This isn’t the filthy story of pirate sex, and even though it’s tagged as filthy poetry I’m not sure its very sexy. I wanted to write some delightfully hot words, but there were others I wanted to say first. These words are I’m sorry and you’re brilliant and I’d like to kiss you, and never one to be concise, I wrote a poem to say them.
I truly think you are brilliant
Thus, I’m not quite sure how
When I tried to tell you this
My words all fell apart.
They were clumsy, awkward, hurtful
I can only apologise
And wish that I could really show you
The you seen through my eyes.
I know it’s not the first time
I’ve screwed up; made you feel worse
I hate myself because I like you
And wanted to do the reverse.
You’re funny, clever, a great friend
Surely you know that’s true?
Brilliant writer, kind, gorgeous as fuck,
And I’d really like to kiss you.
I hope you’ll let us move on,
Maybe even forgive me,
And let me – just maybe – have the chance
To hurt you consensually.
I’d kiss you until you’re breathless,
And leave you wanting more
Maybe kiss down from your lips,
Beyond the necklace dinosaur.
I want to play with your nipples
Pinching, twisting; maybe biting
Your soft boobs and pretty nipples
Is so fucking inviting.
You always say that subs know
What subs need, and I do
Think I could say all the right
Dirty, filthy words to you.
Don’t roll your eyes at me,
I’d really mean them too,
Don’t doubt, little girl, that I could
Do deliciously mean things to you.
Orgasm denial, forced orgasms,
Spankings over my knee,
I’d love to think you’d like to be
Such a good girl for me.
You’d fuck yourself with dildos
Just because I asked you to
And you’d beg for my sparkly cock
Desperate for me to fuck you.
There’s other things we’d play with too
That I won’t list here,
I’ll spare your blushes and embarrassment,
Just whisper them in your ear.
If I wanted to hurt you this week,
It was with a red arse and spanks for your birthday,
Not upset you with my words
Princess-girl, I’m truly sorry.
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Quinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex blogger. He’s a sex nerd with vaginismus who writes about his adventures in learning to fuck without fucking up. Quinn can usually be found wearing stomp-on-the-patriarchy boots while falling in love every time he fucks. For his less explicit content on trans inclusivity, check out whatsinyourpants.co.