KINKY POETRY
art
you are a work of art
worthy
of being bound
strung up
pinned against my wall
and displayed
every inch of you explored
a private gallery viewing
reserved for my hands alone
you are a work of art
worthy
of being bound
strung up
pinned against my wall
and displayed
every inch of you explored
a private gallery viewing
reserved for my hands alone
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
Eros Awoken
lights on
sober
clothes off
bolder
eye contact
open
eros
awoken
lights on
sober
clothes off
bolder
eye contact
open
eros
awoken
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
I Want To See You
I want to see you.
All of you.
Don’t be shy,
you have all the permission you need.
Be as dirty as you like.
I like you like that,
and we both know
you like you,
when you’re like that.
So,
Pose.
Strut.
Pout.
Dance, prance, and strip.
Make it a show.
Good Girl.
I want to see you.
All of you.
Don’t be shy,
you have all the permission you need.
Be as dirty as you like.
I like you like that,
and we both know
you like you,
when you’re like that.
So,
Pose.
Strut.
Pout.
Dance, prance, and strip.
Make it a show.
Good Girl.
From Kink, Volume 1
Tell Me
Tell me,
why is depravity so enticing?
Why do you feel so at ease
when you are on your knees?
Tell me,
why do you crave dominance?
Why do you feel most free
when you are bound by me?
Tell me,
why is pain your pleasure?
Why do you feel most satisfied
when you are being denied?
Tell me,
why you come back?
Why do feel most desired
when you are being defiled?
Tell me,
why is depravity so enticing?
Why do you feel so at ease
when you are on your knees?
Tell me,
why do you crave dominance?
Why do you feel most free
when you are bound by me?
Tell me,
why is pain your pleasure?
Why do you feel most satisfied
when you are being denied?
Tell me,
why you come back?
Why do feel most desired
when you are being defiled?
From Kink, Volume 1
Submissive
A lip bite,
I’m winking,
Hips swaying,
Got you thinking.
A coy smile,
That certain look,
Your intentions,
Read like a book.
Stepping close,
Pushing you away,
Just to tease you,
I like to play.
I’m yours,
If you can tame me,
But I’m a brat,
May have to contain me.
Pull my hair,
Grab me tight,
Say the word,
Have me tonight.
Please share,
What title you prefer,
Master, my dom
Or perhaps just Sir?
Learn my limits,
Push with care,
I trust you totally,
Take me there.
A lip bite,
I’m winking,
Hips swaying,
Got you thinking.
A coy smile,
That certain look,
Your intentions,
Read like a book.
Stepping close,
Pushing you away,
Just to tease you,
I like to play.
I’m yours,
If you can tame me,
But I’m a brat,
May have to contain me.
Pull my hair,
Grab me tight,
Say the word,
Have me tonight.
Please share,
What title you prefer,
Master, my dom
Or perhaps just Sir?
Learn my limits,
Push with care,
I trust you totally,
Take me there.
From Kink, Volume 1
It Felt Like Heaven To Flirt With Hell
It felt like heaven
To flirt with hell
To saunter past
Where shadows dwell
The devil’s touch
Like an angel’s caress
Forcefully moved
My body blessed
Elated by falling
The embodiment of sin
My new bed awaited
A revelation within
A prayer escaped
I screamed his name
His attention on me
The moment I came
Divine intervention
Both body and mind
Stuck in that moment
Soul forever entwined
Trapped eternally
In a pleasure spell
The heaven I desired
Is now my hell
It felt like heaven
To flirt with hell
To saunter past
Where shadows dwell
The devil’s touch
Like an angel’s caress
Forcefully moved
My body blessed
Elated by falling
The embodiment of sin
My new bed awaited
A revelation within
A prayer escaped
I screamed his name
His attention on me
The moment I came
Divine intervention
Both body and mind
Stuck in that moment
Soul forever entwined
Trapped eternally
In a pleasure spell
The heaven I desired
Is now my hell
From Kink, Volume 2
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
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
a pleasure paradox
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
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
From Kink, Volume 3
inside my mind
alone she sat
inside my mind
her essence
enough
to clear
all
the hang ups
the ex’s
the unfulfilled desires
where she went
nothing remained
other than
a lingering desire
for more
of her
of her essence
of the memory
of the night
we went wild
together
alone she sat
inside my mind
her essence
enough
to clear
all
the hang ups
the ex’s
the unfulfilled desires
where she went
nothing remained
other than
a lingering desire
for more
of her
of her essence
of the memory
of the night
we went wild
together
From Kink, Volume 3
Master Seductress
There’s a folder in my phone
that’s exclusively filled with you,
a collection of fun
a promise of what we will do.
