THE KINKY POET

Smiling through my cage

My fingers are tingling but you must do the straps up tight, I'm both excited and nervous about what will happen on this night

I've never been a plaything for a group of your horny men, naked and legs spread, deep inside my masters den

He's never shared me before, I hope it's not some sign, I really liked being just his, I loved knowing he was mine

I can hear footsteps the key turns the heavy locks, by the light I see many men, all with hungry stiffened cocks

The rest of the night was just a blur of fumbling hands, hard cocks and tongue, every hole was used by them until their needs were done

Then I was cleaned and fed, then my master led me to my cage, locked back in my happy place, but inside I ached with rage

Not once did he touch me, he just fed me to his hounds, I could see him watching, taking in the sights and sounds

I curled myself up into a ball, pulled the covers above my head, seething by his lack of interest running through my head

In the morning he came to my cage, he handed me a key, he told me I was free to leave, he had no further use for me

Tears flowed down my face, then I woke up with a start, thank God it was just a dream, it would have broke my heart

But the Sun was shining all was well, the panic was over no more rage and I could see my master, smiling at me through my cage

THE KINKY POET 

Wrapped within a kiss

Dreams come to me at night, wrapped within a kiss, if you stopped coming nightly, my lovely dreams I'd surely miss

But I can't make you visit, I can only sleep and hope, if you do not turn up in my dream, I hope my heart will cope

Everytime I lay down and close my eyes, I say a little prayer, hoping that when I drift off, in my dreams I'll find you there

I wander through my special place, searching for the one, hoping I can see her, before she's gone with the rising of the Sun

Will she or won't she, just appear when I'm sleeping in my bed, will she come into my night, from thoughts inside my head

Come to me my dream girl, please listen to my wish, bring to me all I want, wrapped within a kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Christmas gift

If I could be your Christmas Elf I could help you your chores, I could help you shower, help wash clean all your sexy pores

I could help you with your stockings, the ones that are made of lace, sliding them up your inner thighs, their seams I'd like to trace

What about the festive bird, I could help you with the stuffing, together we could fill it up, I'd make sure you got enough in

I'm really good at trimming trees or bush, where do you keep your lights, then we could share some eggnog on a cold and winter night

Id want kisses under the Mistletoe, I'd hope you were wrapped up in a bow, then hid in a special place, only Santa Clause would know

Then on Christmas morning I'd be up early, as early as can be, to look to see if Santa's been and what he's left under my Christmas tree

But unlike dear old Santa clause I'd come more than once a year, I'd slowly unwrap my special gift, then fill you with my cheer

THE KINKY POET 

Wishful poem

In just a White shirt and stocking tops you're sitting on the chair, in my dreams I'm kneeling in front of you, I can't believe I'm there

I hesitate to touch you, I try to take in this wonderous sight, I'm in front of a Goddess, my dream girls here tonight

I slowly reach for the shirt, its showing all your pretty shapes, you look so very sexy, I stare at the way the cotton drapes

I undo the highest button, it reveals your flawless skin, I'm desperate to remove this shirt, to see your treasures hid within

Each button shows a little more, your cleavage is soon on show, I take the time to look at it, then on I slowly go

It starts to fall open revealing your body to my eyes, I see you slip out a little smile, when you heard my delighted sighs

Soon it was open I've never wanted a thing so much, my eyes took in all of you, I was hungry for a touch

I looked up you nodded, I put my trembling hand upon your skin, desire washed all over me, my body ached for sin

I put my hands upon your high top covered knees, I pushed the open wide, pantieless I could see, your wetness glistening deep inside

You laid back and gave me room, I put my mouth around your mound, I slowly kissed your pretty Rose, you could here a sipping sound

I began to lap at you, I parted your Roses petals with my thumbs, I wanted to please my Goddess I wanted to make you cum

I felt your hands on my head, you raised up to give be more, I ate from a Goddess that night, whilst kneeling on your floor

Your nectar flowed freely, you began to grind my face, we kept perfect symmetry, no matter how we changed the pace

I felt your inner thighs begin to tense, you were nearly there, you let go of my head, then you gripped onto the chair

I sucked hard on your Rose bud, with a sigh you cum and soaked me with your juice, I licked up every drop if the nectar you had just let loose

You pulled me up and we hugged, then we shared the longest kiss, the ending to a perfect night, well that would be my wish
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Instead it's time to turn off my light, go to sleep all on my own, another wishful poem, left written on this poets phone

THE KINKY POET 

Masters cage

I feel so very safe and content locked inside my masters cage, quietly reading my new list of rules, written on a page

Learning all the do's and don't's to make my new master smile, it helps me to pass the time whilst alone, if only for a while

Then I hear the key turn, my masters here to play, I get giddy with excitement, this part really makes my day

I wonder if he'll dress me up or bind me down real tight, then if I'm a very good girl  I'll share his bed tonight

I just love it when I serve him, I love nothing more than sitting at his feet but my masters loving aftercare truly is a treat

