THE KINKY POET

The Rose a very sacred place

There is a small piece of heaven, hiding in between your thighs, I dream about it often when I close my eyes

As pretty as any blooming flower, with petals like a Rose, I'd love to part her petals, and kiss her bud and watch her has she grows

Engorging with passion, her petals glistening like the morning dew, I move in a little closer, I want to drink from you

This Rose is so perfect, her nectars taste is so devine, I would drink from her always, if only she was mine

I'd love to be your gardener, I'd tend you everyday, making sure you're truly cared for in every single way

I'd keep her warm when she was cold and water her if she got dry, just the thought of tending her makes me want to sigh

Even alone in my bed the thought brings a smile to my weary face, I love that slice of heaven, your very sacred place

THE KINKY POET 

Sacred place

When you're on your own at night I hope your hands run down your skin, feeling every curve you have, your desires are no sin

Cupping your ample tits, nipples hardening to your touch, you're pinching them slightly the pain you like so much

Down along your stomach, you stroke your inner thighs, you want to go to your Sacred place, the need you can't disguise

But you don't want to rush yourself, you've got a lot of time, you even think of your poet, who adores you in his rhyme

You can feel that tingle your Sacred place calls out to you, you slide your fingers deep inside and heaven cums it's true

Fingers searching for that spot, thumb dances on your clit, dancing deep rhythmic circles, juice running from your slit

It's been a while since mind and body joined together and played as one, and if my poems can take you there, then my job is done

If I can inspire you and put a hungry look across your face, to me it's like I'm with you, at your Sacred place

THE KINKY POET 

Passions spark

I can't wait a second longer, my hunger needs to feed, I tear off you lingerie, my eyes alight with greed

You are tied down on your bed, your bodies mine to use, I can do just how I please, I can take you as I choose

Pulling at your underwear, I needed to feel your skin, let me tear off your lace, to find the treasures hid within

Your curves are delightful, your nipples stand erect, your body has me starving, it has the desired lust effect

I look down upon your body, I don't know where to start but I can feel my desires, they're racing around my heart

Do I start between your thighs, do I go directly to your pussy's lips, I can see her glistening, I'm hungry for a sip

First I must use some self control, I want pictures on my phone, to use has inspiration when I'm writing on my own

Locked up in my picture vault where no one else can see, pictures of my Goddess are waiting there for me

I slid on your Blindfold, you are now helpless in the dark, now I'm gonna play with you and let our passions spark

THE KINKY POET 

Story time

If you share a Sapiosexual connection, you make love inside your brain, it truly is the perfect place, for any type of game

Laying in your bed at night, reading poems on your phone, close your eyes and call to me, you'll never be alone

In your mind you can be transported to any place or time, wherever you wish us to be, the place will be devine

Everything will be at hand, from a Sun kissed beach or a Dungeon or maybe just a cave, there be all the toys you need, to give you all you crave

There will be no limitations, outfits hanging on a rack, floggers, cuffs, ropes and chains, there's nothing you might lack

Beautiful food and flowers, a forest in full bloom, or a large bed in a castle or you're locked inside a room

Chained up high or tied down tight, you direct the play, anything is possible before the light of day

Because in our brains the only walls are those we choose ourself, it's a book of endless fairytales, just sitting on a shelf

Just pick it up and choose a story, it will appear inside your brain, every stories different but we two still remain

This is our special place, where I am yours and you are simply mine, once we've shared a Sapiosexual night, I put it down in rhyme

THE KINKY POET

A quick poem inspired by the post of Apkrodite post I'M RISING loved the post and got me thinking. I hope she likes it

Frequency

Are we on the same frequency do we read from the same page, do we have a connection, are we at that stage

Do we see the things the same, are your needs quite like my own, do you think of me, like a think of you, when you're all alone

Do you get that certain vibe, when I come into mind, is it pitched above the rest, way higher than the normal kind

Does it put you in a place, where there's only you and me, tuned in together, the shared frequency sets us free

Where no one can interfere, where we are protected by this sound, free to dream or just be us, we're truly heaven bound

So whilst a lay crippled and alone in the darkness on my bed, I send out my frequency, praying it will find your head

THE KINKY POET 

If you could reach across time and space

Can you reach across time and space and place your lips on mine, to awake and find you next to me would truly be devine

Wearing my favourite lace, with desire burning in your eyes, your legs wrapped around, entwined by your sexy thighs

Temperature ìs rising as passions flame rise higher, you feel me harden, my manhood full of wanton, hot desire

You roll me on my back, you straddle me with grace, you guide my shaft to your Rose, there's hunger on your face

Slowly you guide me in, you're moist, warm and wet inside, you start to rise and fall, as you begin to start your ride

I hold on to your tits your nipples I gently start to squeeze, you smile at the burst of pain, you simply say "Yes please".

