exploring what was taken
consenting to go there again
this time by choice
with one you trust above all others
empowered by surrender
to reclaim pleasure from within the pain

you are a work of art
worthy
of being bound
strung up
pinned against my wall
and displayed
every inch of you explored
a private gallery viewing
reserved for my hands alone

It’s hard to write erotica,
The words don’t always cum easily.
In order to rise to the occasion,
I have to pull off the impossible;
Sucking readers in by
Teasing out their arousal
And penetrating their minds.
With just my fingers, a page, and a pen,
I’m to erect a compelling story
That will take them on a ride they never forget.
The plot must be firm
And thrust ever forward
Towards its mind altering climax
All without making a tit of myself in the process and blowing it.
Sometimes I get a bit anal,
Choking on a bratty sentence here and there.
But most of the time it’s a pleasure.
I love pinning an idea down,
Confining it to the page,
Exploring its limits,
Whipping it into shape,
Dressing it up,
And then exposing it to the world.
I like to go deep,
I like to be thorough,
I like to really grind it out.
Thus my writing sessions are long,
But ultimately my readers are satisfied,
Often multiple times.

So tell me dear reader,
Was that enough pun-ishment for today?