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

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From Kink, Volume 3

Sex Entrepreneur

He’s a whore
Always wanting more
Sliding into your DM’s for sure
Trying to lay down the law
Trying to touch your contour

But he’s just a bore

Saying he can cure
Saying he can ensure
Saying he can endure

But it’s all talk, a fake allure
His sex is manure

You better take a detour

Embrace someone more mature
Someone who knows how to secure
Someone who will unlock your impure
Someone who fucks with vigour
Who knows how to reassure
And won’t be premature

You need someone pure
Who knows how to lure
Who treats your body like a tour
Who is never unsure
Who will always feel secure

You know what you need?

A man who embraces your demure
By acting as a sex chauffeur
Showing you ways to be impure
Showing you the best of our culture

A kinky paramour
A love connoisseur
A boredom saboteur

You need a sex entrepreneur

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From Kink, Volume 2

Internet Slut

I’m an internet slut,
attracting all the eyes,
hands down my pants,
satisfying the guys.

Getting paid,
following my pleasure,
doing what I like,
cumming at my leisure.

Don’t judge,
accept your jealousy,
you’re not as free,
nor sexy as me.

I know you wish,
secretly to copy,
because your efforts just,
leave your men floppy.

But they come back to me,
day after day,
with their time and attention,
oh yes and their pay.

You are too old-fashioned,
too prudish and afraid,
to embrace your sexuality,
and actually get laid.

So, call me a whore,
a trollop, or a tramp,
but we both know your sex game,
needs a serious revamp.

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From Kink, Volume 1