KINKY POETRY
Crucifix
A crucifix sits nestled between exposed breasts.
On her knees, but not in prayer, yet His name escapes her lips.
A crucifix sits nestled between exposed breasts.
On her knees, but not in prayer, yet His name escapes her lips.
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
Respect
I respect you.
But if you say yes,
for the next hour
I will treat you as if I don’t.
I respect you.
But if you say yes,
for the next hour
I will treat you as if I don’t.
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
How Can I Not Pursue?
There are quite a few of you
Who want to be my boo
What would you do if I let you
Onto my crew?
What would ensue between me and you
Alone or in full view?
Would we screw?
Would we explore taboo?
Would we break through and define pleasure anew?
I don’t want misconstrue
Or take your words in lieu
So please speak true
Because when you entice with such a preview
Promises to treat me as fondue
To play the game of corkscrew
To earn every slew
And show me your divine avenue
How can I not pursue?
There are quite a few of you
Who want to be my boo
What would you do if I let you
Onto my crew?
What would ensue between me and you
Alone or in full view?
Would we screw?
Would we explore taboo?
Would we break through and define pleasure anew?
I don’t want misconstrue
Or take your words in lieu
So please speak true
Because when you entice with such a preview
Promises to treat me as fondue
To play the game of corkscrew
To earn every slew
And show me your divine avenue
How can I not pursue?
From Kink, Volume 2