KINKY POETRY
Degrade Me
Veiled insults
Read as compliments
Read as flirtation
Arousal
Your words
Degrading me
Beating me down
Picking at my insecurities
Revealing my darkest truths
But
Because they come from you
Because I know your intention
Because of the connection we share
They feel like love
Filling me up
Making me feel safe
Embracing my depravity
Living out my animalistic lust
Encouraging
Allowing
Freeing me
Totally
Veiled insults
Read as compliments
Read as flirtation
Arousal
Your words
Degrading me
Beating me down
Picking at my insecurities
Revealing my darkest truths
But
Because they come from you
Because I know your intention
Because of the connection we share
They feel like love
Filling me up
Making me feel safe
Embracing my depravity
Living out my animalistic lust
Encouraging
Allowing
Freeing me
Totally
From Kink, Volume 2
I’ll Use My Words
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I’ll use my words
to prompt and to please,
to play with people
on their knees.
To show
to suggest,
to encourage
to request.
I’ll use my words
to help you see,
what it would mean
to truly play free.
To open
to ask,
to command
to bask.
I’ll use my words,
then I use everything else.
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
The Spell Of My Words
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I want to trap you
in the spell
of my words.
Entice you.
Intoxicate you.
Immerse you.
Curse you,
into the excess consumption
of my mind.
Just words on a page?
No.
Not at all.
Not by half.
Visions of an alternate universe.
Glimpses of possibility,
of chance,
of potential.
A window into the shadow
And heaven
And everything in between.
Each word
a spell.
Each poem
a promise.
Each book
a new life.
Yes,
I want to trap you.
Transform you.
Take you places
even your imagination
doesn’t dare venture.
Into the depths of darkness.
Into the heights of heaven.
Mesmerize you
in the moment.
Transfix you
in the turning
of the page.
Please,
take a moment.
Read my words
and tell me,
if I have succeeded?
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
the key
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your words
hold the key
to all
of me
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3
my muse likes you it seems
my muse likes you it seems
she wants to fuck you
with her words
wants to pull from you
all
you have to give
and more
wants to share you
all of you
and watch the world
fall to their knees
with desire
for the woman
that evoked
such raw expression
of ink
across paper
that not one
could put you down
until they were done
and the paper those words were written on
was spoiled by their expressed excitement
my muse likes you it seems
she wants to fuck you
with her words
wants to pull from you
all
you have to give
and more
wants to share you
all of you
and watch the world
fall to their knees
with desire
for the woman
that evoked
such raw expression
of ink
across paper
that not one
could put you down
until they were done
and the paper those words were written on
was spoiled by their expressed excitement
From Kink, Volume 3