TO EVERYONE ON THE CAGE, THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND ALLOWING ME TO SHARE MY POETRY WITH YOU ALL
YOUR KIND WORDS HAVE TOUCHED MY HEART AND PICKED ME UP WHEN I'VE BEEN AT MY LOWEST PLACES
MAY THE NEW YOU BRING YOU ALL HAPPINESS AND LOVE
LOVE AND LIGHT
THE KINKY POET
RON
Four metres
You tell me to sit opposite then you spread your legs real wide, I can see the juice glistening off the pinky flesh inside
You slowly lick your finger then you rub it on your swollen clit, I'm mesmerized by the show, I really love your slit
I slowly move in closer you tell me back up or I'll get wet, I laughed to myself thinking you've never made that distance yet
But I play along I get turned on when I watch you play, you are moving faster, then I start to think, this could be the day
You rub your pussy fast and hard like Aladin with his lamp, will you get to finish before your fingers get the cramp
You toss you head back, you start to shudder, then you start to moan, I get ready to take some pictures, with my mobile phone
Your legs start to tremble, juices shoot out across the floor, last time you made Two metres but this time it looks like Four
THE KINKY POET
Two metres
Treat me in a sleazy way, talk to me like I'm a piece of dirt, whilst I pound your cliterus, until I make you squirt
Bite me claw me let's have a rough sex battle, let's just a good fuck fight, struggle, swear, do as you please, your soaking me tonight
I want to own your body, I must be the master of it all, I'm gonna thrash your pussy, until I make you squirt just like a waterfall
Gushing out your pussy hard, squirt liquid sex into my face, I want to drown in pussy juice, go on just soak the fucking place
I can feel it building, you look so hot in that sexy skirt, I wonder how far you'll reach at the moment you first squirt
Droplets a splashing my hungry fingers as they move, it inspires me to move quicker, now I'm really in the groove
Don't stop talking dirty, your just hanging on the sexual ledge, with one more flick on your clit, you're falling off the edge
The flood gates now are opened, your juice squirts across the floor, it went about two metres, next time we'll go for more
THE KINKY POET
The perfect rhyme
Send me pictures of your body, your pussy, tits and ass but send them to me one pic at a time, so I can look at them intently then put them in a rhyme
I want time to study you, I want to to look at them for ages, to inspire my sexy stanzas, which I write down on blank pages
Finding the right words that give the honour that each sexy pictures due, my words must be exact, when I'm describing you
Each line must paint a image, of the thoughts inside my head, matching the pictures that you sent me of you laying on your bed
I want to see all over you, I must map all your gorgeous curves, then find the words to give to them the reverence they deserve
Words like Enchantress or Goddess will definitely spring to mind, but they'll be mixed with naughty one's of the kinky kind
So when you send me pictures, don't rush just take your time, I will study them forever, until I write down the perfect rhyme
THE KINKY POET
In your mind
Though you are so far away, I make love to you in my mind, we are together sharing kinky sexual fun though it's of a sapiosexual kind
My words weave sexy images, sent to make pictures in your head, stanzas to get you wet, when you're alone and in your bed
Close your eyes and imagine me, running wild across your skin, my tongue encircles your cliterus, before it dives right in
You taste of Peach and honey, I lap hard, I'm hungry for each drop, your pussy rains down on my face, please don't let it stop
Biting on your inner thigh, leaving marks on each place that I've been, it's a kind of kinky ownership left in places that can't be seen
Being a sapiosexual lover, there's no limits to the kinky fun, I can fuck you in rhyme all night long, until the sexual dream is done
So find yourself a quiet spot, put a hand on your magic spot, read my poems and let me in your mind, I'll give you all I've got
THE KINKY POET
Dream messages
A little slice of ecstasy came pinging down my phone, sexy pics and videos, to drive me wild, when I'm on my own
Glimpses of your body, you wrapped in coloured lace, you saying hello Sir with a smile upon your face
Each sexy picture made my heartbeat race and pound, I began imagining what I'd do to you if you ever came around
