I've written a lot of poetry, and a lot of it has erotic/bdsm themes, and I have very few people I can show these to. Therefore, I'm going to flood this post with all the poetry of those types I've written in the last 3 years. Enjoy.
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Heroic Pain
By the time I entered puberty, I had pretty much stopped thinking about sex.
My childhood fantasies had been full of it
At the age of nine I raped my best friend
I was put in a cage and sodomized by my worst child hood rivals.
I was sold as a slave to a rich man, and dominated him sexually
I was a hermaphrodite
I was a hero of pain and pleasure
But, by the time I entered puberty I had pretty much stopped thinking about sex
My mind turned off and my body turned on
I rode my hand for hours each day,
Every morning before school,
Every night before bed,
And under my mom’s desk in the office when no one was there
I rode my hand like a girl possessed
Like a girl on a horse she can’t stop
Like a girl addicted to pleasure
And I yearned for that heady feeling
Of sharp fluidity and peircing lethargy
So I attached clothespins to my breasts
I twisted and wrenched and burned them to see them red and angry
I could never make them quite angry enough
I experienced the shock of adrenaline
As it flowed from the tips of my nipples too the well of my cunt
I became a hero of pain as pleasure
My body craved sensation
Was I punishing myself for the sins of my mind?
Was I giving myself what I really wanted?
I had no time for fantasy pain as I stuffed ice cubes up my cunt
Pressed them into soft hole of I disagree
Ached for something more
But the pain was never pure enough
Nothing ever hurt enough to stop my mind
Nothing stopped its unceacing mantra
I knew there was only one way out but I was too scared
I wanted to die
But I was a hero at surviving pain
By the age 15, I had found a new way to torture my breasts
I wrapped them tightly in ace bandages
I liked the way they disappeared under my clothes
My ribs ache daily, hourly now
My nipples are often red from chaffing
But I can’t stop. I won’t.
I no longer hurt myself in the name of sex
And I no longer hurt myself for numbness
Only now in the name of gender
But then, I am a hero of pain as salvation
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I wonder what would happen if everyone was like this
Like me, so confounded over what was obvious
No boy ever assumed that it was girls he liked to kiss
No girl presumed herself suited for matrimonial bliss
What if the knowledge I’d fought for was taught in the schools
How to find the falsehoods behind societal cues
Where to go for help when filled with gender blues
How to love the spectrum of experience’s many hues
What if all teenagers across our patchwork nation
Got a more useful sort of sex education
Which taught love, not fear, and not condemnation
And allowed the expression of a varied orientation
I know in my heart that there is nothing wrong
With fitting the mold and going along
And doing what is needed in order to belong
To the masses of average and the general throng
But the world as it is can be painful place
When you feel alone among the whole human race
With different drives and different dress and differences in taste
That to many are the heralds of the worst sort of disgrace
I think I am more thoughtful for what I’ve had to learn
These lessons I wasn’t taught, instead I had to earn
From my own experiences I have begun to discern
That life doesn’t always fit the expected pattern
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When Gods Come
She was a god, and she deigned to let me near.
She deigned to let me suck her neck.
Deigned to let me slide down her body,
To let me chew the bulge I found,
To let me nuzzle my nose into her crotch.
She deigned to let my unzip her jeans,
Deigned to lift me up,
Deigned to carry me a few feet
And press me against a nearby wall.
Her dildo deigned to slip between my legs,
Easy as pie,
And she deigned to fuck me.
Then she left. (deigned to)
I awoke filled
With goodwill to man.
This day I was blessed by a god.
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Master, I Am Not Yours
I was happy to be your puppy dog
I loved lying in your lap all day long
I loved being pushed into a wall
Being kissed until I thought I would fall
And then you dropped me
You broke up with me
You cut my leash and set me free
And now you want me back
You want me in the sack
You want me back in the sack
You really have no tact
I was content to be your personal slave
I liked it when you made me behave
I wanted your leash on me all the time
To be a table for your vodka and lime
What did you do that for?
And why are you at my door again?
Do you want more?
I won't begin just for it to end again.
I loved it when I was at your command
I loved the stroke of your strong hand
When ever I saw you my heartbeat skipped
Man, was I ever truly whipped.
But then you dropped me
You broke up with me
You cut my leash and set me free
And now you want me back
You want me in the sack
You want me back in the sack
You really have no tact
Now that I have freedom I love it
Your pathetic regrets, I nothing of it
Look for a new dog with which to play
This bitch will no longer obey
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Esurient
Esurient is
Now I understand it
My cunt
