THE KINKY POET

The first true kiss

You stand here before me, my heart pounding through my chest, I know I got to get this right, it's got to be the best

You take a step in closer, I guide you from the hips, my eyes are just fixated on your pretty painted lips

You are so very close now, I can feel your breath upon my face, it smells so very sweet, it makes my poor heart race

I know when we finally kiss, I'm supposed to close my eyes but I don't want to miss a moment of this wonderful surprise

I'd imagined I've kissed you, in my dreams we've shared much more, but this is not a dream, now I'm shaking to the core

At last we are close enough, our lips they lightly brush, I'm trying to contain myself, this is to good to rush

Then the moment happens and it's so much better than my dreams, I can feel the sparks fly, or that is how it seems

Tenderness turns to passion, I pull you into me so tight, we kiss for what seems a lifetime, we shared true magic on that night

No matter how many times we kiss, no matter how wonderful the bliss, nothing has ever compared to the moment, we shared our first true kiss

THE KINKY POET 

The playroom

He leads by your collar, you stop outside the playroom door, you're filled with excitement though you've been through this door before

The scent of fragranced candles great you as the door's swung open wide, your eyes adjust to the candle light as your led inside

Your master stops for a moment to admire the outfit that you're in, you know he's turned on by black lace, it moves his mind to sin

He unhooks his leading leash, then runs his hands across your curves, his rough hands brush your nipples, exciting every nerve

He moves up close behind you, he wraps you up so safe and tight, he gently kisses your pretty neck, before the fun that night

He leads you by your hand to his bed, he helps you take off your outfit made of lace, you can see he loves feeling it, there's pleasure on his face

He lays you naked on the bed, your wrist are bound then he ties your legs spread wide, you are at his mercy, what will he now decide

First he takes a silk scarf, you are plunged into the dark, excitement runs around your brain, your needs have now been sparked

Sight deprivation, you're left with the senses of smell and sound, you're left with the fragrance of candles and you hear him move around

Then the master starts his craft, he runs a feather across your skin, you feel every part of the quill as your night begins

Tickles and sensuous he flicks it off your pussy's clit, pleasure runs right through you, it moistens up your slit

Then he cups your harden nipples, he pulls them wearing a soft silk glove, the pain gives you pleasure, the master knows the things you love

Your body arches violently but the hot wax feels so very nice, instantly cooled off, when he touches it with ice

He makes you cum so many times until you've no more left to give, you are so happy to be your masters Sub, it's the life you love to live

Laying on a cum soaked bed, your bounds are then undone, the masters then showers you, then tells you, you're the one

You are his special girl, he then kisses you gently on your head, he leads you to his bedroom and puts you in his bed

Then he climbs in next to you, he tells you your masters always there, you love it when he's tender, he's great at aftercare

You spend the night in his arms, you're in his bed till noon, exhausted but satisfied from the fun you had, back in his playroom

THE KINKY POET 

Hard-core

I'm hungry for your body, I'm desperate for a taste, so today I'm gonna take you, there be no time to waste

I'm gonna rip your clothes off, just throw them on the floor, then take you with a passion, you've never had before

There be kissing hard and pinning down, you'll end up with some bites and marks, I'll do everything I've dreamed of, the desires that you've sparked

Spread your legs open wide, push them above your head, eat your pussy until you cum, then drag you off the bed

Bend you over your sofa, then take you from behind, use you like a playground, I have some dirty things in mind

Maybe force you on your knees, get you to suck my dick, force it deep until you gag but not to make you sick

Penatration in every hole, with my dick and your favourite chrome butt plug, buried deep within your ass, it fits so nice and snug

Then maybe I'll control your breathing, I'll give your throat a squeeze, tonight I'm gonna take control and do just what I please

I want to drown in pussy juice, so I'll sit you on my face, then pound your clit with my tongue, at a furious pace

If you're hoping for some romance, sadly tonight's there will be none, I'm just gonna use you hard and fast, until the morning Sun

So I hope you are ready, because as you step through the door, I'm just gonna pounce on you, tonight we go Hard-core

THE KINKY POET 

Visions in my head

Paralyzed in my bed at night, writing erotic poetry on my phone, I wonder are you're waiting in your bed, to read my poems on your own

Do you search each stanza, do you read between each line, looking for the words that say, I wish that you were mine

Are you laying in your bed, wearing lingerie of the softest, blackest lace, do you imagine me, touching you, In your warm damp place

When you read my erotic things in rhyme, do you imagine it was you, do you think what would it feel like, if it was just us too

When you're laying in your bed, reading my erotic rhymes, I'm here dreaming of you in black lace, getting inspired all the time

I close my eyes and reach out across the void I hope to feel your curves through the time and space, hoping when you touch yourself I can feel you in black lace

