THE KINKY POET

The goddess and the poet

I am just a humble poet, a man who writes of love in rhyme, she was a Goddess, a beauty for all time

I would write her stanzas, to tell her how i feels, lines to enthrall and please her, to show my love is real

Each word to tell the world, of the beauty within her face, to explain how it would feel, to share loves sweet embrace

I hope the Goddess reads my words, i pray they touch her heart, can she feel the romance, though we're miles apart

Can words reach across the void, sent from my poet soul, sent to find the Goddess, is my only goal

Would a Goddess read my work, would the Goddess take the time, would she even read my words, though they're quite devine

Does she care what this poet writes, would she be interested in my rhyme, would she send a messege back, to say that she is mine

My words are sent like a special gift, wrapped within a bow of rhyme, sent to please my Goddess, a gift to last all time

THE KINKY POET 

Up the arse

Tied up, tied down, absolutely anyway would do, just to have you to myself, to be alone with you

Hand cuffed or in shackles, my work ties would hold you down, making you bound and helpless, so I could go to town

Legs spread and tied open wide, your pussy now is mine, you cannot escape my lust, so I can take my time

Your body is my playground, I will play inside your hole, ride you like a see-saw, make you climb my pole

Force my cock into your mouth, you know you want to suck, I love it when you pretend to fight, as I control the fuck

I suck your tits so very hard, then I bite to leave my mark, the pain just drives you frantic, it ignites your aggressive spark

You start to thrash, you swear and curse, each bite just makes you buck, I force myself between your thighs now it's time to fuck

Keeping out the way of your bite, I'm high above your head, pounding my cock into you, as I nail you to the bed

I reach down and grab your throat, I squeeze to let you know, I own you tonight and I'll decide, how this fuck will go

You are just my fuck toy, to do with just the way I please, I can fuck you where you are, or force you to your knees

I might punish you tonight, or grab you by your hair, there's no point in complaining, for I don't really care

Because tonight it is my play night, you must do the things I say, next time you can do just what you want and I'll do as you say

You can tie me up and beat me, but there's one thing I must just ask, please don't try to peg me, I don't take it up the arse

THE KINKY POET

Moon rises high

As the moon rises high, I just rest my weary head and smile, knowing that you'll soon be here to join me in a while

Your be here to hold me close, we're be together through the night, cuddling in a dreams embrace, you'll be my girl tonight

Laying with me in my bed, your head on my beating chest, me looking into your eyes, has dreams go they are the best

Every moment spent with you makes nighttime my favourite time, for throughout the hours of darkness, you are truly mine

So when the Sun slips away and the moon comes out to play, I'm at my happiest, because you will come and stay

You wrapped up in my love's embrace, we make love and greet the Sun, a few hours spent together, until another night is done

So I go from feeling loved and desired, whilst the moon is rising high, then the Sun comes into assendance, then I'm just left to sigh

Good bye, so long, my dream lover, now you're just memories in my head, and I'm just a crippled poet, who lays alone in bed

THE KINKY POET 

I hate to say goodbye

How can the world still turn, when I've got a broken heart, how does the Sun still rise, when my souls been torn apart

The waters are still lapping, they continue to brush the shore, don't they know you've left me and we are us no more

How can I feel so warm, the Suns high and skies are blue, it should be dark and with lightning, because I don't have you

The flowers are in full bloom, there's colours and aromas everywhere, everything looks so  normal, the world don't seem to care

People passing in the street, how dare they seem to smile, can't they see the pain I'm in, my life has no worthwhile

Can't they see my puffy eyes, marks from all the tears that fell, surely they can see I'm broken hearted, surely someone out here can tell

The pain etched across my face, the tracks from where the tears have burned, my life has just ended but yet the world again has turned

The pain of not having you, is beyond all pain it seems, you may think I react to much for a girl whose from my dream

But now I've got to wait a day, until the Sun drops from the sky, it kills me when you dissappear, I hate to say goodbye

THE KINKY POET

You may be alone but I'm there

When I'm all alone in my bed, I often have you on my brain, I wonder if your out there and do you do the same

I imagine you laying in the dark, alone tucked in your bed, thinking of a poet, whose work you've often read

In my dreams you wait for me, the way I wait for you, searching for a soul mate, waiting for a love that's true

I hope my words skip off the page, and climb inside your head, filling you with emotion and desire with every word that's read

Can you see each stanza, screams and calls your name, my words paint your portrait, I put you within a poems frame

When you read about yourself, I hope it makes you smile, if I can make you feel so special, it makes my writes worth while

If I can reach deep into your soul, would you let me in, can I sleep inside your heart, when your dreams begin

So even when you're on your own, if you read me I'll be there, to wrap you within my loving words, to show you that I'm there

