Erotic Poetry at Kinky Tuesday's

March 24, 2016

Last night I performed an erotic poetry reading at Kinky Tuesday's at Numbers.  For those who could not attend, I thought I would share them here.  I feel that all three poems speak in one way or another to creating a sex-positive world.  In the first two poems, there is a freedom of sexual expression between consenting adults.  The third poem was my search long ago for a boy toy sex slave.

 

Each poem is  a different form of erotica.  Enjoy and I hope reading them gives you tingling sensations and stirs your erotic imagination.

 

The first poem came from an actual experience I had when I was in my twenties.  The experience gave me insights into sexual energy and how stimulation can awaken one's spirit through sexual expression.

 

Linen

 

Drink more giggle water

Her smile gleamed

A mischievous whimper

She made ready her playful diversion

As I sparked the tender in the hearth

 

I stood warming by the fire

A blindfold slipped across my face

Shoes and socks her fingers loosed

Shirt and pants whispered to the floor

She led me to the place prepared

Soft linens lined the nest

I sat alone

 

A feather danced upon my elbow

A pinecone rolled inside my thigh

A silken scarf drew swirling goose bumps

From nipple to toe

Chilled champagne pooled in my belly button

 

A diving tongue lapped me warm

A necklace clinked and tangled my pubic hair

A kiss and I gulped more wine

A laugh rolled metal balls down my spine

Warm custard puddle my bottom cheeks

Icy sludgy wine melted my cock

A slurping kiss

She sat in my lap

 

The blindfold pulled away

 

The next poem is about my identity as a bisexual and a Hermaphrodite.  I wrote this poem when I was actively involved in several threesomes back when I was in my twenties.  

 

Song Of The Moon Boy

 

The campfire within the forest

Flames away the hazy darkness

Night magick envelops

 

A boy stands erect

A woman steps from the trees

The wind brings cool movement

 

I yearn to see moon light

Soaring to the silvery moon lining

I call the primal song

Awaken moon boy

 

Lady of silver magick

Dancing with moon light

Through the mists

To me near the flame

 

The secret entrance opens

Bodies shimmer, the clouds depart

Revealing

 

Fire licks and swirls

I open myself

The rhythm begins

 

A kiss

The moon shines her blessing

My silvery shaft of light

Merges with semi-darkness

We thrust the silver shafts

Entwined

Bath us warm fluid

Of silver moon light

 

We see beyond the whispering stars

When I reach

You both are here within

 

Discover

 

 

The third poem I wrote when I was searching for a submissive boy.  This copy is an edited version of the poem I read last night.  I added some new sections to give it the power it deserves.  It is about longing and desire.  It hints of the biphobia I encountered in my search.  This poem I choose to inspire people to open the door to the freedom of sexual expression and to become more sexually alive.

 

A Longing Desire for a Kindred Spirit

 

I am a sacred slut, a prostitute priestess, a sacred harlot

A ladyboy, a Shaman (sheman) – walking in the shadows

Neither female nor male, a sex magi

Searching

 

Where is he, my boy toy sex slave

The one who will worship

And be worshipped

In all the ways that others will not understand

Perhaps cannot understand

The ways that many fear

 

The training I would impart

Commanding my apprentice to strip naked in his primal state

As I examine his erect body as he stands in the training posture

Hands clasped behind his neck

His nipples thrust out upward

His penis gorged with desires

A full evaluation of his limits

 

I desire to connect at the deeper levels

To examine and touch our innocence

To play and frolic naked together

Erect and dangling in the land of Fea

To reach within his kindred spirit

To have my spirit touched

 

Few would understand my play shop and toys

Nor the mystical sexual training

The pleasure and the intense sensations

That I would inflict simultaneously

To bring my apprentice to the headspace of ecstasy

Where magick flows with our connection and explorations

 

Where is the one I will punish to the point of tears

Commanding him to cry his tears on my erect cock

While seeing my blurred cock through tear filled eyes

Seeing the male mysteries revealed

The gentle warm droplets

Gorge my desire to comfort while inflicting even more purifying pain

Bonding us with a genital-heart connection

 

To worship and be worshipped as once occurred in the ancient days

As sexual beings with the luminous spirit within sparking brightly

To celebrate our bodies, the living temple

To breath together a single breath

 

And then his training would commence

Discovering how many sensations he can endure at my firm hand

And his response to my punishments

Knowing that I love and trust him with each torture upon his body

Taking what I have to give

Giving what I have to take

Knowing the healing and magick of intense sensations

The connection between pain and ecstasy

 

Where is he who will kneel

At the temple of my root charka

Confessing his forbidden sexual fantasies to my womb

Whispering tales of sexual adventures yet to be experienced

In worship of Ladyboy Gigi's phallus and vulva

 

To obey is my sex slave’s desire

My desire, to please and torture and share carnal knowledge

To bring him close, but denying climax

Torturing with escalating unreleased mounting passion 

Enticing the magick of forbidden pleasure

 

The paradox

Through bondage, there is freedom

Through punishment, there is reward

Through withholding climax, there is ecstasy

Through slavery, there is mastery

Through discipline, there is chaos

 

To bring sex magick to a new level

Discovering, playing, connecting,

Fucking, becoming, awakening

 

In the land of Fea where the shadows lie

Day brings dark shadows

Night brings soft moonlight and starlight

Learning our dark side

And our light within

 

The mystical depths

Gender mysteries revealed

Desires ultimately fulfilled

An intense sparkling orgasm vibrating every cell of the naked flesh

With gushing silvery warm fluid

 

And yet many boys walk away with the hunger between their legs

Our secret desires not shared

Our unspoken sexual fantasies lay buried in our dreams

Our unrealized carnal needs

Our fears kept safely hidden away

Not living, not experiencing the gift of our bodies

Biphobia runs deep

 

So I seek my kindred spirit

My boy toy sex slave

To give him punishment to explore

Those unspoken secret desires

To empower by naming the longing within the groin and soul

To experience the primal sexual awakening

To actualize the freedom of sexual expression

 

To bond and meld our spirits in trust and love

Devotion

Frenzied sexual encounters

Worship

Primal anal desires

Spiritual sacred sex combined with sex magick

To dream a sex-positive world into existence

Here and

Now

 

Complete

 

 

 

 

 

 

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