art, beauty, desire, dominance, emotion, erotic poetry, erotic writing, erotica, experience, hunger, love, lust, man, masculinity, nature, passion, pleasure, poetry, purpose, seduction, sensuality, sex, sexuality, spoken word, storm, strength, surrender, taste, touch, Uncategorized, weather, wildness, women, writing

A Storm That Frightens The Animal

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The unspoken heat 

Between us seethes

Peering between the bars

Of it’s cage

Yet so often, it’s lust

Is mistaken for anger

But here, we pass one another

The means to set it free.

Wrestling against one another

Mouths blooming where they meet

Hands finding something worthy

To touch, the fragile strength

That grows and swells

Like a stormcloud

Soak me with your rain

Deafen me with your thunder

Burn me with your lightning

This beast,

It has your eyes

And my voice

Come here

Set

It

Free

 

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beauty, creative writing, desire, dominance, emotion, erotic poetry, erotic writing, erotica, experience, hunger, love, lust, masculinity, passion, pleasure, poetry, purpose, seduction, sensuality, sex, sexuality, spoken word, strength, taste, touch, Uncategorized, wildness, women, writing

A Violent Imagination (spoken word)

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I sit, at a desk

Walk through a park

Smiling to passersby

In my head though,

Oh god, in my head

You’re beautifully dishevelled

Glowing with sweat,

Raised up, put on a pedestal,

Glistening with filth

You taste so delightful in my head today

Darling, I respect you

Which is why I’m man enough

To give you what you need.

And as the hours pass

You never cease to amaze me

Made divine by my imagination

But the promise of you

Hasn’t disappointed me yet

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A Loving Monster

I am interdependent

Between hunger and appreciation

The urge to drive you out

To the desert and tear your clothes

From you, a scalding, bruising pleasure

And the intention

To whisper poetry to you

By candlelight, sipping from crystal glasses

And judgemental maitre d’s simper

At my presence.

My power is a warm, terrible event

Harnessed and honed down to a single

Point of contact

I would be the beast in your fairytale

An edge of danger to the innocuous

Not a breathing fungus on the couch

Or a whimpering boy

But adventure and delight

That leaves marks on your skin

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erotic poetry, erotica, masculinity, poetry, sex, women

A Storm That Frightens The Animal

The unspoken heat 

Between us seethes

Peering between the bars

Of it’s cage

Yet so often, it’s lust

Is mistaken for anger

But here, we pass one another

The means to set it free.

Wrestling against one another

Mouths blooming where they meet

Hands finding something worthy

To touch, the fragile strength

That grows and swells

Like a stormcloud

Soak me with your rain

Deafen me with your thunder

Burn me with your lightning

This beast,

It has your eyes

And my voice

Come here

Set

It

Free

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