KINKY POETRY
Roses Are Red…
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m using my hand
But I’m thinking of you
I’m taking my time
Moving slow
Touching softly
I’m starting to grow
I’m thinking of you
In my favourite pose
I’m getting faster
I’m coming close
A highlight reel
Of you and me
Flashes through my mind
As I achieve ecstasy
Now I sit
With myself in hand
Getting some tissues
Unable to stand
I share this intimacy
Right now with you
Hoping that the next time
My one will instead be our two
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m using my hand
But I’m thinking of you
I’m taking my time
Moving slow
Touching softly
I’m starting to grow
I’m thinking of you
In my favourite pose
I’m getting faster
I’m coming close
A highlight reel
Of you and me
Flashes through my mind
As I achieve ecstasy
Now I sit
With myself in hand
Getting some tissues
Unable to stand
I share this intimacy
Right now with you
Hoping that the next time
My one will instead be our two
From Kink, Volume 2
Slaveling
Her blindfold is on,
His inhibitions are gone.
A present on display,
A gift for his birthday.
She starts acting coy,
He breaks out a toy.
A feather across her lips,
A whip across her hips.
A stroke down her neck,
Ties to keep her in check.
He strips her down
And goes to town.
He starts going fast,
He tells her to last.
She asks him to slow,
Cause she’s about to blow.
In total submission,
She begs permission.
He does his thing
And she starts to sing.
Then she starts to yearn,
For him to take his turn.
She gets down on the floor,
Then she begs once more.
He uses her as a slaveling,
Then gives her what she’s craving.
Her blindfold is on,
His inhibitions are gone.
A present on display,
A gift for his birthday.
She starts acting coy,
He breaks out a toy.
A feather across her lips,
A whip across her hips.
A stroke down her neck,
Ties to keep her in check.
He strips her down
And goes to town.
He starts going fast,
He tells her to last.
She asks him to slow,
Cause she’s about to blow.
In total submission,
She begs permission.
He does his thing
And she starts to sing.
Then she starts to yearn,
For him to take his turn.
She gets down on the floor,
Then she begs once more.
He uses her as a slaveling,
Then gives her what she’s craving.
From Kink, Volume 2
Words Flee
Soft touch
Hard gasp
Hand grab
Breathe fast
Tongue taste
Air in
Pulling hair
Moaning begin
Eye contact
Begging plea
Going deep
Words flee
Come hither
Beckoning finger
Can’t talk
Only whimper
Soft touch
Hard gasp
Hand grab
Breathe fast
Tongue taste
Air in
Pulling hair
Moaning begin
Eye contact
Begging plea
Going deep
Words flee
Come hither
Beckoning finger
Can’t talk
Only whimper
From Kink, Volume 2
Picnic
If you thick,
You my pick.
I want you quick,
I want to lick,
I want you slick
I want to stick.
Let’s make a flick,
Show me that trick,
I want your lipstick,
All over my dick.
You be hot chick.
Angelic.
Come,
Be my picnic.
If you thick,
You my pick.
I want you quick,
I want to lick,
I want you slick
I want to stick.
Let’s make a flick,
Show me that trick,
I want your lipstick,
All over my dick.
You be hot chick.
Angelic.
Come,
Be my picnic.
From Kink, Volume 2
Hereafter
I dreamt a past
That could have been
Embraced seductions
That went unseen
I said yes
To her advance
This time
I gave love a chance
A fantastical story
With a dreamlike plot
‘Tis a shame I woke early
Because teasing’s all I got
I tried to return
To her ethereal embrace
But I was trapped by a different
Aspect of the dream space
This time I was the hero
Of my own epic adventure
Fighting demons
And going where most don’t venture
I saved the realm
And rescued my liege
Oh what glory!
Oh what prestige!
As reward
I was promised eternal bliss
Lands and luxuries
And a fair maiden’s kiss
Humbly I approached
And gently lifted her shroud
When I saw her face
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud
It was her
The girl from my past
The dreams had melded
I have her at last
What good fortune have I
To get another chance
To live and love
To play and romance
A fairy-tale ending
We lived happily ever after
I awoke refreshed
Having dreamt of hereafter
I dreamt a past
That could have been
Embraced seductions
That went unseen
I said yes
To her advance
This time
I gave love a chance
A fantastical story
With a dreamlike plot
‘Tis a shame I woke early
Because teasing’s all I got
I tried to return
To her ethereal embrace
But I was trapped by a different
Aspect of the dream space
This time I was the hero
Of my own epic adventure
Fighting demons
And going where most don’t venture
I saved the realm
And rescued my liege
Oh what glory!
Oh what prestige!
