Written Review

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The guy seemed all talk,
promising to make me scream.
Like nothing I’ve experienced before,
He’d fulfil my wildest dream.

‘I’m larger than average,
my tongue can do a trick,
with my hands I’ll caress,
my moves are super slick.’

‘I don’t know,’ I replied,
‘It’s easy to brag,
do you come with references
that can rate your shag?’

‘Oh yes,’ He said
handing me a written review.
Promising that I’d be so satisfied that
I’d write him one too.

Now I had some proof
that he could potentially deliver,
besides all this banter
was starting to make me shiver.

Why not? I thought,
may as well give him a crack.
I invited him over
and laid down on my back.

With deft proficiency
he touched me everywhere,
slowly building up
until I was screaming a prayer.

‘My goodness!’ I exclaimed,
you need to work on your words.
‘Dam boy you’re underselling yourself,
at least by two thirds.’

He didn’t stop there
in fact he went harder,
pulling out the toys and
tying me down with ardor.

He taught me new moves
and positions of pleasure.
He guided me through new scenes,
totally at his leisure.

That suited me fine cause
I was enjoying the ride
and that is why I’ve chosen
in this poem to confide.

He may seem all talk
but trust me when I say,
that he will deliver on it all
satisfying you in every way.

I am in fact surprised
that he doesn’t come with a queue.
Hopefully I can fix that for him,
with this written review.

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

A Hand

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A hand to tease
A hand to spank
A hand to please

A hand to touch
A hand to choke
A hand to squeeze

A hand to twirl
A hand to push
A hand to move

A hand to caress
A hand to grab
A hand to soothe

A hand to abuse
A hand to use
A hand to suck

A hand to take
A hand to pleasure
A hand to put you on your knees

A hand to hold
A hand to tempt
A hand to fuck

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

Nightmares & Fantasies

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I am
The intersection
Between your nightmares
And fantasies

Punishing you
With the pleasure
You thought you wanted

Pleasing you
With the pains
You never imagined

I am
Too much
Of a good thing
And
Not enough of a bad

Excessive desires
Fulfilled
Scant nourishments
Withheld

Far too much
Of what you want
Not nearly enough
Of what you need

An attractive horror show
Filled
With the bastard children
Of
Ecstasy and terror

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This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’

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How Can I Not Pursue?

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There are quite a few of you
Who want to be my boo

What would you do if I let you
Onto my crew?

What would ensue between me and you
Alone or in full view?

Would we screw?
Would we explore taboo?
Would we break through and define pleasure anew? 

I don’t want misconstrue
Or take your words in lieu
So please speak true

Because when you entice with such a preview
Promises to treat me as fondue
To play the game of corkscrew
To earn every slew
And show me your divine avenue

How can I not pursue?

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

Unspoken Desires

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Unspoken desires for more
Dreamed onto canvas
My hand creating an image
Of what my body longs to explore

A mirror into my deviance
Put on display
For everyone
To ignore

Will you be the one
That will help me
Paint with flesh
Things I was taught to abhor?

The moment
Will be our medium
Our actions expressed
Is all I’m asking for

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

Songbird

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Do I miss you
Or what you used to do?
Under the sheets,
Together we flew.

You were always so willing
For my desires to be fulfilling.
Without even asking,
Your every movement thrilling.

But now when I think back
All I feel is a lack.
I miss the opportunity to explore,
While resenting the sexual flashback.

Soon, I will find someone new
And replace the thoughts of you.
We will explore and play
We will love and screw.

But as good as that will be
Our connection will land differently.
She won’t be you,
Despite thoroughly satisfying me.

Please don’t get me wrong
When she goes I’ll miss her song.
Your tune and hers will entwine,
And I will not be strong.

No, flashbacks will still come,
You and her in a nightly scrum.
Memories of us fucking on replay
Leaving me numb.

Will I miss her,
Or how she used to purr?
Our nights outside together
Playing exhibitionist and voyeur.

But of course, there will be a third
To play with me and a safe word.
That tune needs another instrument,
Perhaps I’ll nickname her songbird.

You three together in my mind
Imagining our loving combined.
I’ll have us doing things we never dared.
Our sessions will no longer be confined.

Reality will become inspiration,
A fantastic memory dilation.
None of you alone could ever match
My new internal fixation.

In my mind you will forever be staying,
Forever teasing and forever slaying.
Forever I will have you nearby,
And forever your song will be playing.

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

love notes written in flesh

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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

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2

Lips Like Velvet

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Your shape
Is
Hypnotising

Perfect symmetry
Complimented by
Perfect imperfection

An hourglass
That stops time
To all who can see

A device
Of pure
Synchronicity

Its dimensions forged
By the hands
Of a master craftsman

Eyes like oceans
Lips like velvet
Hair like a waterfall

Skin as soft
As a flower
Just bloomed

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2