KINKY POETRY
i dare you
i dare you
to delve
into your depravity
to divulge
your dirtiest deeds
to debase yourself
with the devilish delights
and delicious debaucheries
born of danger
born of desire
born of the dark discussions
of lovers
who are living
only to die
daily
in the depths of one another’s
deep divine
i dare you
to delve
into your depravity
to divulge
your dirtiest deeds
to debase yourself
with the devilish delights
and delicious debaucheries
born of danger
born of desire
born of the dark discussions
of lovers
who are living
only to die
daily
in the depths of one another’s
deep divine
From Kink, Volume 3
Please Don't Stop
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.
‘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.