THE KINKY POET

Everyday

Babe I want your sexy body, each and everyday, I want to make love to you, in every single way

I'll be so soft and loving, kissing with tender loving care, or I'd nail you hard and fast, I'd pull you by the hair

Gently sharing moments, our love would be such bliss, cuming both together, exactly when we wish

Bent over the office desk, your panties pulled to the floor, no time for romance, just take you like a whore

Treat you like a princess, let my body warm you like the Sun, whispers romantic comments, saying you're the only one

On your back legs held high, spread you nice and wide or roll over half way, so I can do you on your side

Slow but deliberate strokes, my shaft sliding in real slow, lifting your hips to meet me as we both move lovingly too and throw

Or going like a dog on heat, pounding hard and fast, you screaming out my name, not knowing how long we'll last

I don't care how it's done, I just want to feel you near, making love not just in a dream, how I wish that you were here

Because babe I want your sexy body, what more can I say, please step out of my dreams tonight, babe come to me and stay

THE KINKY POET 

I was thinking about the kindness shown me on here. So here's a little thank you to you all for the support you've given and the friendship I've found on the Cage

Welcome to the Cage

Welcome to the Cage my dear, feel free to roam around, you might find a partner, to whom your soul is bound

There's plenty of free advice, on kinks you might explore, Ideas and fantasies, you'll want to read some more

Music to start your day, a place where you could make new friends, people who won't judge you, where everybody blends

A safe place to ask advice, where all your questions will get discussed, advice and safety tips from people you can trust

Reviews on sex toys, so you know if they're good or bad, which toys will make you cum and which ones will leave you dry and sad

Very sexy stories, people like to make you very wet, you should read a few, if you haven't read them yet

Kindness and compassion, people on here really care, if you reach your hand out, you'll find that they are there

And last but not least There's poetry, the thing I always write, trying my best to turn you on, when it's late at night

THE KINKY POET 

Spoon

Spooned together naked, I'm snuggled in behind, arms wrapped around you, in the loving kind

Gently kissing your pretty neck, my hands skip across your skin, I know we're being loving but my bodies craving sin

I'm trying to calm myself but my body has another plan, I can feel myself hardening, I'm such a hungry man

You feel me against your thighs, you push yourself against my cock, your dampness excites me, I'm hard now like a rock

You slide your hand behind you, then you guide me to your lips, you pull me in closer, soon inside it slips

Slowly I begin to thrust, you push back each time I move, soon we have perfect symmetry, we together hit the groove

You roll on your front, then move up onto your hands and knees, you tell me to get behind you, to take you as I please

Soon we are fucking, our passions wild and free, I've got you by the hair, you're gonna cum for me

You start to breath real fast, you scream and start to moan, I'm stuck in behind you taking pictures with my phone

Orgasm explodes from you, then you collapse flat on our bed, I still ain't cum yet but you look like you are dead

I guess I'll have to finish myself off, but then you take control, you get up from the bed, you push me until I roll

You simply take me in your mouth, you slowly start to suck, what a lovely way to thank me for the prior fuck

Soon I'm close to cuming, I grab your head and thrust, there's no way of stopping now, you'll swallow me I trust

Saited and exhausted, we lay under the waning of the moon, now the lust is over we both snuggle in to spoon

THE KINKY POET 

Pain play

Beat me, bite me, claw me, scratch me until I bleed, come on baby hurt me, you know the pain I need

Get out the flogger, I need hot wax dripped upon my skin, get out the nipple clamps, let the pain begin

Do the ropes up tighter, go pick out the biggest plug, yes I can take it in my butt, it'll fit me nice and snug

Let me bend across your lap, let me feel that bare hand sting, come on spank me harder, you know it is my thing

Add a little degradation, call me some filthy, nasty names, let be a slut for you, I live for painful games

The pain gives me focus, I feel your love through every nerve, oh please pinch my cliterus, it's the pain I do deserve

I've done all my chores today, I've done all the things you've asked, I've been such a good girl, I did all the things that I was tasked

So please master hurt me now, I know it's done with love and care, please make sure I feel it tomorrow, mark me everywhere

I want to feel you in the morning see your love marks left upon my skin, reminders of our pain play, our passion and our sin

THE KINKY POET 

Eating from above

I gently kiss your pretty Rose, her smell is oh so sweet, it looks like purest heaven, it's good enough to eat

I run my tongue along your petals, I make circles on her bud, your clit, you have the sweetest nectar, glistening on your slit

I place my lips onto yours, I can feel your pussy's heat, my tongue slides inside your petals, you truly are a treat

Your nectar runs from your Rose, you spread your garden wide, you raise yourself higher, so I can slide my tongue inside

I'm lost in that very moment, to share you is such bliss, to sip from your precious Rose, is my only wish

Your sex it tastes of heaven, blended with a hint of lust, your pussy's at my mercy, I'm honoured by your trust

You know though I'm ravenous, the need to please you is my aim, I control my wants of hunger, for tonight this is a lovers game

