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 

Between your thighs

Lay there in your comfy bed, drift off and close your eye's, imagine me with you, my head between your thighs

Spreading your pretty lips, to get to the bud inside your Rose, kissing her so gently, has the excitement starts to grow

Petals parted by my thumbs, my tongue probing on your clit, licking, flicking, lapping, stealing the juices from your slit

Juices running freely, you beg me " Please my love don't stop", there's no chance of me stopping babygirl, I want every drop

Waves of orgasm come constantly, they crash against your shore, I start to eat you deeper, I want to bring you more

Your hands are on my head, you grind against my face, I stick some fingers in, I thrust them hard with pace

You begin to rise and fall, with perfect timing you roll your hips, you go up as my tongue goes down, you assist me with my dips

Your breathing getting faster your heart races, so fast it starts to beat, now you're laying in a wet fantasy, you better change that sheet

Silently you control your breath, now I'm gone that's no surprise, but you've been left saited and wet between your thighs

THE KINKY POET 

The dungeon door

The bright light blinds me, as you open up the dungeon door, this could only mean one thing, the mistress want some more

Unchained from the wall, I'm led directly to her bed, first she gives me water, then asks has her slave been fed

I nod to her to say I had, my eyes fixed firmly on the floor, I must never make eye contact, with the Queen that I adore

She runs her hands across my skin, she orders me to shower, she sounds so loving and caring, but you can feel her power

I shower quickly then get dried, I'm now ready to be her toy, she lays me down on the bed, tonight I'm her special boy

She tells me not to touch her with my hands, i must not touch her skin, then she starts to suck my cock, so let her fun begin

She loves to tease and take control, I must not make not make a sound, she bites me, for a reaction, but by her words I am bound

No touching, no noise, just take what she has to give, I'm there just to be her toy, this is how her slave must live

She climbs on to my cock, still my arms are by my side, she tries to make me lose control, as she begins to ride

Claws deep in my chest, she's grinding hard down on my dick, I still remain stone like, imagining I'm somewhere else does the trick

She soaks me with her cum, she says I'm her favourite whore, then she tries to make me cum, but I hold firm so more

I'm on the edge of orgasm, I feel like I will explode, I close my eyes and think of normal things, trying to keep my load

Then she steps off me, I'm ordered now to wank, I'm so close to cumming, it just takes a little yank

I did as I was told, the mistress has had her controlling way, she smiled and patted my arse as I was led away

Back to my empty cell, chained against the wall once more, left alone in darkness, behind the dungeon door

THE KINKY POET 

The Cat whose got the Cream

Oh to be beside you, to have you laying in my arms, looking down into your face, being mesmerized by your charms

Feeling your body next to mine, entwined we feel like one, sharing the night together, until we greet the new days Sun

Kisses raining down on you, I smother you with love, I'm looking at a Goddess, whilst I'm on my elbow up above

Watching your smiling face, to see love returned with your eyes, knowing you're the perfect girl, to me is no surprise

Your perfect smile, your perfect curves, everything about you is so right, I can't believe you are here, to share my lonely night

To feel you run your hands on me, truly is such bliss, I'd love to have you with me all the time, would be my perfect wish

It would feel amazing, I'd be the Cat whose got the Cream, if I could only get you, to step out from my nightly dream

THE KINKY POET 

If I could be your mirror

If i could be your mirror, I'd get to see you every day, I'd help you.pick out outfits, for your work, your rest and play

I'd see you put on makeup, I'd watch you brush your hair, a chance to spend sometime with you, a chance to just be there

To be there when you have self doubt, when you're not sure you are enough, to show you how gorgeous you are, when life seem a little tough

To show you the Queen you are, to show you the girl I see, a reflection of your beauty, of the Goddess who stands in front of me

Trying hard to make you see, the Goddess I see each day, I can only hope oneday you see yourself, I can only hope and pray

So if I was your mirror, you'd have a reflection full of love, I'd be there hanging on your wall, looking down from high above

Then everytime you stopped by, I'd hope to see you smile, then I'd know that you're happy and my job would be worthwhile

THE KINKY POET