THE KINKY POET

To who it may concern

Please can I be your special freak, use me as your toy, do to me has you wish, just let me be your boy

Tie me up, tie me down, share me with your special friends, I don't care what happens to me, as long as the kink just never ends

I'm versed in good behaviour, I have manners and respect, I'm sure you can tell already, I'll do all that you expect

Just give me the chance to prove myself, I always do as I am told, I will treat you like the Queen you are, I'm honest, true and bold

Yes there are so many Subs, I guess they say the same, but I'm looking to share a lifetime, to me it's not a game

I want to be a true submissive, I want to serve you all my life, to make your life go easier, to help you avoid all strife

Thank you for your consideration, your domination I hope to earn, thank you for reading my C.V, to who it may concern

THE KINKY POET 

Halloween outfit

Yes it's nearly Halloween, what costume will you wear, has long as it looks sexy babe, I don't really care

You could be a Voodoo doll, you can cast a spell on me, looking like you're sewn together, just looking as cute as you can be

Maybe Red Riding Hood, with a basket full of treats, if you're not wearing panties, you'll be good enough to eat

Maybe a sexy Harlequin, with your hair put up in tails, super cute in fishnets and shorts, it's a look that never fails

Wonder woman now she is hot, or batgirl she looks pretty cute, perhaps a sexy pied piper, then you could play my flute

Maybe you could be super sexy Elvira the Princess of the dark, or a horny devil, whose passions fires spark

I guess no matter what you choose, to me only one outfit is the best, its when you're naked wearing me, that one's far better than the rest

So every night is dress up night, I don't have to wait for Halloween, I just take you in my dreams and make you moan and scream

THE KINKY POET 

Blood Red Riding Hood

You made a mistake today, walking through my woods, you look pretty dressed in Red, with a basket full of goods

I watched you the other week as you went to see your dear grandma, but today I'm feeling hungry, so you won't get that far

I can see you are oblivious to me creeping in from close behind, that sweet song gives me cover, continue up you'd be so kind

Just a little further into the woods, so you've nowhere you can run, then I'm gonna eat you, for you your life is done

Grandma will wonder where you are, she will miss you too, I guess she'll have to feed herself and do all the things you do

Closer ever closer, you are just skipping merrily away, you don't know I'm behind you, that death has come your way

I am just about to pounce, you turn, you smile, you shrug, you pull out your shiny Colt .45 and make me grandma's furry rug

So now I'm laying on her ground, I'm the rug on which she wipes her feet, a lesson to the young Wolf's be careful who you try to eat

For though they may look innocent, in their cloak of Scarlet Red, if you pick the wrong fairytale character, you might just end up dead

THE KINKY POET

Things that work

My arms were made for loving, designed to hug you tight, to comfort and protect you, to make the wrong seem right

To hold you securely if you're frightened by the dark, to ignite a night of passion, they can also be that spark

On the end of my arms are gadgets, designed to entwine with yours, fingers mingled in lovers knots, as my hand slides into yours

Arms long enough to reach anywhere, they take my hands to every curve, they can also bring you dinner, their Queen they live to serve

When they run across you skin, my hands stop at your beating heart, so I can memorise its rhythm, for when we are apart

Designed to bring you flowers, or chocolates to your door, to hug you hello or to say goodbye, you can feel they ache for more

Feeling you so close to me, I'm thankful for the use of hands and arms, without them I couldn't write you poetry, about your loving charms

So though I might be broken and you are so far away, I'd give all a broken poet can give, to love you every day

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