So stroke yourself through the lace, close your eyes and think of me, then wrap them up in sexual wishes and send them across the void to me

Send your thoughts across the void, let me receive them in my bed, let me feel your soft black lace and see your visions in my head

THE KINKY POET 

Do you ache

Do you feel like i feel late at night, when you're lying in your bed, do you have thoughts about a lover forming in your head

Do you ache for someone, someone to hold  so tight, to hold you safe within their arms, to share a tender night

Someone to feel skin to skin, with tender lips to kiss, to look into their caring face, would really be true bliss

Do you dream as I dream of that person you've been searching for, though they are a world away, it makes you want them more

Makes you want to share a dream, to be theTwo hearts that beat as One, a chance for fleeting happiness at least while there is no Sun

Maybe if we dreamed hard enough we could reach across the void, find some fleeting happiness in time and space and loneliness we'd avoid

So next time you have a dream, reach out with all your heart, hopefully we'll find each other though we're worlds apart

We may never touch each others flesh, or share a kiss for real, but if we can dream together, we'll know how it might feel

So try to find me in your dream, we're worth a  chance to take or do we go on hoping and go on living with the ache

THE KINKY POET 

Soft black lace

There's nothing more seductive than a dream girl in Black lace, clinging to a curvy body, with the shape I'd love to trace

Soft and very sexy, showing seductive glimpses of her skin, makes my mind start wander to the kinky side of sin

The lacey lingerie she's wearing makes a poet start to write in rhyme, turning my thoughts into stanzas, of a girl who's so devine

A dream girl in Black lace, inspires a poet to start to write, he hopes his words please her, when she's reading late at night

When she reads his homage can she see herself between the lines, images of her in Black lingerie, that feels so soft and fine

He hopes it makes want to dress up, slide into something made of soft Black sexy lace, he hopes when she looks at herself, there's a smile upon her face

She smiles knowing if the poet could see her now, he'd have a smile across his face, then he would get to writing poetry at a furious pace

Then she would have inspired him, to put down, his desires for a girl in just Black lace and how even just the thought of her, would cause his heart to race

THE KINKY POET 

Slave to Goddess 1-3

Slave to Goddess 1

The Dungeons dark, cold and quiet, then you hear footsteps at the door, then your cell is full of light as the door is swung once more

You have to squint your eyes they haven't seen much light this day, you only leave your dungeon cell, when master wants to play

You look forever at your feet and stop at the playrooms door, but your master keeps on walking, he's never done this before

You obediently follow him you go up some flights of stairs, this is all new to you, a very strange affair

Your eye become accustomed to the light, he stops outside a door, he opens it into a bedroom the likes you've never seen before

Everything is so beautiful, a bed all drapped in lace, wardrobes and a small table, with a mirror for your face

He walks up towards you he gently starts to raise your chin, as your eyes meet his face, you see a loving grin

He tells you take a shower, he points to another door, then find yourself a outfit, I'll be back for you at Four

There's make up on the table, make sure you look your best, then when I arrive at Four o'clock, I'll show you all the rest

THE KINKY POET 

Slave to Goddess 2

You see your master leaving, there's no lock upon the door, he's left you free in a place, you've not had this before

You run around in circles there's black lace underwear in the drawer, beautiful clothes and kinky outfits, things you just adore

You find a clock on the table you have loads of time to spare, you sit and start to wonder on why he's brought you there

Things and thoughts start running, your on a runaway train, it's too much to work out, you stop until you're calm again

You go into the shower, you step out your dungeon clothes, you think you better save them, as you pull the shower door to close

You spend forever in the shower, watching bubbles roll off your skin, as you wipe your body, your mind creeps off to sin

Your nipples harden to the gush of water, it glides down your sexy curves, it makes you start to tingle, it awakens every nerve

You want to start to touch yourself, you wonder do you have the time, it's the first time you've felt like this, you feel so dam devine

You resist the temptation, you wrap yourself in a soft warm towel and dry, you have time to lay down on the bed, you almost start to cry

You gather up your senses, pick some pretty silk stockings and matching underwear, then you go through the outfits, with such love and gentle care

Not knowing what comes at Four, you don't know what to wear, then you see the most sensual dress simply hanging there

You dry your hair carefully, your makeup is stunning though you think yourself, you slide on the long silk gown and pick shoes right off a shelf

You look in the mirror, my god is that really, truly you, you're done with Fifteen minutes to spare, now what's a girl to do

You keep looking in the mirror, you go and powders your pretty, nose, you then sits on the edge of the bed, holding a seductive pose

Then at Four the door opens wide, your master just stops and starts to stare, he shakes his head in disbelief at the Goddess sitting there

Panic floods over you, you asks have you done something wrong, he tell you no far from it, he hadn't seen anything quite as beautiful for so  long

He walks up and takes your hand he leads you to the door, he whispers you look like a angel, like I've never seen before