Long slow controlled drops, you take me deep inside, you begin to grind my cock, your pussy's opened wide

Juices running out of you, you soak my hungry dick, j scoop your juice with my fingers and take a needed lick

You begin to pick up pace, I watch you lick your lips, I pull you down harder now, I've got you by the hips

We rise and fall in perfect time, you say you want to cum, i start bucking harder, I also slap your bum

You begin to throw your head back, I hear you sigh and moan, just as we're about to cum, I wake up on my own

There was no evening with you, no Goddess dressed in lace, I stare up at a darkened ceiling, with disappointment on my face

Oh if you could reach across time and space and really place your lips on mine, I'd finally have my Goddess, until the end of time

THE KINKY POET 

Sapiosexual dance

I want to make love to you, within the confines of a rhyme, share with you a moment of a deep and Sapiosexual time

Let my words run around your body, starting in your head, leading you across the stanzas, bringing you into my bed

Words of seduction wrote to wrap you on my arms, to bring into my dream, to feel all my sexual charms

Each line designed to bring you close, to reach to where you are, to ensnare you and captivate, if you're near or far

So when you read this poem, you feel me deep inside, owning every inch of you, tied down and opened wide

My words lapping at you pussy, you feel my written tongue, giving oral pleasure, until the poems done

This poet wants to touch you, it's a deep and hungry need, so I must write you a poem of seduction and hope and pray you read

Let my words hypnotise you, let them put you in a trance, I hope you hear sweet music as we share a Sapiosexual dance

THE KINKY POET 

Masters heart

No light comes through the mask no sound can reach your ears, tied down in submission, your dream fantasy appears

You are at his mercy, you've only touch and taste, you'll feel his body on you but you'll not see your masters face

You sense that he's close to you, his eyes burn right through your skin, you can sense him looking at your curves and the treasures held within

His lips brush you for the first time, you feel his passions heat, you gasp at his first touch, knowing tonight you are his treat

You feel his hands run across you, he kisses your neck and lips, you feel him move onto your chest, his shaft pressed against your hips

The pleasure and pain blends into one as he sucks your nipple rough, you let out a squeal of pleasure, you love this kind of stuff

Your nipples harden instantly as he rolls them in his mouth, he plays with them for the longest time before he continues South

You feel him slide down you, soon he is between your thighs, you try to contain yourself but you are releasing sighs

You feel him kiss along your thighs, you jump as you get bit, has he works his way up higher looking for your slit

Soon he's at your flower he bites to leave his mark, he wants you to know He owns you, his lust just needs a spark

And you are the spark he needs, you've turned his desires into more, what once was an ember is now a flaming roar

So he may have you under his control, tied down with legs apart but you are the one with all the power, you own your masters heart

THE KINKY POET

A VÈRY MERRY KINKY CHRISTMAS
Just to say I wish you all the most wonderful Christmas. Thank you for all your support and love
Love and light to you all

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A AWESOME NEW YEAR
RON XXX

THE KINKY POET 

Santa's knee

That's it climb right up, come sit on old Santa's knee, I've heard you've been a good girl and you have a list for me

Does it contain all you want is it full of things you'd like, my face would make a perfect saddle, you could ride me like a bike

I could buy you outfits, you could be my Christmas doll, I would love you always, with all my heart and soul

It says you like fluffies something to keep you warm at night, I'm quite round and cuddly and I could hold you tight

Ropes now that's a interesting choice, Idea's run through my head, it would be fun to have my Christmas girl, tied down on my bed

It says here nipple clamps, this Christmas you want pain, I'm sure I could get your endorphins running through your brain

Well because you've been a good girl and if you give Santa a Christmas kiss, I'll appear on Christmas eve to bring you all you wish

So go now go on draw and play, Santa's heard your plea, don't forget put your panties on now you're off my knee

THE KINKY POET