KINKY POETRY
kink as therapy
exploring what was taken
consenting to go there again
this time by choice
with one you trust above all others
empowered by surrender
to reclaim pleasure from within the pain
exploring what was taken
consenting to go there again
this time by choice
with one you trust above all others
empowered by surrender
to reclaim pleasure from within the pain
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
art
you are a work of art
worthy
of being bound
strung up
pinned against my wall
and displayed
every inch of you explored
a private gallery viewing
reserved for my hands alone
you are a work of art
worthy
of being bound
strung up
pinned against my wall
and displayed
every inch of you explored
a private gallery viewing
reserved for my hands alone
Inspired by the Kink, Erotic Poetry & Fiction Collection
Pun-ishment
It’s hard to write erotica,
The words don’t always cum easily.
In order to rise to the occasion,
I have to pull off the impossible;
Sucking readers in by
Teasing out their arousal
And penetrating their minds.
With just my fingers, a page, and a pen,
I’m to erect a compelling story
That will take them on a ride they never forget.
The plot must be firm
And thrust ever forward
Towards its mind altering climax
All without making a tit of myself in the process and blowing it.
Sometimes I get a bit anal,
Choking on a bratty sentence here and there.
But most of the time it’s a pleasure.
I love pinning an idea down,
Confining it to the page,
Exploring its limits,
Whipping it into shape,
Dressing it up,
And then exposing it to the world.
I like to go deep,
I like to be thorough,
I like to really grind it out.
Thus my writing sessions are long,
But ultimately my readers are satisfied,
Often multiple times.
So tell me dear reader,
Was that enough pun-ishment for today?
It’s hard to write erotica,
The words don’t always cum easily.
In order to rise to the occasion,
I have to pull off the impossible;
Sucking readers in by
Teasing out their arousal
And penetrating their minds.
With just my fingers, a page, and a pen,
I’m to erect a compelling story
That will take them on a ride they never forget.
The plot must be firm
And thrust ever forward
Towards its mind altering climax
All without making a tit of myself in the process and blowing it.
Sometimes I get a bit anal,
Choking on a bratty sentence here and there.
But most of the time it’s a pleasure.
I love pinning an idea down,
Confining it to the page,
Exploring its limits,
Whipping it into shape,
Dressing it up,
And then exposing it to the world.
I like to go deep,
I like to be thorough,
I like to really grind it out.
Thus my writing sessions are long,
But ultimately my readers are satisfied,
Often multiple times.
So tell me dear reader,
Was that enough pun-ishment for today?
From Kink, Volume 2
Do You Think Me A Whore?
Do you think me a whore
Just because I want more?
Just because I want another to adore?
Just because I know what to ask for?
You judge and deplore
Critique and abhor
But really you lack the rapport
To get a partner onto the floor
Onto all fours and willing to explore
Your personality inspires rancour
Like gremlin from folklore
A conservative dinosaur
An outdated bore
Desperately judging what you wish to score
Secretly lamenting how you too cannot soar
Thus I choose to ignore
Because I know love isn’t a chore
Not something to close behind a door
Not something to relegate to yore
I make being a whore a part of my core
A part of my lore
A part of my decor
Therefore
I won’t listen to you anymore
I won’t keep open your drawer
I won’t wear the labels you implore
No longer your opinion will I try to restore
I own the fact that I am a whore
Do you think me a whore
Just because I want more?
Just because I want another to adore?
Just because I know what to ask for?
You judge and deplore
Critique and abhor
But really you lack the rapport
To get a partner onto the floor
Onto all fours and willing to explore
Your personality inspires rancour
Like gremlin from folklore
A conservative dinosaur
An outdated bore
Desperately judging what you wish to score
Secretly lamenting how you too cannot soar
Thus I choose to ignore
Because I know love isn’t a chore
Not something to close behind a door
Not something to relegate to yore
I make being a whore a part of my core
A part of my lore
A part of my decor
Therefore
I won’t listen to you anymore
I won’t keep open your drawer
I won’t wear the labels you implore
No longer your opinion will I try to restore
I own the fact that I am a whore
From Kink, Volume 2
Use Your Words
If you want something,
Ask for it.
Explicitly state your desire.
Get specific.
Tell me exactly what
You hope I will do to you.