Each one given
without expecting a return,
just some degrading praise
just an opportunity to learn.
You’re a master seductress
posing just so,
playing with a mirror
bending way down low.
Bantering back and forth
waking me with a surprise,
doing everything you can
to focus my eyes.
On you
on your body,
on your mind
on you totally.
For we both know
that these poses are just a game,
a way to play
a way to stay sane.
The real beauty
lies far beyond the screen,
it’s in everything about you
all the parts that remain unseen.
Still
I love it when you send
I crave being teased,
I crave seeing you bend.
I may act calm
but inside I’m on fire,
lusting for you
every part I desire.
There’s a folder in my phone
that’s exclusively filled with you,
a collection of fun
a promise of what we will do.
Each one given
without expecting a return,
just some degrading praise
just an opportunity to learn.
You’re a master seductress
posing just so,
playing with a mirror
bending way down low.
Bantering back and forth
waking me with a surprise,
doing everything you can
to focus my eyes.
On you
on your body,
on your mind
on you totally.
For we both know
that these poses are just a game,
a way to play
a way to stay sane.
The real beauty
lies far beyond the screen,
it’s in everything about you
all the parts that remain unseen.
Still
I love it when you send
I crave being teased,
I crave seeing you bend.
I may act calm
but inside I’m on fire,
lusting for you
every part I desire.
From Kink, Volume 3
Worship Me
Speak my praises
earn my trust,
worship me
fulfill my lust.
Scream your desire
earn your insult,
what happens tonight
it’s all your fault.
Whisper the fantasies
you’ve kept unspoken,
everything you’ve ever wanted
from held to lovingly broken.
Speak my praises
treat me as your god,
trust me my dear
and you’ll never be bored.
Speak my praises
earn my trust,
worship me
fulfill my lust.
Scream your desire
earn your insult,
what happens tonight
it’s all your fault.
Whisper the fantasies
you’ve kept unspoken,
everything you’ve ever wanted
from held to lovingly broken.
Speak my praises
treat me as your god,
trust me my dear
and you’ll never be bored.
From Kink, Volume 3
Forbidden Things
Forbidden things
Have a secret charm
A passionate flair
The promise of harm
A night flower’s kiss
A soft caress
A dangerous game
Come place your guess
An enticing dance
A subtle sway
You best speak not
Of what we do this day
From Kink, Volume 2
Desire
A cherry
craving lips,
the movement
of her hips.
A taste
of the unknown,
the sound
of her moan.
A leather
bound chair,
the pulling
of her hair.
A desire
expertly heard,
the unspoken
word.
A woman
and a man,
the fulfillment
of a plan.
A cherry
craving lips,
the movement
of her hips.
A taste
of the unknown,
the sound
of her moan.
A leather
bound chair,
the pulling
of her hair.
A desire
expertly heard,
the unspoken
word.
A woman
and a man,
the fulfillment
of a plan.
From Kink, Volume 3
Poetry Is Like Sex
R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.
It is art, not advice.
If this is your first time I strongly recommend you click here for a content warning, and to appropriately frame this work, before reading.
R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.
It is art, not advice.
If this is your first time I strongly recommend you click here for a content warning, and to appropriately frame this work, before reading.
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
Offer
I know
if I don’t ask anything
from you,
you
will offer me
everything.
So
I will sit here
and wait,
for you
to come
to me.
I know
if I don’t ask anything
from you,
you
will offer me
everything.
So
I will sit here
and wait,
for you
to come
to me.
From Kink, Volume 3