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 

Passion burns bright

The passion is ignited, the fires burn so high and bright, you are all consuming, I hope I dream of you tonight

Just a thought of a single kiss, or to feel you skin to skin, my mind goes into overdrive and the poetry begins

Everytime my heartbeats, you rush around my veins, you fill my heart with erotic needs, each breath it calls your name

I close my eyes and drift off, the hunt for you was on, trying to spend sometime with you, before the night has gone

Hunger, desire and a wonton need, now my bodies loaded full of lust, you started a inferno, to stoke it is a must

Feed my needs with your body, I'm addicted to your juice, let me take you every way, let's play real fast and loose

Your passions fuel mine, we both feed off each others desire, the collision of our lust, explodes like some St Elmo's fire

Lust has such a power, once tasted it's a drug you won't forget, you want it, I need it, so let's share without regret

THE KINKY POET 

I hear

I swear I hear your pussy, it's calling out my name when you're open wide, it's calling for me to bring my tongue and push it deep inside

I kneel myself before you, you're laying on the edge of our bed, I kneel down before you and quietly bow my head

I slowly work up your silky thighs, I'm simply heaven bound, kissing each thigh intermittently, until I reach your moistened mound

I hear you gently release a sigh, as you feel me kiss your lips, already you are wet for me, so I lap up a few small drips

Your reach down and spread yourself, I see your inner Pink, I push my tongue in slowly, lapping as I think

Thinking I'm in heaven, I believed such beauty was out my reach, but here I am at heaven's gate, tasting your finest Peach

Bringing you such pleasure is a honour of which I'm proud, I love to hear you sigh and moan or scream my name out loud

So anytime you need me, know that I'm always very near, let your pussy call my name, I promise that I'll hear

THE KINKY POET 

Crazy train

My mind is going crazy, you're always on my brain, racing through my fantasies like some unstoppable crazy train

I can't control where we go, there's no way for me to steer, I have no clue of our destination, I only know i need you near

Racing to a fantasy, we play it out within my dreams, then we hurtle off to the next one, well at least that's how it seems

From dress up to bondage and all forms of kinky, sexy play, I can't stop thinking of you, right throughout my working day

Knowing every kinky thought, will produce a fantasy in rhyme, I can't stop writing, they're about you all the time

My perfect Rose, my sexy dream girl, the one i just adore, you fill my dreams with happiness, no boy could want you more

I wish upon the first star at night, I wish on it hoping that it's true, I would only want one wish, to simply be with you

For you to step out of my dreams, put the brakes on this crazy train, be there when I wake up and not be just a poem in my brain

But I know that's unlikely, so there's one choice that must remain, take my hand and climb aboard, let's ride this crazy train

THE KINKY POET