poeticdesires

the life and musings of a kinky slut

Archive for January, 2017

1.7.17 Disconnected —

~ a confession ~ You were once my best friend. I was jealous of you then, and I am jealous of you now, but not in the same way. Then I wanted your confidence, your presence. I wanted people to see me. Then I was your friend, not a person to be noticed. I was […]

1.6.17 Recounting —

~ erotica ~ One (the Meanie) liked pain, both giving and receiving. His favorite part was the sounds. Screams or moans, it didn’t matter. He wanted to hear reactions. He liked it when I begged for his cane, then shrieked from his blows. I liked the black and blue mementos of our evenings. Two (the […]

1.5.17 The After Glow —

~ a poem ~ My body misses you. Hips move, the shadow of your crotch against my ass, Arms hug my chest, pretending to be yours, Lips still warm from your last kiss, My body remembers. My body misses you. Writhing under the sheets, Nipples tickled, yearning for your touch, Coos ready to form, My […]

1.4.17 Morning Love —

~ a poem ~ You’re beautiful when you wake up. Sleep crusted corners of your eyes Rank breath Hand over your mouth, giggling “Ugh, don’t. Gross. Not yet.” “Don’t care.” You’re beautiful when you wake up. You’re beautiful when you wake up. Hair mushed Pink pillow lines on your face Stiff neck waiting for my […]

1.3.17 His Request —

~ a poem ~ Each day, when you have a moment alone, I want you to close your eyes, and touch yourself here, and think of me. You may be rough, or not. You may cum, or not. You choose. But remember, as your hand lingers, in pleasure or pain, the feel of my touch.

1.2.17 Better Than Those Fucking Sheep —

~ a poem ~ Lately, he’s been my waking dream just before I sleep. His hands squeeze my hips. His lips, light kisses at the base of my neck. His nose tickles me a little. I giggle, then nestle into him. One arm under my pillow, the other draped with mine. Our fingers interlock and […]

1.1.17 Goals —

New Year’s thoughts for improving myself and my life: 1- Write. Going for a blog a day again, but with the caveat that length is not a requirement. Expect frequent flash erotica and diatribes about my day. 2- Pay down my debt. Before I incur a massive amount of student loan debt from med school, […]