KINKY POETRY
Nightmares & Fantasies
I am
The intersection
Between your nightmares
And fantasies
Punishing you
With the pleasure
You thought you wanted
Pleasing you
With the pains
You never imagined
I am
Too much
Of a good thing
And
Not enough of a bad
Excessive desires
Fulfilled
Scant nourishments
Withheld
Far too much
Of what you want
Not nearly enough
Of what you need
An attractive horror show
Filled
With the bastard children
Of
Ecstasy and terror
I am
The intersection
Between your nightmares
And fantasies
Punishing you
With the pleasure
You thought you wanted
Pleasing you
With the pains
You never imagined
I am
Too much
Of a good thing
And
Not enough of a bad
Excessive desires
Fulfilled
Scant nourishments
Withheld
Far too much
Of what you want
Not nearly enough
Of what you need
An attractive horror show
Filled
With the bastard children
Of
Ecstasy and terror
From Kink, Volume 2
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
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
Effective Bratting
Effective bratting
is an artform.
Knowing
how far to push
in order
to be pleasured
with pain.
Knowing
where the line is
between the attainment
of funishment
and true punishment.
Knowing
what rules are meant to be broken
and what rules must be obeyed
then
breaking them anyway.
For the look
for the connection
for the control
for the choice
for the domination
for the submission
for the taming of the will
and proving the inability to do so.
Effective bratting
is the embodiment
of the inherent contradiction
between submission
and freedom.
It is the playing of the game
against oneself.
It is a coy smile,
it is the knowing look.
It is words spoken through gritted teeth,
timed to the beat of a hand on flesh;
‘You may set the rules
but I get to choose
obedience
or fun
Consequences be damned.
Go ahead
punish me.
You know I’ll enjoy it.’
Effective bratting
is a challenge
to another
to somehow
control your chaos
long enough
to make you
choose
submission
Effective bratting
is an artform.
Knowing
how far to push
in order
to be pleasured
with pain.
Knowing
where the line is
between the attainment
of funishment
and true punishment.
Knowing
what rules are meant to be broken
and what rules must be obeyed
then
breaking them anyway.
For the look
for the connection
for the control
for the choice
for the domination
for the submission
for the taming of the will
and proving the inability to do so.
Effective bratting
is the embodiment
of the inherent contradiction
between submission
and freedom.
It is the playing of the game
against oneself.
It is a coy smile,
it is the knowing look.
It is words spoken through gritted teeth,
timed to the beat of a hand on flesh;
‘You may set the rules
but I get to choose
obedience
or fun
Consequences be damned.
Go ahead
punish me.
You know I’ll enjoy it.’
Effective bratting
is a challenge
to another
to somehow
control your chaos
long enough
to make you
choose
submission
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
a kind one it seems
you are a kind and stern one it seems
prone to command and other schemes
desiring to evoke toe curling screams
forcing guys to live out all their wet dreams
taking her play to all the extremes
toys and whips and other fun things
games, free use, and other kinky routines
your thoughts set the mood and then the scenes
fantasy made reality, no more daydreams
you are a kind and stern one it seems
prone to command and other schemes
desiring to evoke toe curling screams
forcing guys to live out all their wet dreams
taking her play to all the extremes
toys and whips and other fun things
games, free use, and other kinky routines
your thoughts set the mood and then the scenes
fantasy made reality, no more daydreams
From Kink, Volume 3
Stern Face
Stern face
Hold you in place
Cause you have a case
Of brat
That I need to erase
I have it all planned
A firm hand
One command
On your knees
With hands grasping the bed stand
Taken
Opened up and shaken
My name screamed
A prayer
Pagan rituals stripped bare
Again and again and again
Grasping your flesh
Pulling your hair
Throat squeezing
Internal kneading
Pleading
Begging
Screaming
‘I’m yours, take me as you will!’
Oh I will
I’ll have my fill
You’ll be taken
Until all
My desire has been awakened
Until your body is forsaken
Until we can rest
Until to our dreams
We awaken
Stern face
Hold you in place
Cause you have a case
Of brat
That I need to erase
I have it all planned
A firm hand
One command
On your knees
With hands grasping the bed stand
Taken
Opened up and shaken
My name screamed
A prayer
Pagan rituals stripped bare
Again and again and again
Grasping your flesh
Pulling your hair
Throat squeezing
Internal kneading
Pleading
Begging
Screaming
‘I’m yours, take me as you will!’
Oh I will
I’ll have my fill
You’ll be taken
Until all
My desire has been awakened
Until your body is forsaken
Until we can rest
Until to our dreams
We awaken
From Kink, Volume 3
Make A List
Everything I’ve never done
I want to do it with you,
let us make a list together
then make our way through…
Kissing.
Hugging.
Pulling.
Tugging.
Biting.
Scratching.
Slapping.
Napping.
Whips.
Lewd.
Chains.
Food.
Soft.
Slow.
Pain.
Show.
Dance.
Outside.
Confined.
Denied.
A girl.
A third.
A guy.
Overheard.
Fast.
Deep.
Public.
Peep.
Everything I’ve never done
I want to do it with you,
let us make a list together
then make our way through…
Kissing.
Hugging.
Pulling.
Tugging.
Biting.
Scratching.
Slapping.
Napping.
Whips.
Lewd.
Chains.
Food.
Soft.
Slow.
Pain.
Show.
Dance.
Outside.
Confined.
Denied.
A girl.
A third.
A guy.
Overheard.
Fast.
Deep.
Public.
Peep.
From Kink, Volume 3
Please Don't Stop
‘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.
‘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.
From 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.