THE KINKY POET

Bath time and aftercare

Laying in a scented bath, candles giving off a flickering light, relaxing after fucking, it was such a kinky night

Your body aches from bruises, you lay there with a glass of wine, then you hear the door open, it must be bathing time

I roll into the bathroom, you put your wine down on the side, you sit up in the bath, your arms are stretched out wide

I soak the sponge in water, the bubbles smell just like a Rose, I slowly start to wash your arms, I put bubbles on your nose

Moving across your skin, I wash away our playful night, I have to stop just to stare at you, you're such a gorgeous sight

You lift each leg in turn, the soapy sponge runs inside your thigh, I brush against your pussy, you release a little sigh

Then you stand in the bath, so I can wash your bum, there's marks from where I spanked you, just before you cum

All done you step out, I hand you a robe to keep you warm, you wander to the bedroom, tired, it's very nearly dawn

I dry you then we snuggle up, your aftercare is nearly done, you lay your head upon my chest, we chat until we see the sun

Slowly you drift off to sleep, you are safe within my bed, another dream is over and I'm left with this poem in my head

THE KINKY POET 

Obey

Come kneel in front of me, it's time for you to do exactly what I say, tonight you will do as I tell you, tonight you must obey

Keep your eyes on the floor, put your hands down by your side, you now must do my bidding, now spread your legs real wide

I want to be your master, I want you to be my sexual slave, you must do all I ask, submit to all I crave

Send me sexy pictures, put my initials on your skin, dress up as I tell you, fill my nights with kinky sin

You must call me your Sir, if not it must be your master, when I give you a task, I expect you to do it faster

Fuck me when I want, I'll tell you to go fast or slow, sit here beside my feet, until I give you the nod to go

Be at my beck and call, drop everything when I call, give me your heart and soul, as your master I want it all

In return you'll have my respect, you will own my heart, I maybe your master but we'll share a life, though we're far apart

A connection across the void, our souls will mould as one, so I want you to obey me, we could have such fun

I will adore you daily, send my thoughts of you in rhyme, to show you not only do I dream of you, you're with me all the time

THE KINKY POET 

TRIGGER WARNING CONTAINS CONSENSUAL NON CONSENSUAL PLAY

When no means yes

I heard you pull up in the taxi, I hear the key go in the door, the moment that I see you,  I drag you to the floor

You try to let out a scream, my hand is already covering you mouth, my hands are all over you, as they make their way down south

You can bite, kick and scratch, I love it when you fight, you know in you're heart you are out gunned, I'm taking you tonight

Oh I picked the right day, you've no panties beneath that skirt, I saw you this morning on the train, you dirty little flirt

Pushed up tight against me, on that subway train, I could almost taste you, your smell seared into my brain

Sorry about the blouse, but I've got no time to wait, I push myself inside you, it's now time to seal your fate

Your pussy has betrayed you, you're excited I can tell, you start to tell me you don't want this so stop, I reply shut up and go to hell

Pounding hard and pounding fast, within a short while you start to cum, you seem to have lost your fight, you no longer claw my back and bum

We rise and fall together, then the moment I find pure bliss, you put your mouth up onto mine, we begin to share a kiss

Soon we are making love, you climb on top of me, you ride me hard until I cum, then I go make a cup of tea

You tend to my bite marks, you've a few bruises on your wrist, I love it when no means yes, playtime takes a kinky twist

I've been wanting you all day, since you flashed me on the train, I couldn't concentrate at work at all, I've had your pussy on my brain

THE KINKY POET

Please your master

You're outside the office you've been bad again. You were warned last time, this time you would get pain

The master calls you in, you bow your head in shame, the master tells you, you must learn, his rules are not a game

He throws the stuff off his desk, you slide yourself right into place, you have a sneaky grin but it's hidden on your face

Master lifts your little skirt, you've got lace panties on, after he strokes your ass, with one tug they are gone

He casts the panties onto the floor, your vulnerable and bare, you start to brace yourself, you remember why you're there

His hand come down with a almighty force, you feel the sting of pain, you just get time to catch your breath, then he spanks you once again

Ass cheeks start to sting.the master always leaves a mark, you feel your juices flowing as your desires start to spark

The master notices it running, he begins to loose his shit, now he's feeling horny, he just can't control it

You hear his zipper go, then a cock rubs against your skin, you offer your pussy up, as the master slides right in

Pushed hard flat on the desk, the master starts to pound, he is fucking you so hard, he doesn't make a sound

You begin to sigh and buck, you start to scream and moan, whilst the masters fucking you, he's taking pictures on his phone

You cum so very hard, then the master rolls yon on your back, he spread your legs open wide, then he starts to lick your crack

You are orgasming time and time again, the masters drowning in your cum, when you beg him to stop, the licking it is done

"Get on your knees bad girl" he says "take me past your painted lips", mouth me and make me cum, take in every drop that drips

You start to suck real hard, your head goes even faster. You really love to role play and you love to please your master

THE KINKY POET 

If I could be for you

If I were a dominant and not just a broken man who writes in rhyme, I'd nurture and protect you, I'd guide you all the time

