THE KINKY POET

Poetry arrow

My poetry is like a speeding arrow, aiming for your heart, hoping to hit it's target though the distance is dreams apart

Flying through the ethereal plain, shooting through the void, hoping that you catch it, and my words you don't avoid

With a quiver full of stanzas, and a bow that's made of rhyme, I let another poem loose, to tell you that you're mine

A reminder sent true and fast, my arrow brings my words that's true, about all my inner feelings and the nightly dreams I have of you

I can only hope they find you, I hope they landed where I aimed, now you can feel the way I feel, I hope you feel the same

Sending arrows out into the void, trying to find the girl of my dreams, may sound kind of crazy but it's not as silly as it seems

Who knows what if one strikes home, and my dream girl feels this rhyme, she may send back her arrow, to show me she is mine

THE KINKY POET

In the mood

Creeping through the woods at night, like a wolf whose on the hunt, looking for a victim, he's hungry for some cunt

He listens very quietly, he smells your body scent wafting on the air, now he is on your trail but you don't know he's there

You wander through the woods at night, you do not fear the dark, little did you know that night, the trouble that you've sparked

You never heard him coming, there was nothing but silence all around, the next thing you realised you were pin down on the ground

He was over powering, there was no point in trying to put up a fight, he had you at his mercy, you was his tonight

He rips all your clothes off, he has you laying bare, but even during this ordeal he takes the time to stare

Then he sinks his teeth into your flesh, he's clawing at your skin, then he rolls you on your front, he wants to start his sin

You feel him as he enters you, it was such a forceful fuck, but pain was mixed with pleasure, you couldn't believe your luck

You raise yourself to take him in, sexual pleasure in the woods, you didn't try to struggle, even though you knew you should

Once he had fucked you, he just left you laying there, used, bruised and naked, but the lone wolf didn't care

Slowly you get up, you wrap yourself in your Cloak of red, you pull it around you, pulling the hood around your head

Laying all around you, lays a basket and your clothes, not quite the ending to the story we all know

Poor Red Riding Hood, now grandma's got no food, because you were caught by the big bad wolf, when he was in the mood

THE KINKY POET 

Told it to me straight

Words woven with a forked tongue, still drips honey in your ear, words that your heart desires, just to draw you near

Telling you the things you hope to hear from that special one, whispers creep into your heart at the setting of the Sun

A phrase that has two meanings, depending on how that phrase is read, confusions always possible, when you're alone in your bed

Do you try to read between the lines, try to see more that's what's been wrote, do you cling onto them like a life raft, to keep your hopes afloat

Easily wires get crossed and things aren't how they seem, reality is often far from hope or how you see it in a hopeful dream

You can only interpret the words you read or hear, you just hope you got it right, then pray that you have no need to fear, when you sleep at night

And all is well in what you've read, truth and honesty will guide your fate, hoping communication has got it right and told it to me straight

THE KINKY POET 

Of this single kiss I wish

Romance, passion, emotions, fires made from a single kiss, that very special moment, it truly is such bliss

Love could blossom from it, or just a moment caught in time, but no matter what comes of it, for that moments now wrote in rhyme

The kiss initiates each other, as we entwine and become as one, sharing each others sexualfantasies, till we greet the morning Sun

A kiss can be the last goodbye, as love walks out the door, a forever lasting reminder, that love lives here no more

A kiss can be on the cheek, to show a love between some friends, a hello or a goodbye kiss, to show true friendship never ends

So whether it be very sexual or a kiss for just a mate, each kiss means something, it has a power to decide your fate

One kiss could lead to love, be the one that wins a heart, so use your kisses wisely, or true love may soon depart

So make sure your lips are moistened, as you go searching for that kiss, the kiss that brings you love and happiness, of this single kiss, I wish

THE KINKY POET 

I need

Could you do me a favor, tie me up real nice and tight, then pick your favourite paddle, then give me a little spank

Bring that lovely paddle down, baby leave your special mark, the pain runs through me my passion starts to spark

Let me feel that lovely sting from that riding crop, thrash me with it nice and hard, I beg you please don't stop

Tonight I need you to give me love, in a painful kinda way, so get out the bull whip it's time for us to play

Beat me, whip me, give me the gnawing pain i need, mark me, bruise me, I want you to make me bleed

