THE KINKY POET

Devil and the Angel.....Why choose

The Devil sat on the left side, the Angel on the right, both whispering in your ear, so who will you choose tonight

The Devil promises all of your dreams, he can fulfill your carnal desires, but the Angel warns if you take that path, you'll burn in eternal fires

The Angel says his way is best, it's the path that leads to all things light, the Devil says all that path leads to a boring kind of night

Devil offers all your desires, there are no rules within his lust, all you must do is sell your soul, in him just give your trust

The Angel just bows and shakes his head, he knows he's lost this war, he tried to save your immortal soul but he can do no more

Then to his surprise you first look left, then you turn back to the right, you then say you need both of you, there's no need to fight

You know how to have my fun, that made the Devil grin, you'd only do what's allowed, you'd never break a sin

You need both Dark and Light, to have a balanced life you've found, whilst the Devil is your kinky side, the Angel keeps me safe and sound

THE KINKY POET 

Just wanted to wish all the Kinksters across the pond a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING 

Enjoy your day peeps.

Love and light 

THE KINKY POET XXX

Peach

Soft warm and gentle, the feeling when it's on my face, the sensation of it brushing my lips, makes my desires race

The smell of her freshness, makes me want her flesh within, it starts a growing hunger, always born from sin

I love to kiss the outside skin, then I peel it open wide, there is the soft wet fruit, I see the juice inside

Looking so very delicious, I watch the juices start to drip, I don't want any to go to waste, so I move in for a sip

The taste of it so spectacular, this forbidden fruits devine, If only whilst in my dream, this gorgeous Peach is mine

I eat it with such passion, I feel it dancing on my tongue, it's juices running down my throat, until the night is done

Then sadly the night is over, you're no longer in my reach, but if I close my eyes tight enough, in my mind I see your Peach

THE KINKY POET 

Don't give in

Searching through the universe, looking for that soul, hunting for that one person who can complete you, surely is your goal

Searching high and looking low, you tear the world apart, looking for the special one, to complete and mend your broken heart

You wonder if they're out there, is their existences even real, sometimes you don't think so, it's a painful way to feel

But you still go on searching, you must never give up on hope, you see things that inspire you, they give you strength to cope

The warmth of the Summer sun, the deepest crimson Rose, even smells can give you hope as they creep up your nose

A perfume or a fragrance may bring a dream to mind, or maybe just a person, who treats you nice and kind

A person you see everyday, or the one who haunts your sleep, who knows when if you'll find them and self doubt might start to creep

We all have dark days when you don't believe but to self doubt is no sin, just know tomorrow it may happen so hold on and don't give in

THE KINKY POET 

Make me yours

Take me and tie me up, lock me in your sex slaves cage, cuff me and gag me, use me to sate your sexual rage

Take out all your sexual tension, I'll get down on my knees, tell me what you want of me, I only want to please

Dress me up how you like, I'll do my hair and paint my face, go pick your favourite outfit, we both you'll pick some lace

Let me just sit at your feet, I so want to settle there, I want you to show me love, with gentle love and care

Give me things to do, I'll complete them throughout the day, then you could reward your good girl, with some kinky play

I'll listen to your every order, I'll diligently do each task, fulfil them to the best of my ability, no matter what you ask

Use me as your plaything, my bodies yours to own, don't forget take pictures, to keep on your mobile phone

So when we are not together, no matter where my master may just roam, to remind him what's in store for him, the moment he gets home

Whether I'm standing or I'm kneeling, even when I'm on all fours, I'm here for you master, just take me, make me yours

THE KINKY POET 

Dream weaver

What desires and sexual fantasies hide deep inside your brain, have you fulfilled them all or are there some that still remain

Are they so far out there the are kept way down deep inside, stuff you dare not explain, no one would get them if you tried

Or are they of the softest kind, stuff some would call quite plain, maybe it is Roll play or a simple bondage game

