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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Visits at bedtime

Searching through my late night dreams, searching for things to write, from snippets into stanzas, brought to me at night

Lines of words that try to say, I wish that you were mine, not just in a sleepy dream, but now and in real time

I wonder if you're out there, somewhere other than in my dreams, they say we all have a soul mate, is she mine or is that just how it  seems

Where are you dream girl, I'm searching for some inspiration, give me a dream to write about, before the Sun causes separation

Spend a evening with me, let's kiss then let us spoon, let's make love while we can, the Sun will be here soon

Wrap yourself around me, entwine me like a beautiful vine, let me taste your pretty Rose, make your body mine

Give me inspiration, give me the words so I can rhyme, inspired by my dream girl, who visits at bedtime

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The rising of the Sun

I woke up this morning, with you still inside my head, remnants òf a romantic dream, in which we shared my bed

In my dream you were in my arms, your head listening to my heart, now in the cold light of day, again we are apart

But in my dream I kissed your lips, you tasted so devine, locked in a dream like state, you were simply mine

My hands ran across your skin, feeling every sensual curve, then I find your wetness, it's more than I deserve

A Goddess and a poet, how can this coupling work out right, I'm just glad your here with me, to share a lonely night

All that I could wish for, you're the girl who haunts my dreams, all my prayers have been answered or that is how it seems

It maybe fleeting moments, then again I'm on my own, simply with my memories, that I turn into poems on my phone

Then I send them out into the void, hoping somehow they'll get to you, maybe I'm someone's dream boy, I hope you feel it too

Two lonely hearts dreaming of a soul mate to share the night, both dreaming across the void, praying this will be their night

The night their dreams last forever and their love climbs out their heart and head, they make it to real world and really share a bed

No more need for hopeful dreams, together we'd be one, no need to worry what will happen, at the rising of the Sun

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Pleasure me,

Looking for a dream girl, one to call my very own, one I can write poetry for and share fantasies on my phone

She must have certain qualities, I also want to fulfil her needs, give her all her kinky wants, to do all her wanton deeds

I'd hope she was into dress up, I've real thing for some hot role play, we could be different characters, every single day

I'd hope she'd be into cock worship and a little degradation, I'd expect her to fulfil my commands without any explanation

I dream she has a Peachy ass, one so round and smooth, the sort of ass I could eat, when I'm in a hungry mood

A ass that would go across my lap, so I can give it a saucy spank, I hope everytime I landed on her, her master she would thank

I'd make sure that I left my mark, so she remembered I've been there, I'd also love her and adore her, with all my loving care

I'd still want her a little wild, a girl I'd have to try and tame, I'd want her to be submissive but still be very game

Have her own opinions, to say exactly how she feels, she also must know her place and bring her masters meals

I'd love her to be happy, to be mine but wild and free, to give just what she asks for when she says to me

"I give myself to you master, for all the world to see, now could you please get between my thighs, I'm begging you to pleasure me"

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My heartbeats pace

Can you feel my heartbeat, can you see my chest slowly rise and fall, each heartbeat calls out your name, do you hear my loving call

Reaching out across the void, I want you to feel my love, we are perfect for each other, we fit like hand in glove

When I close my eyes at night, you're the last thing on my mind, I hope it sparks off a romantic dream, of the loving kind

I hope to dream you're laying next to me, we meet in our special place, where I get to hold you in my arms and see your pretty face

In my dream you brush your lips, gently on my skin, the touch is so heavenly, so let our loving night begin

We share a lovely evening, in my dream there's only you, you showering me with your love and me showering my love on you

Our bodies entwined together, we have slowly blended into one, then I awake all alone at the rising of the Sun

Looking at the ceiling, I feel a tear run down my face, I let out a simple lonely sigh, as my heartbeat slows its pace

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Favourite bum

Baby you have a gorgeous ass, I swear it can't be beat, would you climb upon my face and slowly take a seat

I love to pat it as I go past, or give her a saucy little pinch, your ass is so delectable, I love every single inch

I love to watch her wiggle, I could watch her twerk all day, I can't help starring at her, I love to watch her sway

When you are across my knee, just before she gets a spank, inside I say a little prayer, to the God's I thank

For whoever made your gorgeous ass, did a job that's so devine, I feel blessed every single day, knowing that she's mine

I love to stroke her gently, I love the fact she's always within my reach, she is so very juicy, my sexy, horny Peach

Everytime I see her a hungry dirty thought springs in my mind, like I'm on my knees behind you, eating her or pounding her from behind

If I could choose any ass, babe your ass is my number one, I adore her and crave her, she is my favourite bum

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Haunting fog

The air is still on that cold dark night, you walk by the light of your mobile phone, somewhere in the darkness a noise tells you, that you are not alone

You search around as best you can, starring into the darkest night, now your feeling vulnerable, your heart races with the fright

Should you shout hello, but what happens if they answer back, it will home in on your voice, then they might attack

You start to walk quicker, but you feel they're getting close, you hear yourself praying to our God, our father and the Holy ghost

You begin to start running, looking for a comforting light, but you're surrounded just by loneliness there's no help for you tonight

You can here the noises getting closer, to you they seem so loud, there isn't even moonlight, it's hidden by a cloud

You didn't see the high kerb, next minute you've hit the floor, pain rushes through your knee, you're shaken to the core

Then it is upon you, you're alone in Londons haunting fog, you imagined it was like a new Jack the Ripper but it simply was a dog

Like you it was in the cold dark fog, unloved and all alone, you laugh then give him a stroke, then hobble your way home

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