KINKY POETRY
love notes written in flesh
bite marks
are love notes
written in flesh
physical poetry
carved onto skin
just waiting to be read
the body
made into a canvas
of aesthetic pleasures
a homage
to the ecstasy
of submission
bite marks
are love notes
written in flesh
physical poetry
carved onto skin
just waiting to be read
the body
made into a canvas
of aesthetic pleasures
a homage
to the ecstasy
of submission
From Kink, Volume 2
How Could I Not Submit?
She looked over
From across the room
And I knew
She knew
That I
Would be hers that night
And every night
She desired
How could I not submit?
Such confidence
Such assertiveness
Such attitude
She approached
And we spoke
Her words
Like bondage
Her caress
Like a feather
Her eyes
Like a command
How could I not submit?
Such gentle force
Such subtle control
Such masterful contact
She took me to her room
And told me
How to undress
How to pose
How to pleasure
She told me
And I obeyed
She told me
I was
A good boy
How could I not submit?
She looked over
From across the room
And I knew
She knew
That I
Would be hers that night
And every night
She desired
How could I not submit?
Such confidence
Such assertiveness
Such attitude
She approached
And we spoke
Her words
Like bondage
Her caress
Like a feather
Her eyes
Like a command
How could I not submit?
Such gentle force
Such subtle control
Such masterful contact
She took me to her room
And told me
How to undress
How to pose
How to pleasure
She told me
And I obeyed
She told me
I was
A good boy
How could I not submit?
From Kink, Volume 2