As reward
I was promised eternal bliss
Lands and luxuries
And a fair maiden’s kiss
Humbly I approached
And gently lifted her shroud
When I saw her face
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud
It was her
The girl from my past
The dreams had melded
I have her at last
What good fortune have I
To get another chance
To live and love
To play and romance
A fairy-tale ending
We lived happily ever after
I awoke refreshed
Having dreamt of hereafter
From Kink, Volume 2
Pleasure
In a world of pain,
Perhaps my presence
Can bring pleasure
Thus I promote
Promiscuity and perversion
Power exchange and puppy piles
People embracing their power
Pushing their limits while playing
But also providing aftercare and protection
Sure
Good pussy and penis is pleasing
But don’t forget that peace can be procured
By patiently providing a purposeful passion
That goes far beyond penetration
Please consider my poems
Pause any preconceived notions and pretend that your presumptions are not present
Because it’s time to procure a partner and play
In a world of pain,
Perhaps my presence
Can bring pleasure
Thus I promote
Promiscuity and perversion
Power exchange and puppy piles
People embracing their power
Pushing their limits while playing
But also providing aftercare and protection
Sure
Good pussy and penis is pleasing
But don’t forget that peace can be procured
By patiently providing a purposeful passion
That goes far beyond penetration
Please consider my poems
Pause any preconceived notions and pretend that your presumptions are not present
Because it’s time to procure a partner and play
From Kink, Volume 2
Breastflesh
My face is pressed
Against her chest
Crushed by breastflesh
Smothered in the soft caress
Of her warm welcoming press
I surrender
Hypnotized by her heartbeat
Safely surrounded
By her embrace
My face is pressed
Against her chest
Crushed by breastflesh
Smothered in the soft caress
Of her warm welcoming press
I surrender
Hypnotized by her heartbeat
Safely surrounded
By her embrace
From Kink, Volume 2
Tinker
She’s a day dreamer
And a night thinker
A creative breeze
A wisdom drinker
Able to be serious
But prefers to tinker
With art, life, and sex
She likes it kinkier
She’s a day dreamer
And a night thinker
A creative breeze
A wisdom drinker
Able to be serious
But prefers to tinker
With art, life, and sex
She likes it kinkier
From Kink, Volume 2
Reading His Book
A quick thank you
Just a look
She let him know
That she’d read his book
First she asked
And then she sent
A coy smile
Atop a body heaven-sent
Somehow still subtle
Yet completely exposed
She sat knowing
He’d enjoy how she posed
His story told
All the words she read
Now his memory
Is forever in her head
A quick thank you
Just a look
She let him know
That she’d read his book
First she asked
And then she sent
A coy smile
Atop a body heaven-sent
Somehow still subtle
Yet completely exposed
She sat knowing
He’d enjoy how she posed
His story told
All the words she read
Now his memory
Is forever in her head
From Kink, Volume 2
Lilith #1
Possessed
Her back arc
Demonic
Twisting at my loins
My eyes
Fixated
On her sway
Her nude body
Enticing
Asking
Welcoming
Demanding me
To enter
Possessed
Her back arc
Demonic
Twisting at my loins
My eyes
Fixated
On her sway
Her nude body
Enticing
Asking
Welcoming
Demanding me
To enter
From Kink, Volume 2
She Sold Love
She sold love
But people called it sex
An intimate embrace
Beyond mere friction of the flesh
A listening ear
A compassionate hug
A shoulder to cry on
She sold love
She sold safety
She sold an understanding
Of the interplay between primal passion
And the crippling confusion of life
By undressing herself
She undressed their minds
By allowing them access to her
She allowed them access to themselves
Her body became a mirror to their soul
Her movements become a spell of release
Far beyond the physical
Far beyond the now
Far beyond anything her detractors can give
She sold love
She sold love
But people called it sex
An intimate embrace
Beyond mere friction of the flesh
A listening ear
A compassionate hug
A shoulder to cry on
She sold love
She sold safety
She sold an understanding
Of the interplay between primal passion
And the crippling confusion of life
By undressing herself
She undressed their minds
By allowing them access to her
She allowed them access to themselves
Her body became a mirror to their soul
Her movements become a spell of release
Far beyond the physical
Far beyond the now
Far beyond anything her detractors can give
She sold love
From Kink, Volume 2
Sex Entrepreneur
He’s a whore
Always wanting more
Sliding into your DM’s for sure
Trying to lay down the law
Trying to touch your contour
But he’s just a bore
Saying he can cure
Saying he can ensure
Saying he can endure
But it’s all talk, a fake allure
His sex is manure
You better take a detour
Embrace someone more mature
Someone who knows how to secure
Someone who will unlock your impure
Someone who fucks with vigour
Who knows how to reassure
And won’t be premature
You need someone pure
Who knows how to lure
Who treats your body like a tour
Who is never unsure
Who will always feel secure
You know what you need?
A man who embraces your demure
By acting as a sex chauffeur
Showing you ways to be impure
Showing you the best of our culture
A kinky paramour
A love connoisseur
A boredom saboteur
You need a sex entrepreneur
He’s a whore
Always wanting more
Sliding into your DM’s for sure
Trying to lay down the law
Trying to touch your contour
But he’s just a bore
Saying he can cure
Saying he can ensure
Saying he can endure
But it’s all talk, a fake allure
His sex is manure
You better take a detour
Embrace someone more mature
Someone who knows how to secure
Someone who will unlock your impure
Someone who fucks with vigour
Who knows how to reassure
And won’t be premature
You need someone pure
Who knows how to lure
Who treats your body like a tour
Who is never unsure
Who will always feel secure
You know what you need?
