I Want To Fuck You

Erotica, R-18+

May I get explicit?
Sorry, I miss spoke,
I may get explicit.
Misspoke again,
it must be you
I’m no longer gonna pretend…

I want to fuck you.
Hard.

No warm up.
No foreplay.
No warning.

I want to fuck you.

Find you
and pin you against the wall,
and rip your pants off,
then pull your panties to the side.

I want to fuck you.

Hard,
and deep,
and fast,
from behind.

I want to fuck you.
until I cum inside you.

Leaving you shaking.
Leaving you whimpering.
Leaving you dripping.
Leaving you thanking me,
And begging for more.

I want to fuck you.

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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how am i, really?

how am i really?

do you mean in general
or in the moment of response?

that brief moment
when we must somehow summarise
contrasting the darkness of the shadow
against the brilliance of the light
with just one word

i’m ‘good’
you?

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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.

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tsunami

i see a tsunami approaching
and i know
if i start drowning
you will help
you will pull me out of the water

at the last moment
you will save me

but i am so terrified
of getting wet
that i am frozen in place
and thus
i can’t build the shelter
to weather the wave
or find the strength
to run
to higher ground

so i’m forced to wait
as my doom gets closer
praying that the
promised help
does indeed come
before i pre-emptively give up

because waiting
for the wave
is no way to live
and surviving it
just to see another
isn’t either

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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.

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Stop Nagging

Erotica, R-18+

Stop nagging
to be on your knees
and gagging.

I need a rest,
I’m flagging.

You won,
feel free to continue bragging.
I couldn’t keep up with all the shagging.

I’m lagging;
yet, you keep butt wagging,
winking,
licking your lips and flashing
fapping and bratting…

With you, I’m never lacking.

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This poem is from the book, Kink, Volume 3.

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sertraline

medication?
more like calcification

the myopic solution
replacing anxiety
with apathy

losing focus
focusing
on what i have lost

my thoughts
circle the drain
both hope and fear
falling in turn

i am lost

a rudderless raft
left to drift
upon a dead calm lake

fog obscures the bank
fog obscures desire

i am far too calm
to stay safe
life and death
seem equally desirable

i drift

cold rationality
the last remaining
life preserver

the small subtle voice
whispering
that this too shall pass
the sun will shine
the wind will blow
and i will have purpose once more

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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.

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a sentence without grammar

i feel like a sentence
without grammar

perfectly legible
yet nonetheless
fundamentally lacking
something
everyone else seems
to have

i feel like a poem
that lacks a rhyme

capable
of functioning
to a high degree
yet nevertheless
unappealing
to the masses

i feel like a story
that was left unfinished

interesting
but ultimately…

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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.

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Poetry Is Like Sex

Erotica, R-18+

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.

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set the darkness alight

when pain turns to might
the blind gain sight
but try as they might
they can’t handle the light
so accustomed to darkness
truth brings fright …

rodents delight in their self created blight
reluctantly fleeing the cat’s tyrannous bite
unable to fight they turn to flight
returned to the sewers
hiding till night
then forming packs of righteous right
they write of spite and unquenched appetite
they sight the slight and ways to incite
they observe the oversight and offer an invite
then wait
for their revolution
to set the darkness alight

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This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.

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Love Is

Love is a mortgage,
A debt promise of pain.
Paid with interest,
For those you outlive.

Love is making connections
Despite knowing they will be broken.
And it’s the letting go
Of the guilt for doing so.

Love is for the small sacrifices,
That contain the hidden joys.
And the memory that’s both
Blessing and curse.

Love is knowing when to push,
And when you must concede.
The realisation that you’re wrong,
And the leaving of transgressions unseen.

Love is the give and take,
The unspoken word.
The comforts freely given,
And those gratefully accepted.

Love is the discipline to say no,
Through begging, pleading and pain.
And the careful observation,
Of limits reached.

Love is tempered guidance,
A shot at eternity.
And the words of encouragement,
To try once more.

Love is a partnership,
A bonding of the muse.
A step into darkness,
Taken together in faith.

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This poem is from the book ‘Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence’.

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excessive thinking

i replaced
drinking
with excessive
thinking

the hangover
is worse
thoughts
form a curse

no longer
dumb
no longer
numb

swallow burn
shame
write ink
pain

bottles
emptied of sin
notepads
fill the bin

addicted
to stress
addicted
nonetheless

the bar
is locked
my writing
is blocked

my 12-step
process
is journaling
this nonsense

just these few
lines
stress and whiskey
rhymes 

should i have
another?
write on
my brother!

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This poem is from the book, ‘Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul’.

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