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
Crucifix
A crucifix sits nestled between exposed breasts.
On her knees, but not in prayer, yet His name escapes her lips.
A crucifix sits nestled between exposed breasts.
On her knees, but not in prayer, yet His name escapes her lips.
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
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
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
I Trust You To Abuse Me
I want to be cared for
Whilst being abused
Loved whilst being lashed
Caressed whilst choked
Heard whilst harmed
Touched whilst tortured
Spat on whilst spoiled
I want to trust someone
Enough
To degrade me
To demean me
To destroy me
Only to build me back up
Stronger
Sexier
Safety in your arms
Or under your boot
Or wherever you want me
I’m yours
In my totality
I want to be cared for
Whilst being abused
Loved whilst being lashed
Caressed whilst choked
Heard whilst harmed
Touched whilst tortured
Spat on whilst spoiled
I want to trust someone
Enough
To degrade me
To demean me
To destroy me
Only to build me back up
Stronger
Sexier
Safety in your arms
Or under your boot
Or wherever you want me
I’m yours
In my totality
From Kink, Volume 2
Good Girl #2
Stand
Twirl
Face me
Smile
Face away
Bend
Assume position
Present yourself
Wider
Welcome me
Squeeze
Push back
Deeper
Accept me
Fully
Good girl
Stand
Twirl
Face me
Smile
Face away
Bend
Assume position
Present yourself
Wider
Welcome me
Squeeze
Push back
Deeper
Accept me
Fully
Good girl
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
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
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