Tell me exactly why
You want me to do it.
Tell me exactly
How it will make you feel.
I command you
To speak.
To express everything.
To use your words.
Any pleasure
You receive today
Must first come
From your mouth.
Only then
Will I consider giving it to you.
If you want something,
Ask for it.
Explicitly state your desire.
Get specific.
Tell me exactly what
You hope I will do to you.
Tell me exactly why
You want me to do it.
Tell me exactly
How it will make you feel.
I command you
To speak.
To express everything.
To use your words.
Any pleasure
You receive today
Must first come
From your mouth.
Only then
Will I consider giving it to you.
From Kink, Volume 2
She Heard I Love You
He gave her the look
He spoke a command
He used the voice
He sat her down
She discovered pleasure
She explored her limits
She gained freedom
She learnt to surrender
He said ‘good girl’
She heard I love you
He gave her the look
He spoke a command
He used the voice
He sat her down
She discovered pleasure
She explored her limits
She gained freedom
She learnt to surrender
He said ‘good girl’
She heard I love you
From Kink, Volume 2
The Wolf & The Cat
The large wolf toyed
With the little pussy cat
He played with her
The same way she played with the rat
Pinning her down
Then letting her go
He gave to her
What she used to bestow
That primal power
That predatory lust
That look in his eyes
Submit she must
She wants to fight back
To show she’s no easy prey
But she couldn’t help but accept
To be his from this day
How could she not
When he is so much more
Besides she’s curious
There’s a new role to explore
The little pussy cat
Now owned by the beast
The large protector
With her as his feast
From hunter to hunted
She accepts his lead
She accepts his commands
She accepts his seed
She accepts her role
To always keep him satisfied
Knowing that he will love her always
His new pussy cat bride
The large wolf toyed
With the little pussy cat
He played with her
The same way she played with the rat
Pinning her down
Then letting her go
He gave to her
What she used to bestow
That primal power
That predatory lust
That look in his eyes
Submit she must
She wants to fight back
To show she’s no easy prey
But she couldn’t help but accept
To be his from this day
How could she not
When he is so much more
Besides she’s curious
There’s a new role to explore
The little pussy cat
Now owned by the beast
The large protector
With her as his feast
From hunter to hunted
She accepts his lead
She accepts his commands
She accepts his seed
She accepts her role
To always keep him satisfied
Knowing that he will love her always
His new pussy cat bride
From Kink, Volume 2
My Little Kinker Bell
My Little Kinker Bell,
She told me I could
‘Look but
Not tell’.
She wanted me
To hold space
For her
‘No never place’.
She
Quietly asked me,
‘Would you dare
Touch me there?’
She bit her lip
And wiggled her hips,
And with tinkling giggle she spun and said,
‘Oh dear, I hope my dress doesn’t slip!’
With such a cute face,
How could I deny,
Teaching her the many ways
In which she was to comply?
I told her
In no uncertain terms
It’s time to grow up my Little Kinker Bell
It’s time for you to learn.
I told her to
Wear her wings,
Her costume with the bells
And other pretty things.
I told her that
If she wanted to earn my lust.
She’d be a good little pixie
And swallow some magic dust.
‘Come my dear
Take a seat on daddy’s lap,
First we’re gonna play,
Then I’ll put you down for your nap.’
My Little Kinker Bell,
She told me I could
‘Look but
Not tell’.
She wanted me
To hold space
For her
‘No never place’.
She
Quietly asked me,
‘Would you dare
Touch me there?’
She bit her lip
And wiggled her hips,
And with tinkling giggle she spun and said,
‘Oh dear, I hope my dress doesn’t slip!’
With such a cute face,
How could I deny,
Teaching her the many ways
In which she was to comply?
I told her
In no uncertain terms
It’s time to grow up my Little Kinker Bell
It’s time for you to learn.
I told her to
Wear her wings,
Her costume with the bells
And other pretty things.
I told her that
If she wanted to earn my lust.
She’d be a good little pixie
And swallow some magic dust.
‘Come my dear
Take a seat on daddy’s lap,
First we’re gonna play,
Then I’ll put you down for your nap.’
From Kink, Volume 2
In Harmony
It’s not the act I crave.
It’s the connection,
the emotionality,
the play,
the game,
the flow,
the process,
the growth,
the intimacy,
the learning.