Romantic and loving, gently bringing you pleasure on this night, to make you feel desired, it's all about you tonight

There will be other nights, when on your flesh I will have gorged, when lust, needs and desires, are in passions fires forged

But not tonight, it's romance, with soft and gentle love, you guiding me by my head, as I'm eating from above

THE KINKY POET 

By yourself at home

You are the perfect neighbour, you go to church on Sundays come what may, but inside you are a kinkster, what would the preacher say

You go to work, you dress demure, all your colleagues don't have a clue, underneath this calm exterior, there's a Tigress inside of you

You never dress to flirty, your skirts are never short, you are a proper lady, like the way you have been taught

But sitting at your work desk, no one can read your mind, they don't know your fantasising and its the very dirty kind

No-one has seen you shifting uneasy in your office chair, they can't feel your wetness, dripping through your pubic hair

They can't see inside your head, see your tied up to a post, getting a beating off your master, it's the thing you love the most

You really want to touch yourself, just let your wild hands roam, but there's others in the office, so you'll have to wait till you get home

You could go to the restroom, but can you cum and make no sound, perhaps just a little stroke, of your needy mound

Then your pulled out your dream, by the ringing of your phone, it makes you wish you could work, by yourself at home

THE KINKY POET

Sunday worship

I've got to tear and rip your clothes off, my lust has got control, I got to have you naked, I want my baby doll

Now all you have is underwear, the bra comes off with just a tug, popping out your gorgeous breasts, from the place that they were snug

All that you've left Is panties made of the softest lace, you know they won't protect you, has I rip them off in haste

I stand back to look at you, my super sexy work of art, to me you are so perfect, I love you with all my heart

You simply stretch out your hand, you pull me in real tight, you whisper you're my playground and your body's mine tonight

You tell me to not hold back, let loose the hounds of lust, do anything I want with you, I have your total trust

We made love aggressively, we both made sure we left our mark, claws, bites and bruises brought on through our passions spark

The house looked like a war zone, furniture thrown about the place, remnants of wild erotic sex, put a smile across my face

Wow that was a passionate night, we fucked in every room, orgasms coming thick and fast, I felt my world go boom

Now we better clear up, put everything back as it was before, then we can shower and go off to church, where you look so demure

Sitting at Sunday worship, none of the congregation would ever know, how you switch into a Tigress, when you start to go

One hand on your prayer book, the other on my knee, you look so pure and innocent but you're not fooling me

As soon as we get in the car, we're gonna find somewhere to park, then I'm going to play with you, to ignite your passions spark

THE KINKY POET 

Be still my beating heart

Yes i know it's just a dream, but even a broken poet can hope for love, pray for a miracle, for a Angel sent from up above

Someone who can see past his broken body and see inside his heart, to see that he is worthy, of giving true love a start

A person who understands what they see isn't just a broken shell, but a loving caring person, who writes poetry as well

Still capable of tenderness, of making sure their number one, making them feel special and he'd never stop until it's done

A man who writes of romance, of desires of the flesh and lust, someone you can count on, a man who they can realĺy trust

He dreams is she out there, is she capable of seeing past his wheelchair and his bed, but love him for the real him and not what she just sees instead

So now he goes off to dream, the search for his love must start, will he find her in his dreams, be still my beating heart

THE KINKY POET 

Hand and glove

Romance and desire, they go together just like hand and glove, but they can also seem world's apart they're different forms of love

Romance is hearts and flowers, wrapped in a warm embrace, desire comes from a sexual lust, it's often seen on a person's face

Desire is a hunger, grown and felt from deep within, a burning flame of passion, flamed by the need for sin

Romance is holding hands on long walks and watching the setting of the Sun, sending lovng messeges, proclaiming they're the one

Desire is aggressive interactions, with nothing held back in bed, wild nights of passion, brought on by fantasies in your head

Romance can last forever, if you truly.find that special one, that feelng of being complete, then you know your search is done

Desire burns so fiercely, its not often a eternal flame, its lasts but a short time, then only memories and the embers still remain

But both Romance and desire, are both forms of how we love, though they may be different they go together just like hand and glove

THE KINKY POET 

Magic Wand

If I had a magic wand, I'd simply give it a little wave, then you'd step out from my dreams to give me all I crave

With a flick of my wrist you'd be tied up, or spread out on the floor, you would switch from innocent Angel to my kinky sexy whore

I'd use some levitation, to get you floating in mid air, high enough to lick you out, with not much room to spare

We could fuck anywhere, you would just have  to name the place, your erotic desires all fulfilled, just the thought makes my heart race

Dungeons, Castles, or on some warm exotic sandy beach, there's no where I wouldn't take you, no fantasy is out of reach

Everything you may desire, every kinky thing that you could wish, instantly happening, all I'd have to do is swish

I'd only want one wish, that would simply be to have you here, to kiss your lips in real life, to have you close and near

Endless toys and gadgets, you'd be dressed up in all the things I'm fond, the world would be our Oyster if I had a magic wand

THE KINKY POET