How would the evening go, would it start off nice and slow, how long before we would both naked and our lust was in full flow
My head in between your thighs, eating from your pretty sacred place, or you on your knees before me, my cock right near your face
Your eyes dipped in reverence as I'm taken slowly deep inside, painted lipstick smudged as in and out I slide
Pounding, grinding, fucking hard, images of all the things I'd do, all springing from a imaginary vids and pictures, sent to me from you
THE KINKY POET
Monstrous plug
Babe I think your butt holes perfect, it's comfy not to tight, if you want to stretch it out, you of course have got the right
But do you not think you should start off small and stretch it nice and slow, well I know you've googled it and think bigs the way to go
I just don't want you to hurt yourself, you might end up in real pain, yes I've heard the famous quote that says "no pain no gain"
Just take things steady, make sure you do things right, are you sure that size will fit, it looks like it will be tight
Hell no I won't push it in, for this you're on your own, go into the bathroom, I'll be here writing poems on my phone
Just looking at the size of it I'm getting a case of watering eyes, you have the right to do what you want but just think about the size
I like your bum hole as it is, my cock fits in nice snug, now I'm not sure I will touch the sides, once you've stretched it with that monsterous plug
THE KINKY POET
The war you wanted
Laying on my side tonight, keeping off the claw marks on my skin, I guess they are my spoils of war, earned in our kinky war of sin
Marks around my ankles and my wrists, they're tender and quiet sore, you really made the ropes tight tonight, much tighter than before
I was at your mercy, you had full control of me tonight, why did you release me from my bonds, you knew that I would fight
Fight to regain my dominance, to get you under my control, I wanted to use you for my playground, make you my own fuck doll
So the battle was in full swing, you clawed, kicked, you even tried to bite, all that was futile, I owned you through the night
I love it when you try to struggle, I enjoy our sexual war, but you knew I had out gunned you, as you hit the floor
You were out weighed by me, you had to succumb to superior fire power, then I did anything i wanted, your dominance lasted for a hour
You could have been in control, you could have commanded me all night, if you had left my bonds on and left them done up tight
You must of wanted a war tonight, well you always get your way, but I'll sleep on my side tonight, until the claw marks go away
THE KINKY POET
Embrace
Bodies wrapped together, your legs entwined with mine, feeling every inch of you, sharing what it feels like in my rhyme
Fingers in a lovers knot, holding on to each other close and tight, we blend into a mass of passion, that will last us through the night
Our bodies like puzzle pieces, we make a perfect fit, my shaft hard and hungry, buried deep inside your slit
Moving with perfect synchronicity, like a tide rushing to a shore, ecstasy and orgasms, we both couldn't ask for more
You wrap your legs around me, I'm held in your sexual vice, kissing you and looking in your eyes, to me is so very nice
Your juices soak my body, my creamy seed explodes inside your flower running slowly down your thigh, as I empty my sex in you, we both let out a sigh
Though the love making is over, we stay in our loves embrace, kissing each other gently, whilst we're laying face to face
THE KINKY POET
Underneath my tree
I'll tie you up in red silk ribbons and place you beneath my tree, you are a special kinky gift, a gorgeous Christmas gift to me
Watching you laying there waiting for me to unwrap you and start to play but you must just wait one more night, it's nearly Christmas day
I make sure you are comfortable, you look so cute beneath the trees twinkling lights, I can't wait to open you, there will be no more lonely nights
Forever you will be my girl, a Goddess to call my own, it doesn't seem that long since, we met on a app upon my phone
You told me of your desires, your need to be a sexual slave, a desire to be owned and used, to do all a man could crave
We met a few times, we were obviously a perfect fit, you told me of your Christmas scenario, I said we could do it
Now you're the perfect present wrapped in Red silk ribbon just for me, I glance up from writing this poem, to see you underneath my tree
THE KINKY POET