Submissions by KristinaX
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If I seem crazy sometimes, reached my limit of pretending to be normal. Sometimes I don't have a filter so that is my disclaimer if I say something strange or too much. But if we can't have a little fun what's the point? I am not a poet but I try anyway.
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2023 8:00pm
28th Nov 2023 8:00pm
Erotic Poems; I can be your bad girl ;)
What could be more incredible
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
Than physical indulgence -
To feel the world deeply inside
A bite mark, a nail track,
passionate kisses, stroking,
A trace of mad passion.
This passion boils in me,
Igniting the fluids inside,
And pierces me with fire,
Like a tingling on the skin.
Ah, what could be more...
beautiful than rapture?
And your hand reaches below.
Taking control with words.
You push inside of me.
Our collective orgasm building...
Until the bursting point.
Where you fill...
#lust
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#orgasm
781 reads
38 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2023 00:30am
13th Nov 2023 00:30am
Take it all off... for me.
There is a catwalk in the club.
There is a pole.
And they come here at night
To see the waves of sex,
To enjoy the naked flesh.
A stripper at a pole
Curls, caresses a snake.
As if he were a pole - a male,
Naked in front of him, a female
Dragging him away
From people's vicious glances,
Wriggling to the rhythm,
With her body saying: "I need it!
I want you! Want to!
Well, take me quickly...
Licking the pole with my tongue,
Hips took the rhythm faster...
The eyes of the men...
There is a pole.
And they come here at night
To see the waves of sex,
To enjoy the naked flesh.
A stripper at a pole
Curls, caresses a snake.
As if he were a pole - a male,
Naked in front of him, a female
Dragging him away
From people's vicious glances,
Wriggling to the rhythm,
With her body saying: "I need it!
I want you! Want to!
Well, take me quickly...
Licking the pole with my tongue,
Hips took the rhythm faster...
The eyes of the men...
#lust
#power
#dirty
#sensual
#passion
705 reads
44 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2023 6:00pm
3rd Nov 2023 6:00pm
Ice Scraper....
The little things of life,
are the Mosaic of Eternity.
Crookedly laid, obliquely marked.
Random puzzles are roughly fitted.
Eternal truths look like dogmas.
It will endure and sweeten, or else.
There is a time for every moment.
Everything that is not given will become desires.
Puzzles will be put together with gravestones.
The little things of life hold the pieces together.
Someone with a rose, someone with a club.
Crookedness is straightened, truth is crooked,
and in Eternity they will draw closer -
to each other by signs of...
are the Mosaic of Eternity.
Crookedly laid, obliquely marked.
Random puzzles are roughly fitted.
Eternal truths look like dogmas.
It will endure and sweeten, or else.
There is a time for every moment.
Everything that is not given will become desires.
Puzzles will be put together with gravestones.
The little things of life hold the pieces together.
Someone with a rose, someone with a club.
Crookedness is straightened, truth is crooked,
and in Eternity they will draw closer -
to each other by signs of...
#relationships
#conflict
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
671 reads
36 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2023 11:45pm
10th Oct 2023 11:45pm
Forbidden...
Put me in front of a fact today!
Come like thunder, like lightning, without asking.
Don't be like everyone else, but be my intermission!
Both before and after, without asking a question.
Don't ask me what I like about pleasures,
And do EVERYTHING, not saying a word, not saying.
And this is certainly the key to success,
Spontaneity generates a storm of lava.
You don't need these "Can I?" or "Do you want?"!
With me, go ahead be direct and specific.
Without parentheses, commas and ellipses,
I love everything...
Come like thunder, like lightning, without asking.
Don't be like everyone else, but be my intermission!
Both before and after, without asking a question.
Don't ask me what I like about pleasures,
And do EVERYTHING, not saying a word, not saying.
And this is certainly the key to success,
Spontaneity generates a storm of lava.
You don't need these "Can I?" or "Do you want?"!
With me, go ahead be direct and specific.
Without parentheses, commas and ellipses,
I love everything...
#lust
#sex
#WritingPoetry #orgasm
#WritingPoetry #orgasm
687 reads
47 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2023 00:30am
27th Sep 2023 00:30am
Craving a painful eternity...
The molten sun will spill into the horizon,
And spread with cloying-honey wax.
After a long separation,
I will come again to His cold captivity,
to put on the loops of fetters.
In the eyes of the dialogue, running into infinity,
In the silence there is only a cry of desires and dreams.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time,
this painful eternity, Lost in each other,
as if in a prison.
And time was lost, falling off the cliff,
Only the pulse of a clear knock of the clock crushes.
We will get a chapter from the...
And spread with cloying-honey wax.
After a long separation,
I will come again to His cold captivity,
to put on the loops of fetters.
In the eyes of the dialogue, running into infinity,
In the silence there is only a cry of desires and dreams.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time,
this painful eternity, Lost in each other,
as if in a prison.
And time was lost, falling off the cliff,
Only the pulse of a clear knock of the clock crushes.
We will get a chapter from the...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#vampires
#suffering
694 reads
35 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2023 9:00pm
22nd Aug 2023 9:00pm
Touch me...
Touch me....
To reach through the skin, body, soul, to my heart.....
To a small point in the middle of the hollow abyss,
To the darkness in the middle of my BEING......
Weave me a shawl made of a web of dreams
And the sun dust of it scattered stuck there like glitter.
Press your cheek against the glare on the crest of the wave
that swept up to the fading horizon.
Give me plenty of wetness from your palms.
Scoop me a handful of stars from your erection.
Burn me with the ashes of forgotten roads. ...