No matter what your desires are, I hope they come your way, I hope you find happiness, each and everyday

I'd love you to tell me, let me write them down in rhyme, so you can read your fantasies. Have them with you all the time

Just written for you, so you can keep them hidden on your phone, to read when you feel the need, when you're on your own

Maybe to inspire self play or just to make you think and smile, to take you to your fetish world, if only for a while

So whisper me your secrets and as a poet I'll try to please ya, let me rhyme your fantasies, be your own dream weaver

THE KINKY POET 

Shared inside my head

Moulded together though we were made of clay, blended for an eternity, we were made into one, in a loving way

Hands clasping holding, our fingers were so entwined, knotted in a loving hold her pretty little hand in mine

Her eyes fixed on me, I'm mesmerized by her pretty smile, locked in a romantic glance, just the two of us for a while

The warmth of her breath on my face, we are laying cheek to cheek, a million words said in silence, we had no need to speak

For somewhere in those moments, I could hear her in my mind, tenderly whispering her poetry, of the loving kind

I heard her and she heard me, then it was time to kiss, I felt her softness touch me, it was more than I could wish

It was like all the stars shone brighter, even the moon put on its biggest shine, at last we were as one in my dreams at last the girl was mine

Her flawless skin pressed on mine, our heartbeats synchronised as one, together in my dream world, we await the morning Sun

With the Sun I start to wake I'm sad alone, lost within my bed, but grateful for the moment, we shared inside my head

THE KINKY POET 

Nothing left to hide

Darling take you clothes off, you have no need to hide, I want to see your body, I've a powerful hunger deep inside

Yes I've had glimpses, in my dreams your wearing lace but I'd love to see all of you, standing naked face to face

I can always help you, we can hang your outfit on my door, then I can see the parts of you, I've never seen before

Looking at this Goddess, your figures full of sexy curves, a beauty made by the God's, worth more than any mortal could deserve

I want to see every inch of you, let me map you with my eyes, when I say Your beautiful, please know that I tell no lies

In my eyes I behold a Goddess, with a beauty so devine, I would sleep forever to keep this dream girl mine

I hope you feel my passions, can you feel my desires deep inside, I hope one dream you'll come to me, with nothing left to hide

THE KINKY POET 

Goddess of my dreams

The Statuesque beauty simply wanders through my dreams, like a vision of Aphrodite, a Goddess to me she seems

Her beauty is mesmerising, her skin Flawless beyond compare, she simply takes my breath away, just by standing

Like a sculpture carved from marble, her curves are artistically shaped and made, like anything of real beauty, her looks will never fade

Like a famous work of art, in a museum for all to see, she visits nightly in my dreams, a private viewing just for me

A vision of a famous Goddess, Aphrodite comes to mind, a lady of such beauty, of the rare and wonderous kind

In rhyme I try to do her justice but the words I cannot find, to explain how beautiful she really is, this Goddess from my mind

So I can only try my best, to try to describe her with words put in a line, if I can convey only half of how she looks, I guess that will be just fine

Wracking my brain for stanzas, looking for the words I need to say, I hope I get to dream of her tonight, I hope she comes and plays

THE KINKY POET 

Vanilla world

We all have many secrets, some hidden deep inside our soul, desires about that special one who shares our world, to find them is our goal

You keep your thoughts to yourself, secrets kept inside your head, fantasies kept to yourself, until you're tucked in bed

All your deepest fantasies, things you see within your dreams, sharing everything with the one, or that's just how it seems

Tied up, pinned down, doing all your sexy, kinky desires, a evening full of lust and love, together fanning the sexual fires

In your mind your thoughts are safe, they're yours and yours alone, locked away deep inside until it's time to play, when you're on your own

Flogging or being flogged, whatever style's your choice of play, you keep your needs to yourself, forever hidden come what may

For this is a Vanilla world, so your kinks kept a secret, you hide it safe and sound, hidden in your darkest thoughts, we're they just can't be found

THE KINKY POET