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Kay Cee Poem
The body: a scripture, self-written, self-published.
The camera: a mirror turned outward, the reflection pays the rent.
Onlyfans: an unapologetic cathedral of skin and sin where veil is sold off by the inch.
In the comments, worshippers pay to kneel.
Pilgrims find a momentary god; a god who answers back, who utters their name like it matters.
Not charity, but the oldest bargain: attention sold by the minute.
I create. You desire. We trade.
No pretence of purity.
Capitalism stripped naked.
Raw commerce.
Do the lonely, horny souls visit this cathedral to seek salvation?
What they find is leverage.
Onlyfans: a lever long enough to move the world.
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Kay Cee Poem
“We should do this more often!”
But we won’t.
Pals too busy to meet up.
Group chats gone quiet.
Friendships gone cold.
Six-pack faded away.
Wrinkles crawled their way onto my flesh.
Energy and enthusiasm waning.
Unexpected funerals of those who gave up.
Years gone by like smoke escaping through a cracked window.
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Down and deep, the air is thick,
A rich embrace, a warm retreat,
Raw the notes that softly call,
Enfolding senses, tempting all.
It lingers close, the taste unfolds,
Dark and tan, a story told,
Like tides that drift to sands that swish,
A scent alive, the choc starfish.
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Skin slick with sweat,
Firm thighs grind around my hips,
Your nails carve red moons into my back.
You whisper filth like prayer,
Voice breaks on every thrust,
I pin your wrists above your head.
Your body arched, greedy clam clenched,
I can't hold back any longer,
You milk me stroke by stroke.
Your tight wet heat pulses wild,
I feel you shatter first,
Your hot rush of salt and sin drenches me as we collapse.
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By the sea where the salt winds sing,
I cast off all cloth like old regrets,
Bare as the waves that kiss my skin,
No shame, no secrets, no silhouettes.
The sun pours gold across my skin,
A slow caress from sky to shore;
I stretch unashamed, soaking it in,
Bare body offered, wanting more.
Then barefoot, laughing, I race the tide,
Heart pounding wild like a rolling drum,
I silently dive where the blue waves hide,
Skin to salt, skin to sea, skin to sun.
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