THE KINKY POET

The words

Sometimes words aren't enough, to describe how I feel for you, I try to find superlatives to show my love is true

Hunting for the stanza that captures you within a rhyme, i never seem to say enough, they fall short all the time

Your beautiful, your loving, you have the purest heart, I knew that you were special, I just felt it from the start

Your eyes are captivating, I'm mesmerized by your face, just a single look at you, my heart begins to race

So I fumble through my vocabulary, trying to find the words to say, I think you are gorgeous and get prettier by the day

Sexy and curvaceous, the girl who haunts my dreams, why are you indescribable or that's just how it seems

I use my all my loving words, I search deep within my heart, words to describe how I miss you, when we are apart

How when the Sun is up, I'm just left here all alone, to think of you and try to write, about you on my phone

Hunting for that special line, the one that gets it right, the words that say you're beautiful and I hope we'll meet each night

I'm sorry that my words aren't enough, but I guess they'll have to do, to share with the world my feelings, to show that I love you

THE KINKY POET 

My biggest fear

We all have certain fears, that keep us all up real late at night, killers or creepy crawlies, that can give us such a fright

Dark woods, alleyways where you can't see who's there, places where monsters hide, or rides at the seaside fair

Some have a fear of snakes, or getting caught in a broken lift, maybe you're afraid of heights, or driving fast and swift

Some have the a fear of flying, or diving in the deep blue Sea, scared that the plane might crash, or a Shark will eat you for his tea

A million different irrational fears, that often keep you down, some won't go to see the circus, in case they meet a scary clown

Horror film characters who they've seen on the silver screen, come back when they're in bed alone, they appear inside your dream

Freddy Kruger, Jason, Micheal Myers, Jigsaw and Chucky are a few, all designed to make you jump, to put some fear in you

But if you were to ask me what would be my biggest fear, my answer would be clear, I'd choose if I had a dream and found that you weren't here

That would be my biggest nightmare, to dream and find that you're not near, to spend a dream without you, would be my biggest fear

THE KINKY POET 

Morning Sun

The evening was awesome, we had sometime alone to play, then the morning Sun turned up and you just went away

From moments of passion, to be left in my lonely bed, from holding you in my arms, to just memories in my head

The Sun rises to early why can't it just take more time, give me a few hours more, to truly make this dream girl mine

Through the night I have you, our bodies entwined and moulded into one, then only to be ripped apart by the arrival of the Sun

We share late night kisses, together for as long as it is dark, desires shared by moonlight, passion is the spark

One moment there's nothing else in our world, there's only me and you, but our closeness is soon destroyed as the Sun comes into view

Why can't I live in permanent darkness, so we can stay as one, together always in loves young dream, not split up by the Sun

With no Sun I'd be in a constant dream, you would never have to leave, you would be my life force, you'd be the air I'd breath

But sadly this cannot be, I know the moment this night is done, I'll be all alone again, heart broken by the morning Sun

THE KINKY POET 

Magic Tongue

Hot wet and slippery, I just love to slide it slowly in, made to bring you pleasure, sexy moments filled with sin.

Made to scoop your juice out, so I can taste your pussy's wine, licking up every single drop, your juices are devine

Fucking, licking, probing, made to dance across your clit, running up and down your labia, before sliding in your slit

Running around your nipples, or sliding into my lovers lips, entwined in sexual passion, when I've clasped her by her hips

My tongue loves to dance with yours, we have a sexual fight, each looking for dominance, fighting for control that night

My tongue does what it does best, it wants to make her cum, it runs around her pussy, it edges around her bum

Diving into her crevices, my tongue loves it in her yummy hole, I love to tongue fuck her moist pussy, pleasing her is my only goal

So whoever designed the body, thanks for all the things it's done, for all the pussy I've licked and poked, with my magic tongue

THE KINKY POET 

Bind

So many things can bind you, can tie you up real tight, I guess it's personal preference, of what you want that night

We could start with handcuffs, old school is the best, I guess they may chaff the skin, we could always test

Too tight they will mark your wrists, they grip quite hard and pinch, you must always leave a little space, usually about half and inch

Then there is our old friend rope, you can make patterns, it's like a form of art, perfect for pining your partner down and keeping their legs apart

Some like a silken scarf, it's tender and shows a little class, you can use them to stroke the skin, their pussy, titts and ass

Leather straps are brutal, they seem rough and quite hard-core, designed for the rougher play, like when she's on the floor

If you have a dungeon, you may have shackles on the wall, so you can keep her prisoner, until you've had your all

Hung up on a hook, her arms chained high above her head, some think chains are to harsh and use other things instead

Men's ties are popular, I think zip ties are a bit too much, what's your favourite go to piece, your favourite choice as such

Does it depend on the style of play, or what you've got in mind, does that reflect on your choice, of what you use to bind

THE KINKY POET