Pull the air…

ease, draw air from my lungs 

with the tantalisingly whispers 

of promises if kisses on skin so

very…porcelain. Oh please, awaken 

long sleeping senses, subtle moans

and screams of pleasure, caress 

then as though they were long lost

treasures. Oh please, please, bring 

Mr down upon my knees with 

precious fingers, let them tease. 

Please, draw the ait from my lungs

become my very own sun, rays dancing

having fun….please pull the air from out my lungs. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

Denim jeans and vintage lace.

Bottle caps and a cider chase
Denim jeans and vintage lace.
Fallen darkness the nightly chase,
as the devil tries to keep the pace.
Vodka tipples and loaded shots,
Warm evenings and summer frocks,
Chains that bind, chains that lock,
Pleading eyes a front your…
Cider chasers, bottle caps, vodka tipple and semen shot,
summer days and binds that lock,
Naked skin beneath the frock,
waiting, playing, needing your…

Karen Hayward ©2016

Inner voices.

This is a collaboration piece between myself and Zigzagstripes  . Zigzagstripes  is a great erotic poet, he explores topics with a level of bravery that I love. He is a refreshingly fearless erotic writer and I like it 🙂 you should go check him out :).

Do you sense me, as I sense you tingling on my skin?

Do you hear my beating heart
or my blood that rushes through my veins?
Do you hear the cackling of the sparks?
Do you smell my heightened scent?


I can feel the electricity,
I can taste the need.
I wonder what would quench you
what wanton erotic deed.


Do you feel me as I tingle?
Can you taste me on your tongue?
Come into my mind and
we’ll have a little fun.


I want more than in your mind
I want your body so I can bind
I want to release that pent up charge
I want to unplug you fucking hard

But… Are you sure…?
For this tingles a strong old charge,
It’s more than just a spark and I’m such a bad girl
I’ll likely slip my binds,
and baby, 
you need to know, I will devour your mind.


It’s there for a predator
For a predator to feast
But once ingested
You’ll have no peace
You’ll have perversions
Thoughts never seen
Running your mind
Turning it obscene.
You’ll be incapacitated
Struck down sick
Stroking all day
Imagining dick
So feast away
Eat all you can
But once your infected
I’ll have control of your hands


Life, with a gun about her head,
did say,..
You want him here inside your bed?
To feel the devils touch of sin
lingering on your precious skin?’.

And I replied…

let him come a crawling i say
As the devil lifts the sheets away
May he be that mortal sin
May he be the one to touch my skin
To enter my soul and feed within 
and when he asks…
Will you come down with me
To hell in blessed agony”

I’ll simply say…Take my hand and lead the way…’

©2016 Zigzagstripes and Karen Hayward.