Desire

A cherry
craving lips,
the movement 
of her hips.

A taste 
of the unknown,
the sound 
of her moan.

A leather 
bound chair,
the pulling 
of her hair.

A desire
expertly heard,
the unspoken
word.

A woman
and a man,
the fulfillment
of a plan.

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From Kink, Volume 3

Pleasure City

Brat
Don’t act shitty
I know you’re guilty
But punishment for punishment’s sake
Would just be a pity
You know I think you’re pretty
And witty
So just give me a moment of tranquility
Then
I’ll ravish you
And your kitty
Pulling hair
And tweaking your titty
Have you pleading
To be allowed just an itty bitty bit of time
Between my words and a bit of butt hitty
Soon
I’ll have you giddy
Toes curled
Wet
Weak at the knees and ready
It’s time to play
And I’m gonna keep you busy
Up all night with me
On a tour of your body
You know what?
From now on
I’ll call you my pleasure city

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From Kink, Volume 3

Poetry Is Like Sex

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R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.

It is art, not advice.

If this is your first time I strongly recommend you click here for a content warning, and to appropriately frame this work, before reading.

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Poetry is like sex,
just like you shouldn’t always write between the lines,
you shouldn’t always stay between the sheets.

Be bold.

Expose yourself fully and embrace the vulnerability that comes with total surrender to the moment,
with total expression of the soul.

Drink in their body with your gaze.

Running your eyes over every inch,
reading every word
and savoring every syllable.

Then read it all again,
looking for meaning between the lines,
finding joy inside the words.

Write with your tongue;
treating their body as your page.

Don’t stop writing until the page makes you to turn it over,
and begs for you to write some more.

Oblige it.
Fill it completely.

Write until your hand is cramping.
Write until the page is shaking.
Write until you are sweating from the exertion of pure artistic expression.

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3

Offer

I know
if I don’t ask anything
from you,
you
will offer me
everything.

So
I will sit here
and wait,
for you
to come
to me.

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From Kink, Volume 3

The Ignition Of My Soul

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R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.

It is art, not advice.

If this is your first time I strongly recommend you click here for a content warning, and to appropriately frame this work, before reading.

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Most anyone
Can pleasure me
It’s a simple math equation:
Friction + Time = Orgasm

But the ignition
Of my soul?
That requires a level of artistry
Possessed by a mere few

Presence
Personality
Perseverance
Confidence
Curiosity
Aesthetic
And a willingness to explore
The intersection between our minds
And our bodies
And our souls

The desire
To delve the depths
Of one another’s shadow

The curiosity
And commitment
To take our play
All the way
To its conclusion

So please don’t come
With a recitation
Of your times tables
And expect to have
More
Than just my body

Come to me
In your totality

With your life
Acting as the canvas
For your art

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 3

You Won’t Find Twice

I’m the type of person you won’t find twice
Acting kinda naughty while looking far too nice
Giving you sweet kisses with an added dash of spice
Doing all I can to arouse you and entice
Willing to play and explore our shared vice
Your touch and attention is my only asking price
To achieve mutual pleasure is worth any sacrifice
Here is my pie, tell me, would you like a slice?
Share your deepest desires, I’ll do what you devise
Know that I get off on you being precise
So tell me what to do and I’ll be your paradise
I’m the type of person that will try anything twice
Please let’s get started, I’m asking nice

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From Kink, Volume 3

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.

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From Kink, Volume 3

tip of my tongue

what i want
is for what i want
to be right on the tip
of the tip
of my tongue

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From Kink, Volume 3

I Thought Of You Today

I thought of you today;
of us, together, in that certain way.
in the way that we like to play,
in the way that I make you obey,
and lay,
and say the way that you want to be treated like prey.

I thought of you today;
in my mind a constant replay,
of your smile and hip sway,
of your sensual ballet,
of my hand squeezing your airway
of how I make you pray,
screaming god’s name in a sinful display,
a pleasure and pain foray.

I thought of you today;
of how you guided me through my naïveté,
of how you made my sexuality okay,
accepting me in every way,
making each day feel like my birthday,
offering yourself the bouquet,
a free use getaway,
a mind, body and soul holiday.

I thought of you today…

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From Kink, Volume 3

eye contact

eye contact
that look
a slight nod
an expectation
of obedience
of compliance
of total submission

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From Kink, Volume 3

Small hug, big squeeze

Small hug,
big squeeze.

If you ask nicely,
I’ll get on my knees.

Don’t stop,
Don’t tease.

I want all of you,
pretty please!

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From Kink, Volume 3

cover me

conspire in me
your desire for me

inspire me
with attire
worn just for me

worship me
knees on the floor
tongue inside me

suck me
as a prayer
to the pleasure
you’re evoking from me

cover me
in your cum
release yourself upon me
all over me

face me
flip me
bend me
fuck me

take me
fill me
penetrate me
so thoroughly
that i can’t think
clearly

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From Kink, Volume 3

union

exploring
the depths
of the flesh
by connecting
to the divine

a prayer
of pleasure
a wave
of metaphysical ecstasy
hinting at heaven
hinting at eternity
found through union
with one another
with oneness itself

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From Kink, Volume 3

i dare you

i dare you
to delve
into your depravity

to divulge
your dirtiest deeds

to debase yourself
with the devilish delights
and delicious debaucheries
born of danger
born of desire
born of the dark discussions
of lovers
who are living
only to die
daily
in the depths of one another’s
deep divine

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From 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

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From Kink, Volume 3