About yourself,
in harmony
with another.
A union
of flesh
and spirit.
A meeting of minds,
through movement of bodies.
Together.
It’s not the act I crave.
It’s the connection,
the emotionality,
the play,
the game,
the flow,
the process,
the growth,
the intimacy,
the learning.
About yourself,
in harmony
with another.
A union
of flesh
and spirit.
A meeting of minds,
through movement of bodies.
Together.
From Kink, Volume 3
Lilith #2
He made her to tempt
He made her to please
He made her to make
All men beg on their knees
She fulfilled his designs
And took them further
Through the lust of kings
She inspired mass murder
Beside every great man
She stood and waited
Learning their souls
Ensuring their desire never abated
He tasked her with glory
She obtained it and more
Returning to his lair
Acting the whore
He knew her ploy
But was powerless to resist
His realm became hers
Hell held in the palm of her fist
She took off his clothes
She took off his brand
She took off his collar
And gave him her line in the sand
Now I am the master
Of everything yours
You will call me mistress
And serve me on all fours
He made her to tempt
He made her to please
He made her to make
All men beg on their knees
She fulfilled his designs
And took them further
Through the lust of kings
She inspired mass murder
Beside every great man
She stood and waited
Learning their souls
Ensuring their desire never abated
He tasked her with glory
She obtained it and more
Returning to his lair
Acting the whore
He knew her ploy
But was powerless to resist
His realm became hers
Hell held in the palm of her fist
She took off his clothes
She took off his brand
She took off his collar
And gave him her line in the sand
Now I am the master
Of everything yours
You will call me mistress
And serve me on all fours
From Kink, Volume 2
one glance
one glance
primal lust
no words spoken
thrust
no names
just taken
repeatedly opened
awakened
one glance
primal lust
no words spoken
thrust
no names
just taken
repeatedly opened
awakened
From Kink, Volume 3
quick
quick
give me your body
i need validation
of the kind
only flesh and friction
can provide
quick
give me your body
i need validation
of the kind
only flesh and friction
can provide
From Kink, Volume 3
exposed
her body
art
in its own right
yet so much more
than merely well shaped
flesh
for her body
inspired the expression of her soul
lines
upon paper
lines
exposing that very same body
to the world
and in turn
to herself
her body
art
in its own right
yet so much more
than merely well shaped
flesh
for her body
inspired the expression of her soul
lines
upon paper
lines
exposing that very same body
to the world
and in turn
to herself
From Kink, Volume 3
love expressed
love expressed
as an act
of mutual submission
to one another
to god
to a future shared
a gift
simultaneously
given
and continuously
accepted
a promise
to bring and accept
all of yourself
in harmony
with the one
you chose
above all others
love expressed
as an act
of mutual submission
to one another
to god
to a future shared
a gift
simultaneously
given
and continuously
accepted
a promise
to bring and accept
all of yourself
in harmony
with the one
you chose
above all others
From Kink, Volume 3
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
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
From Kink, Volume 3
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
I Trust You To Abuse Me
I want to be cared for
Whilst being abused
Loved whilst being lashed
Caressed whilst choked
Heard whilst harmed
Touched whilst tortured
Spat on whilst spoiled
I want to trust someone
Enough
To degrade me
To demean me
To destroy me
Only to build me back up
Stronger
Sexier
Safety in your arms
Or under your boot
Or wherever you want me
I’m yours
In my totality
I want to be cared for
Whilst being abused
Loved whilst being lashed
Caressed whilst choked
Heard whilst harmed
Touched whilst tortured
Spat on whilst spoiled
I want to trust someone
Enough
To degrade me
To demean me
To destroy me
Only to build me back up
Stronger
Sexier
Safety in your arms
Or under your boot
Or wherever you want me
I’m yours
In my totality
From Kink, Volume 2
Good Girl #2
Stand
Twirl
Face me
Smile
Face away
Bend
Assume position
Present yourself
Wider
Welcome me
Squeeze
Push back
Deeper
Accept me
Fully
Good girl
Stand
Twirl
Face me
Smile
Face away
Bend
Assume position
Present yourself
Wider
Welcome me
Squeeze
Push back
Deeper
Accept me
Fully
Good girl
From Kink, Volume 2