KINKY POETRY
Sexy Shakespeare
I’m
a word slut,
the thoughts come
so I write smut.
Sometimes tasteful
often not,
would you look at that
I’m a rhyme thot.
Puns
intended,
verbs
bended.
Always
offending,
to give
a happy ending.
I’m
top tier,
a
sexy Shakespeare.
Writing
erotica
for
the lot of ya!
I’m
a word slut,
the thoughts come
so I write smut.
Sometimes tasteful
often not,
would you look at that
I’m a rhyme thot.
Puns
intended,
verbs
bended.
Always
offending,
to give
a happy ending.
I’m
top tier,
a
sexy Shakespeare.
Writing
erotica
for
the lot of ya!
From Kink, Volume 3
Wild & Free
Use my body
to heal your mind,
as I use you
to heal in kind.
Physical pleasure
our bodies entwined,
dark desires
no longer confined.
Sensual expansion
freeing the soul,
take me now
make us whole.
Let’s play together
you and me,
never attached
just wild and free.
Use my body
to heal your mind,
as I use you
to heal in kind.
Physical pleasure
our bodies entwined,
dark desires
no longer confined.
Sensual expansion
freeing the soul,
take me now
make us whole.
Let’s play together
you and me,
never attached
just wild and free.
From Kink, Volume 3
Digital Cuck
Hey there fella,
you’re a digital cuck.
Getting yourself off by
watching another man fuck.
I know your style.
Getting to the brink,
then skipping ahead
to finish in sync.
Oh, you don’t like it
when he moans out loud.
Yet you imagine being him
as a substitute for feeling proud.
You can’t get laid
nay, you’ve given up trying.
Why would you bother?
You’re too much of a shy thing.
Twice a day
you open up your phone,
grab some tissues
and watch a man get blown.
Pretend for a minute,
that you could do this in real life.
Would you play with yourself
in a room with a man and his wife?
Would you time your orgasm
so that you finish as one?
Would you picture yourself
being the one having the fun?
No,
most men would balk at the thought.
Yet give them a phone,
and their dicks will go taut.
They’re digital cucks
and they don’t realise it.
Nor their habits mean,
nor why they can’t quit.
Hey there fella,
you’re a digital cuck.
Getting yourself off by
watching another man fuck.
I know your style.
Getting to the brink,
then skipping ahead
to finish in sync.
Oh, you don’t like it
when he moans out loud.
Yet you imagine being him
as a substitute for feeling proud.
You can’t get laid
nay, you’ve given up trying.
Why would you bother?
You’re too much of a shy thing.
Twice a day
you open up your phone,
grab some tissues
and watch a man get blown.
Pretend for a minute,
that you could do this in real life.
Would you play with yourself
in a room with a man and his wife?
Would you time your orgasm
so that you finish as one?
Would you picture yourself
being the one having the fun?
No,
most men would balk at the thought.
Yet give them a phone,
and their dicks will go taut.
They’re digital cucks
and they don’t realise it.
Nor their habits mean,
nor why they can’t quit.
From Kink, Volume 2