If you’ve stumbled upon this blog because Google has brought you here by searching for Kinky poems or Daddy Dom poems, please feel free to peruse my inner workings and some of my poetry below.
I will progressively be migrating the contents of this site to my adults-only site, but in the meantime, you can also follow me on Twitter.
Welcome to Letters for my Lovers, the personal blog of the artist known as Lilith Ember.
As you can imagine, Lilith Ember is not my real name. Years ago, I chose to start sharing my kinky poetry and erotic writing with the world, as a means to not only share content that I believe is genuinely interesting but also as a form of release from a (not so) secretive part of myself.
As my experiences evolved, I transformed from a blossoming young sex-worker into a person who could no longer be defined as or identify with any one thing. I’m still not quite sure what I want to do with my platform, I enjoy sharing the occasional nudes, and I have at-length considered dedicating time to an adult content account, but the truth is that it will never be my priority in life, maybe an added bonus for some die-hard lovers of my work who want a little extra spice on their lattes.
I write for a living, which makes it hard for me to want to dedicate vast amounts of time to writing in my personal life, but it’s something I miss. I don’t want to only write longer pieces on Medium because it’s the platform where I “should” do so. So, in light of my realizations and my recent quest for balance, Letters for my Lovers is now becoming the dedicated place where I write about everything and nothing, share poetry, and thoughts on other non-sex-related subjects including my artistic projects.
As part of this new approach, I feel the need to share a bit more context around my pieces, to give you, the reader, a glimpse into the workings of my inner psyche. Consider it, if you will, a chance to peer behind the curtain of every piece and poem I put forth from now on.
Thank you for taking the time to observe and assimilate these pieces of my soul.
Xo,
Lil
It’s been 15 months since I published On Writing – A Word From Lilith, a piece in which I describe my overall anxiety with having to “perform” and participate in this online identity, and how writing and keeping up with this site had become a burden of sorts, rather than a pleasure.
In many ways, that post holds just as true today as it did then. Maintaining this presence and populating a website so that you don’t become totally and utterly obsolete in a world where each digital second gives birth to thousands of influencers and mounds of meaningless content is totally and utterly exhausting. And that’s why I haven’t been doing it.
In the past year, I have published maybe 12 poems and posts to this site. I still write a ridiculous amount in my free time, but I just don’t care enough about maintaining something that is basically as substance-less as the nutrients in McDonald’s fries to put myself through the hassle of posting them here.
You see, I work a day job that already involves being constantly in the digital realm. I write content all day, I think about the best ways to market things so we can drive higher conversion rates, I select keywords based on traffic and efficiency. And I cannot help but transpose that knowledge and work into Letters for My Lovers. So instead of feeling overjoyed when I want to post something, it feels like play has become work for me.
I log time into checking stats on this site and seeing what keywords I can place myself better on, and then using SEO and SEM to enhance those results so people can find this blog organically. But I am really sick of it.
What you don’t know about me is that I am first and foremost a lover and an artist, with a strong drive to uplift my loved ones and focus much of my time on self-care and betterment. I have done lots of therapy, I do yoga every day, I eat a balanced diet and get a decent amount of exercise. I thrive on being compassionate towards others and asserting clear boundaries even if they make other people uncomfortable.
I live for social justice, and I think it is up to each and every one of us to care about what is happening to other human beings close to home and around the world. Black Lives Matter, poverty is real, many countries are ravaged by famine and war, and I have personally spent time and money to contribute in however ways were possible to furthering equality and justice for all. I wish more people would do the same.
And I say all this not because I believe that my words will have any impact on you, but because I need, in this moment, for you to know who I really am. Who the person behind Lilith Ember is.
I am a driven young woman, who is sex positive, into kink and BDSM, and sexy poetry, and all that stuff. I am a lifestyler who discovered kink in her late 20s, including all the fucked up people who don’t respect boundaries and the men who think that because they are in positions of power or mentorship can manipulate and use younger women. I have also met incredible queer, kinky artists along the way. I have had intimate beautiful relationships with riggers, and have discovered so much about myself that it makes me feel like I am a blossoming flower whose petals catch the rays of the sun and bring joy to those around her.
I am a writer, both professionally and personally, and I am currently working on a memoir about my life and inter-generational trauma (yep, lots of that in my bones). My love for poetry knows no bounds and I feel an insatiable urge to try and put into words feelings that only the wildest imaginations can observe. I love love. I have two long-term partners who both bring me equal amounts of joy and strength, and willingness to help me heal and push my own personal boundaries.
Alongside all this, however, I am also a burnt out professional who, for the first time in her adult life, is choosing to take a leave of absence from work so she can focus on her wellbeing and making sure she’s ok.
I am going to dedicate part of this time to revamping this website and including more artistic content, as well as some paid content for those who would be interested in subscribing to my OnlyFans, or a Patreon. Creating content takes time, and even if it’s just contributing $10 a month to allowing me to continue creating what I love, it’s incredibly appreciated.
I am open to suggestions and collaborative ideas with other artists, sex-workers, Pro-Doms, poets, writers, you name it. If you love what I do and want to let me know, feel free to message me at lilithformylovers@gmail.com.
Hope everyone is well in these crazy times.
Xo,
Lilith
Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
Or am I simply appreciative of better times?
Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
And my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
Or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?
Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of the rain on a tin roof,
And it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
Or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?
Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
Or am I merely dreaming…
Poem written in 2015.
© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved
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You are mine now.
Mine to cherish, and to embrace. To envelope.
To kiss. And to touch.
Mine to love.
Mine to lick. And to fuck.
To penetrate. To fill.
Mine to take. Now. Again. Once more.
Always once more.
You are mine to behold. Mine to ponder.
Mine to taste, and to consume.
Mine to ache for. To long for. To lust after.
You are mine now to love.
© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved
This is a non-erotic poem, written in February of 2017.
emerging from the clouds
the energy boy peers
below the clear layers of existence,
tiny hearts beating
he understands
why others break the rule
to observe
to document
don't do it, they say
never shifting
yet here he stands,
frenetic scribbling
desperately deciphering
their erratic thoughts and unnerving actions
he cries, remembering how it felt
to be human
© 2018 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved
🔥👄🍑❤️🌸🔥👄🍑❤️🌸
Thanks for reading! Don’t forget to follow my social accounts. 😘
Instagram
Twitter (where I will indulge you with occasional sexy photos).
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