KINKY POETRY
Unspoken Desires
Unspoken desires for more
Dreamed onto canvas
My hand creating an image
Of what my body longs to explore
A mirror into my deviance
Put on display
For everyone
To ignore
Will you be the one
That will help me
Paint with flesh
Things I was taught to abhor?
The moment
Will be our medium
Our actions expressed
Is all I’m asking for
Unspoken desires for more
Dreamed onto canvas
My hand creating an image
Of what my body longs to explore
A mirror into my deviance
Put on display
For everyone
To ignore
Will you be the one
That will help me
Paint with flesh
Things I was taught to abhor?
The moment
Will be our medium
Our actions expressed
Is all I’m asking for
From Kink, Volume 2
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.