The Kink
1.
I stepped inside
The room was wide and red, mysterious delicious in its lustful vibe
I was greeted by something very hard to describe;
a peculiar cast of characters I never knew I needed:
a siren
a vixen
some foxy dudes that were held in strangest poses
superior passion dealt in radiance, in hefty doses
dominion of sensualist naked pleasure
a treasure map of alternative erotic measure
they were my gamechangers
2.
I was nervous I felt I wasn’t kinky enough and they would dis me
I’ve had it rough, I was scared, didn’t want them to dismiss me
I wanted to have a fresh group of friends
likeminded people to share ideas through a certain lens
and good times without the bullshit or pretense
(the second I got there it all made perfect sense)
and to care about the same things that made me move
that will continue to make me move get into the groove
so that I could be sent to the netherworld
of creation word by word by word
I created a carnival a funfair
infiltrated into the darkest corners of the lair
in my head it was momentous and gorgeous
and if I tried I could not make myself fall less
and bit by bit I made it visible and solid
these people came to life simultaneous as I did
3.
everybody wants to be adored
mesmerized by moments
drink the magic potion enter into the voidless night
4.
(There!)
We drink champagne and dress up to the nines
(There!)
We let ourselves be draped in scents outside of time
(There!)
In leather, jewels, harnesses almost Byzantine
(There!)
we embrace our differences, we never needn’t hide
the fact that this is a different way of life
the fact that we want a different way of life
we know where we came from, now it’s a different way of life
a unity, a place to be, a solace, a different way of life
5.
The siren sat right next to me
The vixen said: “You sound great to me!”
The dudes came when I bid them to come on to me
so I stepped into the voidless night
I asked only to remain in sight
I stepped in, I would never hide
I stepped in I basked in diamonds, the stars of nighttime
I sipped peach nectar and let the juice drip all the way to here
between my lips between my thighs and let it heal
as I became the Poet of the Movement no one could steal
the feeling the memory of the velvet couch it’s so real
I stepped in I drank my glass empty
I organized word by word by word my dreams aplenty
I sipped peach nectar and let it drip in my feet
I saw the nectar pool and stepped right in it
bodies writhing beautiful bodies
nothing in me gave away I was the apprentice
6.
Enter, everyone is dying to see you
Enter, everyone is anxious to hear you
the marvelous, the scandalous, the hidden, delighted
the liberated, invigorated, the emancipated
the beautifully perverted? – yes:
7.
thoughts of my favorite kink
brought on by my favorite kink
anointed by my favorite kink
the ecstatic power of my favorite kink
the Rubicon of all the kinks
the apotheosis, the sweetest kink
and if you blink you might miss it, it’ll sink
back in subconscious so be aware and commit to pink ca-chink
this is how I became the embodiment of
my chosen kink on the brink of getting ready
for heaven, I mused: “But isn’t that for the good girls, no, I think,
my side is the mysterious ways of the muses in sync”
Give me this in exchange for serenity, give me the ink
the power, power of my favorite kink:
8.
the smell of cedar on my fingers
the bits of eraser on a waxed surface
the grand piles the papers always make
the blots on paper when the stupid pen breaks
the sound of pencil on paper
the way the back of my hand looks later:
the apotheosis of all the kinks
how inside my brain ideas start to link
together and I piece them the best I know how
and think this is the kinkiest yet, this is the wow
this is the flavor the savor the labor
the gods’ greatest favor, my lover, my neighbor
as I turn the pages in my hands
say the words try to make myself understand
punctuate here make this expression grand
inversion metaphor hyperbole let’s get this thing out of hand!
nothing else makes me so acutely alive
nothing else makes me matter so hard
nothing else comes so close to physical pleasure
without exactly being
physical pleasure
9.
Enter, the vixen said, these people will adore you
Enter, the siren said, here’s the crowd to respond to
Enter, we will make your bed smell of roses
and if not exactly roses, then, honey, the fragrance of sex
Verse, as I enter the room and in ceremony venture deep inside
movement as I see the verses gather and multiply
create force and momentum and the need to be said outloud and satisfied
moment is the key and the moment for me
was the perfect time
to fall into the collective arms of the kindred folk
of the red room and mine became the story the glory the yolk of the word
by word by word tale of the immersion and a sign
my honorees, my unmentionables, my Valentines
I was not done I had so much more to be done another 1000 k to run
and surrounded by encouragement and support
I came so hard so many times
protected by words enchanted by words and my siren’s hands and rapport
10.
bind yourself to me
immerse yourself into me
free your mind inside of me
I will let you come hold your face and see
how many hours until we will need
to move on how many nights we will get in the zone
put on your lace and leather and feathers
feel the ravishing of our longest forevers
join our relentless BODILY SEARCH for
our intoxicating SPIRITUAL passion for
the neverending SENSUAL hunger for
our everlasting devotion our INCLINATION for
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
This is the 200th piece on the blog. The year 2026 marks the 10-year anniversary of these writings on Mrs. Dalloway's Coffee Break blogsite. Thank you for reading and staying with me, and an extra thank you for keeping on coming back to me. I love you.
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