Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips

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


 
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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.


 
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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?


 
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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.


 
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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


 
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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


 
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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.


 
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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


 
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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


 
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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.


 
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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.


 
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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.


 
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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

 
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