KINKY POETRY
She Sold Love
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She sold love
But people called it sex
An intimate embrace
Beyond mere friction of the flesh
A listening ear
A compassionate hug
A shoulder to cry on
She sold love
She sold safety
She sold an understanding
Of the interplay between primal passion
And the crippling confusion of life
By undressing herself
She undressed their minds
By allowing them access to her
She allowed them access to themselves
Her body became a mirror to their soul
Her movements become a spell of release
Far beyond the physical
Far beyond the now
Far beyond anything her detractors can give
She sold love
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2
How The Others Sin
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Why is it in porn
Most everyone’s lost their lawn?
Perhaps cause when we are bare,
It’s easier to compare.
When the hedges are trimmed
And the lights aren’t dimmed
That close up shot,
Shows everything we’ve got.
Cause who’d want to only look
At the cover of a closed book?
Still it makes me wonder
If it’s impacting our choices down under.
Tell me if you feel moved,
To have all your hair removed.
Do you want to fit in
With how the others sin?
It’s yet another symptom
Of us confirming to the system
Of us following the norms
Established on social media platforms
Shouldn’t sexuality be an expression
Of our freedom from repression?
Honestly I don’t care
If you want to shave your hair
I just want to ensure
That your reasons are pure
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2
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?
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?
From Kink, Volume 3
As I
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I want to be under your skin
As I look upon it
I want to know you
As I move inside you
I want to understand your mind
As I taste your flesh
I want to hear your words
As I moan your name
I want to connect with your soul
As I take your body
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2
love notes written in flesh
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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
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2
Please Don't Stop
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‘Please don’t stop’
She wanted more,
Pain or pleasure,
She wasn’t sure.
Hidden desires,
Unspoken wishes,
For soft caresses
And hard kisses.
He opened her mind,
His confidence solid,
Spoke the right words,
Her body followed.
A passionate embrace,
Inhibitions confined,
Moving together
Their bodies entwined.
The final moment,
Arriving together,
The mutual satisfaction
Of lovers forever.
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 1
Flash fiction
It happened suddenly and without reprieve.
She stands motionless as desire washes over her. The intensity of the moment engulfs everything that led her to this place. She bites down on her bottom lip in hopes it will stop the trembling, but nothing can quell the flutters in her soul. She moves closer, every step intensifying her desire. She feels him behind her. His breathing laboured as he grabs her firmly by both arms pulling her towards him. She stumbles back as he wraps his arms around her.
Opening her eyes, she looks over the edge of the cliff as the sea rages against the rocks below. “I know living is difficult,” he whispers tearfully “but please, don’t stop.”
Author’s note: This poem and story came from the three word prompt ‘please don’t stop’. I responded with a poem, and @verbsandvodka responded with the flash fiction.
I love the subversion of expectations that she produces in such few words. Thank you for letting me share you work.