No matter what fun we've had, no matter the style of kinky play, afterwards he cares for me in a gentle tender loving way

He will bath me and dry me off, tend to my marks and anywhere I'm sore, then scoop me up in his arms and carry me across the floor

Lay me on his great big bed, then tuck me in so tight, then lay down next to me, we hug throughout the night

Then in the morning I write about it on my diaries page, safely locked up in my special place, inside my masters cage

THE KINKY POET 

Your playtime

Hands bound above your head, you're naked hanging bare, you are blindfolded with a silk scarf but you can feel I'm there

I run the flogger down your back, you get a tingle on your skin, your nipples start to harden as the anticipation grows within

The moment that the flogger strikes, you scream out a sexual cry, you feel the endorphins running wild, you get a pain lust high

The leather gnaws at your flesh, with each strike it cuts in deep, you get such a orgasm as your blood just starts to seep

Your juices started running I decide to take a dip, I push my fingers deep inside, I take myself a sip

I turn you around on the hook, so I can play with and suck your tits, I'm making sure I leave my mark, whilst fingering your slit

Soon you are thrashing around, I have got you on the edge, you start to beg me to let you cum, so I make you wait, then push you off that ledge

Legs buckled you're hanging on the hook, your playtime has been done, I hope you enjoyed the flogger dear, I'm sure you had some fun

THE KINKY POET 

Christmas dream fairy

Christmas is coming, I just don't know what to do, I put a dream on my Christmas list, I want just one night with you

Snuggles on a big fur rug, in front of a roaring fire, sharing kisses romantically is my one desire

Holding you in my arms, our bodies skin to naked skin, under the light of the fire place, we indulge in Christmas sin

You are so very beautiful I touch your every sensual curve, I've been a good poet this year so this gift I do deserve

Sipping mulled wine with chocolates, we share this Christmas treat, as far as I'm concerned this gift just can't be beat

Mistletoe above us by Christmas law we have to kiss, again our lips blend as one, the taste is such pure bliss

You are my Christmas dream fairy, I want to be your poet Elf, just come to me on Christmas eve and simply help yourself

THE KINKY POET 

The edge

Let me take you to the very edge and leave you hanging there, you're desperate for that final push but I don't seem to care

Lapping and licking my tongue brings you closer than before, now you're getting frantic, you need a little more

Creeping ever closer, your body wanting you to cum, I'm just hanging back, I'll decide when that deed is done

I'm in complete control, tonight your pussy's mine, I will leave you on heaven's edge, for the longest

Pinned down on the bed, you can't even raise your hips, so you can't force my tongue to rub harder on your lips

You are at my mercy, I have all the power and control, I'll decide when you cum, my sexy little doll

Anticipation building, your need for release is strong, I've left you on the edge, for what seems so very long

All of your begging and pleading has fell upon deaf ears, I will push you when I like, I go slowly through my gears

Each lick is deeper, their getting faster all the time, soon I might let you cum but the decision will be mine

I can see the ache in your eyes, feel the want between your thighs, you are getting frantic, I hear your moans and sighs

Then I decide to put you out your misery, I make you cum with such a whoosh, released from orgasms edge, it only took a push

THE KINKY POET 

Perfect gift

Well it's nearly Christmas I've got my letter for Santa written, I've been quite a good poet this year and there's only one gift by which I'm smitten

I hope Santa thinks I'm deserving, I hope to find it underneath my Christmas tree, wrapped in lace and a pretty tag, saying it's a gift for me

For there's just one thing I want, I'd say it's a aching need, so please, oh please dear Santa don't make me beg and plead

Let me get the special gift, please bring it in your sack, let Rudoloh guide you to my door, I'm sure he's right on track

I will unwrap it carefully, cuddle it everyday and night, love it forever and always treat it right

I know i sound quite desperate, I guess that's just how it seems but the only thing I want for Christmas is the girl who haunts my dreams

So please Santa bring her, may your Reindeer travel fast and swift, bring her from inside my dreams, please bring my perfect gift

THE KINKY POET 

A kiss across the ether

A kiss across the ether lands gently on your moistened lips, my lips brushing yours as my tongue steals a few sips

I can taste your nectar, you taste like the finest wine, delicate and delicious, you truly are devine

I hope that I don't wake you, I pray my kiss just nestles on you whilst you sleep, then it blends into your dreams as inside your heart i creep

So for a fleeting moment i hope you felt my softest, sweetest kiss, sent from this poet, carrying a loving tender wish

So if you stir from your slumber, feeling you may not be alone, it might be the special kiss written about on this poets phone

If my kiss makes it's way across the void, I'll try to send you more, maybe my desire for you, might touch you to the core

I hope you feel me close to you, do you feel my warm embrace, I hope you get to dream of me, the thought makes my heartbeat race

So sleep well my girl, I hope we can meet in our dreams tonight, I will search for you in mine, i hope your there this night

So from this dream state kiss, I hope it brings you near, I pray a kiss across the ether, is felt sent by this poet here

THE KINKY POET