They step out the bedroom, he holds your hand as you walk he gives it a gentle squeeze then begins to talk

THE KINKY POET 

Slave to Goddess 3

He walks her into a huge room there's a dinning tables and two chairs, in the middle there's a fireplace with a roaring fire there

He pulls out your seat, then a waiter comes in to serve, before you can take a bite, there's things you just observe

A orchestra in the corner sitting waiting for their cue, you can't believe this is happening, especially for you

You decide to ask the question, there were answers that you crave, why his he doing all this for a simple slave

He reaches across the table, he puts your hand in his, he looks at her kindly, then simply whispers this

When I took you for my slave, I didn't expect you'd steal from me, do you know what you've stolen, its now why your sitting free

You quickly shake your head, you can't think what you've done, you tell him you've been honest, you swear it to the Sun

He smiled at her sweetly the thing you stole my sweet's my heart, I think about you all the time, I hate it when we are apart

So now please live with me, share a life with me I crave, let me treat you as a Goddess, when once you were my slave

THE KINKY POET 

Black lace and a pretty face

Ping goes my mobile phone, its a picture of your smiling face, then comes another of you wearing sexy lace

You look so very sexy, Black lace adorning your sexy curves, a picture so erotic, it's more than I deserve

I cannot take my eyes of it, you've really turned me on, now my mind is wandering, it didn't take that long

In my mind you glide across the floor, you sit upon my knee, you look and smell amazing, I can't believe that you're for me

I run my hand across your skin, to your neck I press my lips, I hear you let out a sensual sigh when I give your skin some nips

My hand feels you through your soft black lace, your nipples harden to my touch, you feel my manhood stiffening, has my hand slides towards your crutch

You spread your legs slowly as I run up inside your thigh, as I stroke you through lace panties they get wet just as you sigh

I slowly move them to the side, I start to stroke your Rose, my manhood is at full mast, my desire starts to grow

I slowly spread your petals, I slide a finger deep inside, I pull it out to taste your juice, it makes you open wide

I suck you off my fingers, I dance in circles on your clit, you begin to breath harder, the first orgasm arrived in a short bit

Juices flowing down my hand, I push another finger in, slowly I thrust them in and out, as I whisper words of sin

I tell you that I own you, you're a playground for my lust but you know that I adore you and this is built on love and trust

I pull down your wet panties now I'm wanting more, I push you down onto your knees, and toss the panties on the floor

I rub my shaft along your wetness, I push myself in deep, I feel juices running down your legs as again your pussy seeps

I'm pounding deep, I'm pounding hard, you push back with every thrust, we are in perfect symmetry fueled by love and lust

You begin to scream out loud, I want to hear my name, I love the thought of owning you, it's such a sexy game

We both come together your full of my creamy seed, you climb up to hold me tight, aftercare is all we need

Then I'm awake and all alone, looking at pics of your pretty face, that was one hell of a dream started by you wearing soft Black lace

THE KINKY POET 

My marks upon your skin

Stand here before me, I want to check your naked skin, you know what I'm looking for and when I see it I will grin

Somewhere on your body, to put a smile upon my face, I'm hoping to find my initials, written in a intimate place

Or something that says you're mine, I'll leave it up to you, as long as I can see, a mark for me, written fresh on you

Anything you come up with, so when we go about our day, we both know you are mine, whether we are at work or play

You can get elaborate, you can draw a symbol if that's what you crave, as long as I can see that, you followed the instruction that I gave

And when you've had a shower before you put yourself to bed, replace it with a new mark, so I'm always in your head

A reminder that our pact is real, to show we fit like hand in glove, it's not about just ownership, it's a sign of a deeper love

A sign of commitment, between a Daddy and his girl, now let me look for my mark, now baby slowly twirl

There it is you've made me smile, you've put a pounding in my heart, I love to know you carry me, when we are apart

So give me a cuddle then get dressed and let our day begin, I'll be smiling all the day, knowing my marks upon your skin

THE KINKY POET 

There's freedom in his cage

When your life seems crazy, it seems the whole world's in a rage, you will find peace, quiet and freedom, locked inside his cage

Locked up waiting for him to use you as your master so desires, releasing you to pleasure him, to ignite his sexual fires

Safely locked from the crazy world, it keeps your mind quiet and so still, you maybe his Submissive but you're not held against your will

The Cage is always open, it's there as your special place, you go there for some quiet time, to slow your heartbeats pace

But you are always safe with him, he would guard you with his life, thats why there's freedom in his cage, he'll protect you from all strife

He calls you his bird of paradise, you fly free inside his cage, your master loves your dearly, he wants to calm your sexual rage

He wants to give you all you need, he asked you to list them on a page, the first thing you wished for was your freedom within a masters
cage

THE KINKY POET