You obviously know I like the pain, it makes my life seem whole, the need is just a part of me, it resides inside my soul

So when I ask you to tie me up, when I ask you to do the deed, understand it's not about the pain, it's just a sexual need

THE KINKY POET 

Seeing clear

When you are struggling and world continues to turn, and your prayers are left unanswered, they ignore the things you yearn

When there's no helping hand, you feel run down and beat, everything's a battle, again you face defeat

You look for a certain someone, to stand right by your side, someone to chase the hurt away, so you'll never need to hide

To be there when you need a hand, someone for you to hold, whose love can bring you a inner warmth, to chase away the cold

When the skies are full of the darkest clouds, your tears they fall like rain, someone to dry those tears, to help you heal your pain

I'm sure there's someone out there, to be your shinning Knight, to help you with your struggles, to help you put things right

So let me give you a clue, the next time you feel alone, look for the poet, who lives inside your phone

Though he may be miles away, kept by worlds apart, remember you are not alone, he's always in your heart

No matter how bad you struggle, your poet is always near, to help and support you, so you can see more clear

THE KINKY POET 

Come into my life

Miles away drifting resting tired in my empty bed, thoughts start to wander, to the girl of my dreams I'm led

No matter what I'm doing, doesn't matter how busy I can be, there's always a spare moment, when a thought just comes to me

I could be in a crowded room, or just sitting on my own, I think of you and poetry starts to appear on my mobile phone

You're simply my inspiration, you are my Queen, my muse, everything I write is from my heart, I swear it is no ruse

A thought of you can make my pulse race, has you run around my veins, my breathing gets quicker, endorphins flood my brain

It's nice to have you always with me, as I go about my day, but I love it when it's dream time and you come here to play

When I get to hold you tight, when we're laying skin to skin, making love and sharing us, so let my dream begin

So I will lay here patiently, trying to relax and forgetting my daily strife, waiting for my dream girl, to come into my life

THE KINKY POET 

The magic name

Do I call you my Goddess, or simply say you're the girl of whom i dream, maybe I should call you babygirl or call you, my one and only Queen

But what's truly in a pet name, does it portray the way I feel, does it show I adore you, does it show my love is real

If I call you babygirl, does it mean I love you more, or is my Queen a more fitting name, does it reach into your heart and core

I could call you my Flower, a Rose by any other name, does that sound more loving, or are they all the same

I wish I knew the name to use, one that would help me steal your heart, capture you from across the void, though we're miles apart

What should I call you, is there some name that still remains, or do my poems show you my love and there's no need for a special name

Am I grasping at straws or is this just some sort of naming game, as long as you know how I feel, I suppose there's nothing in a name

THE KINKY POET 

On the prowl

Hungry like a Lion, I slowly pace back and forth and prowl, I can smell you in the wind, I'm on the hunt right now

Your sex as reached me from far away, now there's nowhere for you to run, I'm gonna hunt you down like prey, I'm gonna make you cum

Pin you down and make you mine, I'll take you real hard with force, fucking you hard from behind, like lions do of course

Sinking my teeth into your flesh, the male must leave his mark, aggression mixed with desire, my sexual hunger has been sparked

Like prey on the African plain, I've got you on the run, you try though its useless, your weak resistance is dead and done

Submit like a lioness, let your conqueror have my way, then i might take you gently in a caring loving kinda way

But if you put up a fight, if you want it nice and rough, i will fuck you hard and fast, until I've had enough

Then I will pound you very hard, I'll make you scream and howl, this is what happens when you are prey and I am on the prowl

THE KINKY POET 

Outside our dreams

I'm sure she must be out there, somewhere I'll find my Queen, or am I cursed to loneliness except when I'm in my dream

Is she only a figment of my hearts wishes, a Queen who isn't real, is she just a need I have, to love, to care and feel

Is she out there in the void, looking also for her King, someone to make her life complete, and the happiness it would bring

A King and Queen together, would be a fairytale come true, but for now I wander through my dreams, still searching just for you

I wonder do you do the same, when alone at night in bed, do you imagine someone like me, a King designed inside your head

Made to fit all your needs, to fulfil your empty heart, to make you feel less lonely, though we're worlds apart

You could make my life complete, I could do the same it seems, if only we could find each other, in a world outside our dreams

THE KINKY POET