more.
He uses her as a slaveling,
Then gives her what she’s craving.
Her blindfold is on,
His inhibitions are gone.
A present on display,
A gift for his birthday.
She starts acting coy,
He breaks out a toy.
A feather across her lips,
A whip across her hips.
A stroke down her neck,
Ties to keep her in check.
He strips her down
And goes to town.
He starts going fast,
He tells her to last.
She asks him to slow,
Cause she’s about to blow.
In total submission,
She begs permission.
He does his thing
And she starts to sing.
Then she starts to yearn,
For him to take his turn.
She gets down on the floor,
Then she begs once more.
He uses her as a slaveling,
Then gives her what she’s craving.
From Kink, Volume 2