𝕴 𝕮𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖞 𝕹𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚

KD Sims

You look me square in the teeth. Pupils slit, wet with
ambush. An arabesque lifts its leg to sit on my
smile. Tongues cross till I feel a kick in the crotch.

My eagerness is dickpic-like. Backlit. Horrifying.
There’s not a cool bone in my body. Left
on read. You stall your hands to punish up my, down my.

I cannot rearrange my face before it says—
I’ll live inside your mouth
The smell of it. Decaf and decay.

Are there any private thoughts or are we having them all
in front of each other. I pulse with compulsion
to be you with you in you on you in spite of you.

𝕻𝖊𝖙

KD Sims

Call me good girl
or baby or
daddy,
my love.

Call me cum slut
or woman or
bird,
my love.

Call me mister
or mhmm or
sweet cunt,
my love.

Call me big
or hard or
tight,
my love.

Call me wet
or fuck or
yes-yes,
my love.

Call me every
endearment
but to use my name
only ever in anger,

my love,
has been
an unutterable
sort of erasure—

obscenity within which
I might actually exist.

KD Sims is a lesbian poet and smut writer from Illinois. She believes queer sex is the only sex worth having. Her work is featured or forthcoming in Stone of Madness Press, Hooligan Magazine, Hot People Read Poetry, PITS MAG, and Cosmic Dog House Press, among others. She currently lives in the Hudson Valley.

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