In honour of National Poetry Day, I thought I’d dig deep into my erotica archive, and share with you a poem that helped launch my a career in kink some 16 years ago…

Regrets

Regrets, I’ve had a few.

Most of them to do with you.

I should have shagged you on the floor.

In the kitchen; against a door.

I could have pressed you to a mirror,

And seen your sweat marks shine and shimmer.

Watched you spill your creamy come,

Across my tits, my face, my bum.

I was too refined to dare to ask,

If you would like an anal blast.

And how I wish I hadn’t been,

So refined, so frightfully clean.

Although it was smashing, sexy, great,

I so regret that it’s too late.

I don’t write poetry very often, and when I do, it tends towards the naughty. I can’t think why…

ABC

Abandoned Bra

Carelessly

Deviant

Electric Fuck.

Gorgeous Hussy

Irreverently

Jostles

Knickers.

Lustfully

Manoeuvring

Naughtily Over Penis.

Quiveringly Rampant

Salacious

Temptress

Undressing

Voyeuristically Watching

eXploding;

Yelling.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

(All poems copyright: Kay Jaybee)

 

On the whole however, I think I out to still to the day job, and write some stories.

Happy reading everyone,

Kay x