Crucifix

A crucifix sits nestled between exposed breasts.
On her knees, but not in prayer, yet His name escapes her lips.

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Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection

It Felt Like Heaven To Flirt With Hell

It felt like heaven
To flirt with hell
To saunter past
Where shadows dwell

The devil’s touch
Like an angel’s caress
Forcefully moved
My body blessed

Elated by falling
The embodiment of sin
My new bed awaited
A revelation within

A prayer escaped
I screamed his name
His attention on me
The moment I came

Divine intervention
Both body and mind
Stuck in that moment
Soul forever entwined

Trapped eternally
In a pleasure spell
The heaven I desired
Is now my hell

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From Kink, Volume 2

How The Others Sin

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R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.

It is art, not advice.

If this is your first time I strongly recommend you click here for a content warning, and to appropriately frame this work, before reading.

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Why is it in porn
Most everyone’s lost their lawn?

Perhaps cause when we are bare,
It’s easier to compare.

When the hedges are trimmed
And the lights aren’t dimmed

That close up shot,
Shows everything we’ve got.

Cause who’d want to only look
At the cover of a closed book?

Still it makes me wonder
If it’s impacting our choices down under.

Tell me if you feel moved,
To have all your hair removed.

Do you want to fit in
With how the others sin?

It’s yet another symptom
Of us confirming to the system

Of us following the norms
Established on social media platforms

Shouldn’t sexuality be an expression
Of our freedom from repression?

Honestly I don’t care
If you want to shave your hair

I just want to ensure
That your reasons are pure

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

Storm With Skin

I’m not a girl
I’m a storm with skin,
one touch will unleash
the rage within.

Powerful love
expressed as sin,
sex as destruction
when can we begin?

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From Kink, Volume 3