To reach through the skin, body, soul, to my heart.....
To a small point in the middle of the hollow abyss,
To the darkness in the middle of my BEING......
Weave me a shawl made of a web of dreams
And the sun dust of it scattered stuck there like glitter.
Press your cheek against the glare on the crest of the wave
that swept up to the fading horizon.
Give me plenty of wetness from your palms.
Scoop me a handful of stars from your erection.
Burn me with the ashes of forgotten roads. ...
#lust
#universe
#lover
#passion
#orgasm
1028 reads
46 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2023 9:00pm
15th Aug 2023 9:00pm
Strip searched... again.
I want to hear your demands
Your slightly censored phrases.
They turn me on like that,
And there is sweet ecstasy in them.
Tell me everything that you want!
And I will make my wishes come true.
Making you happy is my one desire,
I'll drag you into me.
And all the words and wishes
You read me my rights so harshly.
They sound like a punishment,
one that I need so badly.
Your tongue so sharp, brazenly,
it killed me with a kiss.
You know how bad I am always,
And so you arrested me.
Handcuffed...
Your slightly censored phrases.
They turn me on like that,
And there is sweet ecstasy in them.
Tell me everything that you want!
And I will make my wishes come true.
Making you happy is my one desire,
I'll drag you into me.
And all the words and wishes
You read me my rights so harshly.
They sound like a punishment,
one that I need so badly.
Your tongue so sharp, brazenly,
it killed me with a kiss.
You know how bad I am always,
And so you arrested me.
Handcuffed...
#lust
#sex
#passion
695 reads
32 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
702 reads
47 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2023 9:00pm
26th Jul 2023 9:00pm
Marquis de Sade
Kneeling in the shackles and chains
Seductively begging the master "kill!"
Blood-splattered, unwashed floor
A loaded barrel put to the heart
Clothes made of skin, eyes made of glass
Soul made of ice - because I died
But still You won't let me die
And again the bloodthirsty whip whistles
And again the sunset pours blood
so we gathered for a masquerade
Every look, wounds with a dagger blade
And poison flows down painted lips
Welcome to my hell, my punishment
Here everyone will be glad for pain ...
Seductively begging the master "kill!"
Blood-splattered, unwashed floor
A loaded barrel put to the heart
Clothes made of skin, eyes made of glass
Soul made of ice - because I died
But still You won't let me die
And again the bloodthirsty whip whistles
And again the sunset pours blood
so we gathered for a masquerade
Every look, wounds with a dagger blade
And poison flows down painted lips
Welcome to my hell, my punishment
Here everyone will be glad for pain ...
#lust
#BDSM
#suffering
#passion
#SelfWorth
693 reads
45 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2023 00:30am
22nd Jun 2023 00:30am
The intrigue of a secret intimate plot
Silhouettes of cute revelations.
Sexual lines languid light.
The charm of curves. Penumbra.
Nu - visions unpretentious plot.
The images of fantasies excite,
the thought, frozen in the melody of shadows,
for the sake of romantic pleasure,
enchantedly clings to her eyes.
The intimacy of feeling and ecstasy
reflects the gentle image of the silhouette.
An infinity of themes of the imagination
craves rhymes for the poet's sonnets.
The prototypes of desires and fiery dreams
draws a bright look, looking at the...
Sexual lines languid light.
The charm of curves. Penumbra.
Nu - visions unpretentious plot.
The images of fantasies excite,
the thought, frozen in the melody of shadows,
for the sake of romantic pleasure,
enchantedly clings to her eyes.
The intimacy of feeling and ecstasy
reflects the gentle image of the silhouette.
An infinity of themes of the imagination
craves rhymes for the poet's sonnets.
The prototypes of desires and fiery dreams
draws a bright look, looking at the...
#lust
#women
#art #passion
#art #passion
686 reads
36 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st May 2023 9:00pm
31st May 2023 9:00pm
... while under the influence
you pulled me over (to you)
asked me for my name
told me I was being detained
didn’t tell me why
but said you could do it anyway
told me to follow you with my eyes
and to walk the line
I did everything you said
After all of your tests…
You told me to blow hard
Not to stop until you said…
But you never said stop!
asked me for my name
told me I was being detained
didn’t tell me why
but said you could do it anyway
told me to follow you with my eyes
and to walk the line
I did everything you said
After all of your tests…
You told me to blow hard
Not to stop until you said…
But you never said stop!
#relationships
#alcohol
#marijuana
#funny
#dirty
806 reads
42 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2023 9:00pm
23rd May 2023 9:00pm
Ultraviolet Dreams (Sunburn)
Ultraviolet dreams...
Some want to embrace me
Others want to damage me
Not really sure which is which
Grew up way too fast
Vulnerable, naïve at times
But I am not sunscreen
You can’t smother me one day
Try to save me the next
I see through you
Do you see me too
Just take it slow
And let me know the real you
Same with me
We’ve only just met
A lifetime to burn
Stop your pre-conceived notions
Written on my pale skin
No lotions
No homilies
Just be you
That’s all I want
I’ll handle the...
Some want to embrace me
Others want to damage me
Not really sure which is which
Grew up way too fast
Vulnerable, naïve at times
But I am not sunscreen
You can’t smother me one day
Try to save me the next
I see through you
Do you see me too
Just take it slow
And let me know the real you
Same with me
We’ve only just met
A lifetime to burn
Stop your pre-conceived notions
Written on my pale skin
No lotions
No homilies
Just be you
That’s all I want
I’ll handle the...
#relationships
#identity
#dreams
#SelfDiscovery
#PersonalGrowth
706 reads
55 Comments
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