Sex, erotic poetry, kink volume three Zachary Phillips Sex, erotic poetry, kink volume three Zachary Phillips

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.


 
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Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips Sex, erotic poetry, Kink Volume Two Z.P. Phillips

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


 
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Sex, erotic poetry, kink volume three Z.P. Phillips Sex, erotic poetry, kink volume three Z.P. Phillips

permission

i won’t ask
for anything
until
you grant me
the permission
to command you
to give me
whatever
i desire
of you
until then
i will gratefully receive
whatever gifts
you choose
to bestow
upon me

 

i won’t ask
for anything
until
you grant me
the permission
to command you
to give me
whatever
i desire
of you
until then
i will gratefully receive
whatever gifts
you choose
to bestow
upon me


 
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Sex, erotic poetry, kink volume three Zachary Phillips Sex, erotic poetry, kink volume three Zachary Phillips

Let Me

Let me fill your dreams
with thoughts you’d never share,
let me take your hand
with moves you’d never dare.

Let me show you possibilities
you’ve always secretly believed,
let me guide you through
the depravity your mind conceived.

Let me be the thing
that you always needed,
let me be the answer
to what you’ve always pleaded.

Let me be the vessel
though the dark spaces,
let me be the key
that unlocks the pleasure spaces.

 

Let me fill your dreams
with thoughts you’d never share,
let me take your hand
with moves you’d never dare.

Let me show you possibilities
you’ve always secretly believed,
let me guide you through
the depravity your mind conceived.

Let me be the thing
that you always needed,
let me be the answer
to what you’ve always pleaded.

Let me be the vessel
though the dark spaces,
let me be the key
that unlocks the pleasure spaces.


 
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