A man who embraces your demure
By acting as a sex chauffeur
Showing you ways to be impure
Showing you the best of our culture
A kinky paramour
A love connoisseur
A boredom saboteur
You need a sex entrepreneur
From Kink, Volume 2
Little
I need a little,
That’s old enough to understand.
I need a little,
That’s mature enough to speak their mind.
I need a little,
That’s sophisticated enough to embody their persona.
I need a little,
That’s practiced enough to know their limits.
I need a little,
That’s big enough to handle me.
I need a little,
That’s old enough to understand.
I need a little,
That’s mature enough to speak their mind.
I need a little,
That’s sophisticated enough to embody their persona.
I need a little,
That’s practiced enough to know their limits.
I need a little,
That’s big enough to handle me.
From Kink, Volume 2
Digital Cuck
Hey there fella,
you’re a digital cuck.
Getting yourself off by
watching another man fuck.
I know your style.
Getting to the brink,
then skipping ahead
to finish in sync.
Oh, you don’t like it
when he moans out loud.
Yet you imagine being him
as a substitute for feeling proud.
You can’t get laid
nay, you’ve given up trying.
Why would you bother?
You’re too much of a shy thing.
Twice a day
you open up your phone,
grab some tissues
and watch a man get blown.
Pretend for a minute,
that you could do this in real life.
Would you play with yourself
in a room with a man and his wife?
Would you time your orgasm
so that you finish as one?
Would you picture yourself
being the one having the fun?
No,
most men would balk at the thought.
Yet give them a phone,
and their dicks will go taut.
They’re digital cucks
and they don’t realise it.
Nor their habits mean,
nor why they can’t quit.
Hey there fella,
you’re a digital cuck.
Getting yourself off by
watching another man fuck.
I know your style.
Getting to the brink,
then skipping ahead
to finish in sync.
Oh, you don’t like it
when he moans out loud.
Yet you imagine being him
as a substitute for feeling proud.
You can’t get laid
nay, you’ve given up trying.
Why would you bother?
You’re too much of a shy thing.
Twice a day
you open up your phone,
grab some tissues
and watch a man get blown.
Pretend for a minute,
that you could do this in real life.
Would you play with yourself
in a room with a man and his wife?
Would you time your orgasm
so that you finish as one?
Would you picture yourself
being the one having the fun?
No,
most men would balk at the thought.
Yet give them a phone,
and their dicks will go taut.
They’re digital cucks
and they don’t realise it.
Nor their habits mean,
nor why they can’t quit.
From Kink, Volume 2
Holistic Head
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Preventative penetration
Medicinal make out
Tonic tongue
Recovery root
Therapeutic throating
Mindful masturbation
Holistic head
From Kink, Volume 2
Bespoke
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Nothing
Is more arousing
Than you
As you are
Right now
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2
How The Others Sin
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Why is it in porn
Most everyone’s lost their lawn?
Perhaps cause when we are bare,
It’s easier to compare.
When the hedges are trimmed
And the lights aren’t dimmed
That close up shot,
Shows everything we’ve got.
Cause who’d want to only look
At the cover of a closed book?
Still it makes me wonder
If it’s impacting our choices down under.
Tell me if you feel moved,
To have all your hair removed.
Do you want to fit in
With how the others sin?
It’s yet another symptom
Of us confirming to the system
Of us following the norms
Established on social media platforms
Shouldn’t sexuality be an expression
Of our freedom from repression?
Honestly I don’t care
If you want to shave your hair
I just want to ensure
That your reasons are pure
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2
Been Wanting
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Been wanting
To want you
Waiting
Hoping
Lusting
Been needing
To need you
Pretending
Imagining
Planning
Been craving
To crave you
Fantasising
Desiring
Acting
This poem is from the book, ‘Kink, Volume 2’
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BRAT
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Sucking his dick
whilst he’s on the phone.
Getting off on his attempts
to stifle a moan.
Going faster,
making him stutter.
Going deeper,
he’s melting like butter.
He pushes you away,
you hold on tight.
Hands around his waist,
you’ll win this fight.
He wants you to stop,
he wants you to keep going.
This is an important business call!
You just shrug and keep blowing.
He covers the receiver
and calls you a brat.
Tells you in no uncertain terms,
you’re in for a stern chat.
But that’s not now
and he’s about to blow.
You decide to edge him,
you decide to take it slow.
He shakes his head
and pushes your head down.
You started this honey,
so let’s not clown around.
You take him all the way
using your tongue as well.
He cums down your throat,
now you’re excited as hell.
The call is over
and now you’re bound.
Listen here brat
it’s your turn to be pound.
There’s nothing you can do
you’re reaping what you sowed.
Now you’re on the edge,
your man has slowed.
It lasts for hours,
repeatedly taking you to the brink.
He’s so fucking good,
you can barely think.
It’s both pleasure and pain,
a beautiful torture.
At last he takes you,
at last you merger.
He ends with a warning,
don’t you dare do that again.
But you both know you will,
it’s how you stay sane.
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2