KINKY POETRY
Scrolling For Love
Here I am;
once again
scrolling
for love.
Digital satisfaction
of an all too physical need.
Did you notice I liked your post?
Did you read my witty comment?
Did you see how I entered your DM’s?
You notice
and you respond.
Watch as our words
steadily drift
towards flirtation,
towards fun,
towards ducking.
Laugh with me at how our prudish phones auto-correct away our lust.
You ask me if I can be trusted,
I say yes.
You say
you believe me.
An image appears.
Then another.
You tell me
you’ve never done this before
but you are loving it.
I believe you.
A video appears.
Then another.
You ask me if I like it,
I say that I do.
I say that I am close.
I say that I am done,
and that it is your fault
in the best ways.
You thank me
for giving you the space
to play,
to open,
to embody the sensuality you’ve kept hidden.
I thank you
for trusting me,
for responding,
for digitally satisfying
my physiological need.
We sign off with a mutual promise;
to play again
the next time we find ourselves
scrolling
for love.
Here I am;
once again
scrolling
for love.
Digital satisfaction
of an all too physical need.
Did you notice I liked your post?
Did you read my witty comment?
Did you see how I entered your DM’s?
You notice
and you respond.
Watch as our words
steadily drift
towards flirtation,
towards fun,
towards ducking.
Laugh with me at how our prudish phones auto-correct away our lust.
You ask me if I can be trusted,
I say yes.
You say
you believe me.
An image appears.
Then another.
You tell me
you’ve never done this before
but you are loving it.
I believe you.
A video appears.
Then another.
You ask me if I like it,
I say that I do.
I say that I am close.
I say that I am done,
and that it is your fault
in the best ways.
You thank me
for giving you the space
to play,
to open,
to embody the sensuality you’ve kept hidden.
I thank you
for trusting me,
for responding,
for digitally satisfying
my physiological need.
We sign off with a mutual promise;
to play again
the next time we find ourselves
scrolling
for love.
From Kink, Volume 3
Sex Entrepreneur
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.
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.
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
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2