The Spell Of My Words

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R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.

It is art, not advice.

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I want to trap you
in the spell
of my words.

Entice you.
Intoxicate you.
Immerse you.
Curse you,
into the excess consumption
of my mind.

Just words on a page?
No.
Not at all.
Not by half.
Visions of an alternate universe.
Glimpses of possibility,
of chance,
of potential.
A window into the shadow
And heaven
And everything in between.

Each word
a spell.
Each poem
a promise.
Each book
a new life.

Yes,
I want to trap you.
Transform you.
Take you places
even your imagination
doesn’t dare venture.
Into the depths of darkness.
Into the heights of heaven.
Mesmerize you
in the moment.
Transfix you
in the turning
of the page.

Please,
take a moment.

Read my words
and tell me,
if I have succeeded?

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3

The Love I Feel

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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.

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The love I feel
So impossibly real

A point of reality
Against a bleak totality

A pin prick of light
That illuminates the night

A whispered prayer
Promising a truth and a dare

A look and a touch
That’s never too much

A lifetime together
Souls entwined forever

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

Roses Are Red…

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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.

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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m using my hand
But I’m thinking of you

I’m taking my time
Moving slow
Touching softly
I’m starting to grow

I’m thinking of you
In my favourite pose
I’m getting faster
I’m coming close

A highlight reel
Of you and me
Flashes through my mind
As I achieve ecstasy

Now I sit
With myself in hand
Getting some tissues
Unable to stand

I share this intimacy
Right now with you
Hoping that the next time
My one will instead be our two

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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?

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From Kink, Volume 3