I don’t post erotic poetry
As i should
Cos I love writin them…
I love sharin my naughty fantasies….
Even though I’ve never experienced them…
just certain things….
When I write a metaphor, a line
A stanza about how I want a man
To touch me
To caress my spine….
It gives me the tingles…
I ache for his touchy-feely hands
All over my body…
Is it that bad that I want him to feel me up?
Am I too easy to yearn for his affection?
There’s nothin with writin about the attention
He’s givin me,
The flirtation he received…

It’s a sexy poem
The ones that many readers could imagine
You know…
They feel fire when they find their favorite part
Sense of warmth..

Wet and hard
In their pants
Now the readers wanna fuck a poet
Strip their pages away drop their pens
And go at it
Or they wanna fuck their lovers
Snatched their clothes off and went to town….

All my erotic words are
Only horny
Cos I’m horny….
I don’t play with myself,
Only in my intimate wordplays

I don’t post erotic poetry
As much as I should…
I want to
Cos I enjoy this kind of stuff
This kind of vibe

I do create porn
Out of the verses…
So

Readers can have their
Own dirty imagination…

♥️🥰🌸🧸🍭💯©️ Kai C. 4-10-24