Since I Met Him…
I’ve smoked cannabis,
Cheated at poker,
Lied to my husband,
Danced naked under the stars.
I’ve slapped him,
Kissed him,
Told him a dirty secret,
Blamed a fart on him.
I’ve been ticked off by the police,
Seen a hole in the sky,
Convinced some people I was psychic,
Lost £10,000.
I’ve stood up to a bully,
Been a bully.
Been kicked out of a library.
Broken into a cemetery.
Since I met him I’ve
Lost my religion,
Found my faith,
Fallen in love.
It’s been quite an afternoon.
A.
You give my soul a hard-on
you give my soul a hard-on,
you make my heart erect,
my being throb and pulsate,
my very core erupt.
you make my psyche tingle,
you make my mind inflate,
my life force squirt and dribble,
my spirit ejaculate.
All Sticky
when i taste your flesh,
i want it all sticky.
when i kiss your breasts,
i want them all sweaty.
when you fuck my face,
i want you to stink.
when i lick your arse,
i want you to reek.
when i kiss your tits,
i want to taste your cunt,
and when i lick your lips,
i want to taste my cum.
The power of thought
I think of you often.
I think of you,
Long and hard.
Thoughts rise up,
Ideas bubble,
My imagination tingles
With electric visions.
My mind throbs
And then erupts,
Thoughts fly
And flow,
Dribbling down
And over my soul,
Thoughts so
Hot and sticky
I can taste them.
Nothing sexier
there is nothing
sexier for me,
than a woman
writing dirty poetry.
Everyfuckingwhere
i wanna lick you
everyfuckingwhere.
lick your shoulders
and your neck,
lick your feet,
and lick your hair.
lick your belly
and your toes,
lick your asshole,
lick your nose.
lick your chin
and lick your back,
lick your nostrils,
lick your crack.
lick your ears
and your eyes,
lick your pussy,
lick your thighs.
lick your knees
and your armpits,
lick your elbows,
lick your tits.
Oh God
oh god!
how i love your eyes,
and your tits,
and your thighs.
oh god!
how i love your toes,
and your butt,
and your nose,
and god!
how i love your armpits
as much
as i love your tits.
oh god!
how i love your ass,
like a cow
loves the grass.
but god!
how i love your tits,
but i
already said this.
Reward and punishment
i long for your rewards,
i fear your punishment.
your control is total
and obedience guaranteed.
but what will you ask?
how much of me
will you demand?
will you push me to my limits?
will you test your own?
i do not know.
how dark is your imagination?
or how far you will go?
i just know,
i want you to take me there.
I read your words
i read your words,
i return to them.
i read your words
again and again.
they thrill me.
they scare me.
they excite me.
they arouse me.
your power, remote.
your control, total.
your word, final.
my cock, yours.
deny me pleasure,
cause me pain.
my gift,
your choice.
if you say
come 15
times a day,
i will.
if you say
don’t come
for 15 years,
i won’t.
i read your words,
i return to them.
i read your words
again and again.
Tomorrow
tie me up
and use me,
abuse me, please.
find my edge
and then find yours.
take us both beyond
what we know,
beyond what
we ever should.
make we wait,
make me beg,
make me cry
but most
make yourself wet
with my pain.
ask me
what things
disgust me the most
and make
me do them
for you.
do all these things,
do more,
if you will.
do more than
you thought you could,
but do it
knowing
just one thing;
tomorrow
i will do it to you.
The kisses of your whip
the kisses of your whip
are as sweet
as those from your lips.
the burning of my flesh
feels as good
as the vision of your breasts.
Drowning
Okay,
So I can’t
Stop looking
At your tits,
And yeah,
Thinking about
Your butt
And what I would do
Drives me wild
With desire.
But really,
Its by your mind
I want to be fucked.
The beautiful mix
Of sadism
And sweetness
And humor,
The power,
The fun.
I want
To be slave
To your
Imagination
And die
Drowning
In my own cum.
An old favourite
Word whore
i want to write
something dirty to you
make you come with my words
i really do
line by line
and letter by letter
every pulsating word
making you wetter
each dripping syllable
thrilling you more
touch yourself with my words
be my filthy word whore
Your breasts
To see your breasts, I would steal,
To touch them, I would kill,
To oil them, I would take on armies,
To taste them, I would die,
And, to come on them, in Hell, I would happily fry.
I want to fuck you into a coma
i want to write poetry for you
i want to come in my own mouth and for you to watch
i want to cook for you
i want massage your feet
i want to hold your hand
and make you tea
i want to feel my cock between your breasts and
i want to make you laugh and bring you breakfast in bed
i want to hear you giggle
i want to kiss the back of your neck, every time i see it
i want to tell you every time i get a hard on
i want to take a big magic marker and write filthy words all over your body and then
i want to take ‘tasteful’ black and white photographs of you and masturbate over them
i want you to strap on a vibrating dildo and fuck me in the ass with it
i want to ram my cock down your throat until you gag
i want to make the slowest love ever to you that anyone has ever made
and yes
most of all
i want to make you come
come so fucking hard that you can’t help but bite me
come so hard you forget your own name
i want to fuck you into a coma
Love is
Love is like a butterfly,
A winged, furry insect
of the order Lepidoptera.
Oh, no, that’s a moth.
A moth is like a butterfly
TV
share a winter’s day with me
shiver and chatter
watch frost and hail
share blankets and kisses
and fuel bills
have sex in front of the tv
Six score hours
In six score hours
we will finally kiss
for the very,
very first time.
Our mouths,
and flesh
will eventually meet,
although our hearts
entwined long since,
with magical words
that flew through space;
love at the speed
of light.
My soul gets erect
every time
that i think
we will kiss,
in six score hours
You called my name
you called my name
in the pouring rain
and as i came,
you called my name.
i called you hon
as i made you come
with my flickering tongue,
i called you hon.
you called me mew
as you made my cock spew
all over you,
you called me mew.
i called you rose
in the orgasmic throws
of me squirting like a hose,
i called you rose.
Complaining
the food was awful,
i told her,
the service sucked,
i said,
the restroom was
a total disgrace,
and the parking was
fucked up.
i waited ages
for my meal,
the beer was warm,
the fish was cold,
and what she said
when i complained…
she said “sorry but
i don’t work here.”
More
i love you more
than coffee
and ice cream
i love you more
than my shoes
i love you more
than my phone
and my car
i love you more
than the blues
i love you more
than my dog
and red wine
i love you more
than xmas
i love you more
than whiskey
and beer
i love you more
than my x-box
i love you more
than lilacs
and sunsets
i love you more
than the fall
i love you more
than football
and boxing
i love you more
than it all
kyle mew 