KINKY POETRY
Welcome To Kink
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.
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.
I would like to take this opportunity to
Formally welcome you to KINK.
Here we make no judgments, nor do we critique,
We just connect over a shared link.
The desire for mutual satisfaction by
Exploring the many ways of reaching the brink.
We believe in empowered sexuality where
No one feels ashamed or afraid of what they do or think.
All persuasions and preferences are welcome,
We accept you fully. Whatever you drink.
Across time and space we connect,
We promise to bare ourselves fully and never shrink.
We encourage flirting, fucking, fingering, and feeling,
Or just a simple, coy, wink.
We value health and hygiene, so unless you’re into it,
Please shower so that you don’t stink.
We make no attempts to lie or deceive,
To take advantage, or hoodwink.
We commit to playing ethically,
With consent and care, we all stay in sync.
So, play freely; be you a top or bottom,
A switch, bear, fairy, or pink.
This is our pledge. I invite you to join in,
Let’s sign our names below in ink.
- Zachary Phillips
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 1
‘Twas The Day Of Harvest End
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It is art, not advice.
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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.
‘Twas the day of Harvest End,
And the festival was in town.
Liquor and laughter ran free
And all sorts of debauchery abound.
The young and the fun
They played a curious game.
If you catch and kiss a maiden,
She’s yours that night to tame.
The girls would run from the ugly,
Avoiding them at all cost.
But when the studs gave them chase
They’d fall and pretend to be lost.
The older women played it differently,
They gathered in curious groups.
Trapping a prospective man,
Then together tying him in loops.
Bound and gagged,
The man pretended to struggle.
A big smile forming under his face,
As he began the first cuddle.
The wisdom of experience
Caused the women to learn.
To only trap a man of great stamina,
If each was to get a turn.
Now there was the curious case
Of old Jimmy McGuffin
Came home from the party
To two girls wanting some lovin.
They were hiding under his sheets,
Just waiting to surprise him.
Bare as the day they were born,
Just hoping to entice him.
But old Jimmy took his time,
He had played this game before,
Despite his age he’d do this well,
And leave those maidens sore.
On the night of Harvest End,
All persuasions are accepted,
With women donning fake beards and
Men in panties expected.
The town square was divided into rooms,
On each door sat careful labels,
‘Pain’, ‘Domination’ and ‘Groups’
Each with toys on pleasure tables.
The night’s pleasures were more than just cardinal,
Indeed the dice and cards ran hot,
With bets ranging from copper pieces,
Up to entire an farming plot.
Circles gathered for the cock fighting,
More still for the quarter staff,
Where combatants fought till concession,
And none attacked by half.
At the feast table sat peasants and the noble,
Mingling freely for the dinner’s length,
Downing mushrooms, riot weed, and haze
Mixed with liquors of varying strength.
But alas all good things must come to a finish,
Even the day of Harvest End.
For the tomorrow the town goes back to planting,
Sowing next year’s dividend.
And until the festival comes again,
Not a word of yesternight is spoken,
The town returns back to normality,
Actively stifling all their fun emotion.
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 1
Please Don't Stop
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.
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.
‘Please don’t stop’
She wanted more,
Pain or pleasure,
She wasn’t sure.
Hidden desires,
Unspoken wishes,
For soft caresses
And hard kisses.
He opened her mind,
His confidence solid,
Spoke the right words,
Her body followed.
A passionate embrace,
Inhibitions confined,
Moving together
Their bodies entwined.
The final moment,
Arriving together,
The mutual satisfaction
Of lovers forever.
This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 1
Flash fiction
It happened suddenly and without reprieve.
She stands motionless as desire washes over her. The intensity of the moment engulfs everything that led her to this place. She bites down on her bottom lip in hopes it will stop the trembling, but nothing can quell the flutters in her soul. She moves closer, every step intensifying her desire. She feels him behind her. His breathing laboured as he grabs her firmly by both arms pulling her towards him. She stumbles back as he wraps his arms around her.
Opening her eyes, she looks over the edge of the cliff as the sea rages against the rocks below. “I know living is difficult,” he whispers tearfully “but please, don’t stop.”
Author’s note: This poem and story came from the three word prompt ‘please don’t stop’. I responded with a poem, and @verbsandvodka responded with the flash fiction.
I love the subversion of expectations that she produces in such few words. Thank you for letting me share you work.
Dominant
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.
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.
A quiet word,
Will have you kneeling,
Implicit control,
A sensual feeling.
But before we begin,
You must share your limit,
Your kinks and desires,
And what you strictly prohibit.
The truth is clear,
The choice is always yours,
To submit to my will,
To get down on all fours.
Because ‘no’ won’t mean stop,
We are going to explore,
And unless you say ‘red’,
You are giving me more.
Your body is mine,
To bite, spank and ravage,
Taking you as I please,
With the lust of a savage.
I’d say don’t be a brat,
But it is in your nature,
Will you rebel or comply,
Which urge is greater?
You want to be taken,
But not to be shamed,
To push back hard,
And then to be tamed.
I will look into your eyes,
And you will say the words,
‘Do whatever you like sir’
I won’t have you by thirds.
And once we are done,
I will bring you in tight,
With hugs and lotion,
Talking to make sure you are alright.
This poem is from the book ‘Kink, Volume 1