I'd do my best to make you feel safe, I'd give you structure, set you tasks, I'd try to fulfil your every need, listen to your asks

Place a shield around you, help you to succeed and grow, open you up to new things, though we'd take things nice and slow

Learn all your wants and needs, I'd learn to deliver your desires, bringing you all you need to ignite your sexual fires

Together we will share our hopes and dreams to make our lives so full, I wish I was more than a poet and be a dominant for you

Have you be my submissive, be my sexual body slave, caring for all my needs, being all the things I crave

Oh I wish I was so much more, but sadly it's just a dream this time, I'm just a broken man, who puts his dreams in rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

The beast is fed

Sometimes I awaken, my hunger cannot be kept locked inside it's cage, the animal has woken, full of all it's sexual rage

Desires for you take full control, it dominates my mind, you are all I think about, in a dirty sexual kind

From ripping all your clothes off, to dragging you off to my bed, dirty, kinky, sexy things, are racing through my head

The taste of your love juice, to drink your devine wine, to own you completely, to have you all the time

Outfits and role play, you wearing matching lingerie, you being at my beck and call, all throughout the day

Rope play, clamps and toys, hot wax and chains to tie you tight, to use you as I see fit, you're my playground through the night

To fulfil any fantasy, to do whatever comes in my head, tonight the ravenous beast has woken, tonight the beast is fed

THE KINKY POET 

Superlatives

Searching a list of names, to call you within my rhymes, here are list of the superlatives, I use from time to time

The curves of a Goddess, with such mesmerising eyes, lips made for kissing, I adore her sexy thighs

She fires up an intense hunger, I'm ravenous for a taste, I'd love to sit her on my face, I'd hold her by the waist

Her perfect Rose balanced on my face, my tongued pushed inside, her grinding down on me as my face she starts to ride

Whether she's in lingerie, or just totally in the nude, just a single glimpse of her, puts me in the mood

She has me under her spell, the Enchantress owns my heart, she has weaved her magic, she has done from the start

I travel across the dream state world, she has me in a trance, I try to sleep to go to her, whenever I get the chance

Enchantress reach out to me, please come into my head, tonight please slide in beside me, Enchantress share my bed

You're my Goddess, my dream girl, the Enchantress, you're my Queen, I use all these names to describe you, in my poems they've all been

THE KINKY POET 

His games

Light floods into the room, the dungeon door is opened wide, you look instantly to the floor as your owner comes inside

Your shackles are undone, you rub the bruises on your wrist, he tells you he wants to play but he has thought of a kinky twist

He walks you from the cell, his hand on your lower back, he drives you to a large dark woods, he leads you down a track

You get into a large grassed opening, and to your great surprise, there is a gorgeous girl waiting there, with very sexy thighs

He tells you to lay down flat, he stakes you to the ground, leather bindings hold you tight, you cannot move around

The girl nods to your master, your master nods right back, the girl kneels between your legs, she starts to stroke your crack

Her touch is soft and gentle, soon your juices start to flow, once your pussy's nice and wet. She starts to finger fuck you slow

Orgasm runs across you, but you miss your masters touch, you know you can't ask for him, that would be too much

All he does is take pictures, your spread wide and in the nude, obviously he likes what he sees, his cock seems in the mood

He tells the girl to get on all fours, she begins to eat you raw, then your master enters her, he calls her a slutty whore

You start to cum real hard, the slut she does the same, once your master blows his load, it's the end of his kinky game

Soon you're back in your cell, chained onto your bed, you try to get some needed sleep, now you've been washed and fed

THE KINKY POET 

My name

Before you get yourself dressed today, I have a little ask, I wouldn't call it an order, more of a little task

I think you should get a pen, then write my name inside your thigh, so you have a simple reminder of me and let me tell you why

When you're busy going about your day, your mind goes to other things, work or your colleagues and the business tasks it brings

But sometime during your busy day, you'll go off to the loo, when you pull your panties down, I'll be with you too

Sitting in my favourite place, just inside your thigh, close enough to eat your pussy, to make you moan and sigh

So when you see my name, I hope I come to mind, sexy, naughty and fun thoughts of the most kinky kind

So I can leave a mark on you, one that took no pain, just to get you through the days, until we play again

THE KINKY POET

The connection

When you are in my dreams we share one heart, one soul, it is that special connection, that is everybody's goal

That missing piece of my puzzle, the piece that makes me whole, the life force I've benn searching for, the stuff that feeds my soul

Deeper than a sexual need, it can heal my broken heart, it rebuilds the broken pieces, like it's never been torn apart

It chases all the clouds away, it protects me from the rain, everything seems right with your world, there's sunshine once again

Hidden within a single kiss is all my dreams and hopes, when facing a hard time, the support just helps me cope

Wrapped up in her arms, i feel I'm so safe and sound, when she makes love with me, I feel I'm heaven bound

This is the connection I have with you, you're my soul mate it would seem, shame you are a wish of a girl who lives inside my dream

THE KINKY POET