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
Dear readers,
No matter where you may be in the world, chances are, we can currently relate to each other’s feelings.
Let’s be blunt: this shit is scary. I can personally admit that having a global pandemic, with the rampant fear-mongering and misinformation that has accompanied it, is, for many many reasons, as close to my living nightmare as any situation could get.
The world is grinding to a halt, and hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people will die worldwide. Millions of people will lose their jobs, and world economies as we know them may very well collapse. The list goes on… Many things are going to change, and the truth is that we don’t really know what the post-pandemic world is going to look like; many people have predictions, some more realistic than others, but right now we’re helplessly floating around in the giant sea of the unknown, and I know many of us feel totally and utterly lost.
I can’t speak for what will change in the upcoming months and years, but I can surmise that one very real thing won’t change: Us. Humans, living, breathing members of the Homo sapiens sapiens species. The inherent elements that bind us together as a species and have kept our societies running since the dawn of our era: love, compassion, understanding, passion, curiosity, solidarity, and all them incredible things that make us so unique.
We will continue loving one another, appreciating the little things in life, like the ring of someone’s laughter in our ears, the warmth that we feel in another’s smile, the burning desire when we hold our lover close. We will continue inspiring one another to keep on keeping on, to continue creating and appreciating art, music, creativity in whatever form it takes on for you. We will continue being present for those who matter the most in our lives, because that’s what life is really about, love and friendship, and partnership, and appreciation, and sharing all of those incredible things we so often struggle to put into words.
I, for one, will keep on creating and sharing my poetry and stories with the world because it’s my way of staying sane and keeping my life moving forward without giving into the total and utter panic that washes over me in waves.
You are not alone, we are not alone. We can weather this storm together, as societies, and as a species, and come out wiser on the other side. So let’s all take a moment to appreciate the little things and share some love (within reasonable social distancing measures, of course 😉).
And if you would like me to write a poem about a specific topic, or have a fun writing exercise you’d like to try with me, please shoot me an email at info@lilithember.com, and I will be happy to oblige. I will be writing from the comfort of my Love Nest, featured as the image of this article.
In love, lust, and solidarity,
Lilith. 🖤
After a bit of an absence, I am back to try out a new format.
Prior to my month-long writing hiatus, I had been putting a lot of pressure on myself to post regularly and be active on social media to try and promote what I was writing. I was crippled, in a way, by what many people would refer to as FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out). “If I don’t spend time building a following on Twitter, and interacting with the other members of the #writingcommunity, I’m never going to be part of it.”
Well, the truth is, that doesn’t work for me. I loathe social media, and I’m not a natural at it. I believe it reflects the worst of what we are in many cases: vain, sad little creatures, disconnected from our communities and the things that matter, and desperate for validation that is substanceless (like a bag of chips: delicious while you’re eating it, but has zero benefits for your body and leaves you hungry for more 10 minutes later). Personally, trying to maintain the regularity needed to push a following on social comes at the detriment of my mental wellbeing (which then can quickly cause me to spiral and stop taking care of myself on a physical level, like I normally would), which just doesn’t work.
So, I’ve decided to no longer care who reads what I publish, or whether I get likes or shares. It was never why I started publishing my works online in the first place, and I’ll be damned if my social media stress puts me in a position where I’d rather walk away from writing than simply periodically publish something because I’ve felt inspired and taken the time to write something out.
I’m also going to start writing to a new section of my site called “Musings On…”, which are going to be taking on a more traditional blog post (or article format). I am a complex individual, with lots of experiences and things to share with the world beyond just my poetry, and I hope that anyone who feels they can relate to what I choose to write about will find value in my thoughts.
Eternally yours,
Lilith.
Letters For My Lovers 