THE KINKY POET

Darkness falls

High upon the rooftop the Vampire Queen sits in wait, looking for you to make that one mistake, the one that'll seal your fate

Stay in the lightened streets, keep others in your sight, if your alone for a moment, you'll lose your life tonight

She watches people go about their tasks, oblivious that's she's there, waiting for the opportunity, to take life without a care

Her hunger is insatiable, her desires must be fed, she'll drink the life force from your veins, until she's sure your dead

Young or old, grown up or child, to her it's all the same, to feed on those who come in reach is her only aim

Teeth glistening in moonlight, her eyes are like a hawk, waiting for your last mistake, as alone you start to walk

Then like the silent assassin, she swoops to stake her claim, she wraps herself around you and feeds straight from your vein

When the Sunlight comes again, you bodies laying on the ground, you've been sanguinated, there's no blood left to be found

THE KINKY POET 

Do you think

Do you think it's possible to care for someone you've never seen, if the only place you've seen them, was somewhere in a dream

Can you feel a connection to a heart you've never known, is it really possible to feel for someone who's picture you've been shown

Can you be attracted to someone, when you only know them through their lines, can the stanzas that they've written seduced you in a rhyme

Words are Intoxicating, they put your mind into a whirl, of dreams and possibilities of a love that might unfurl

Hope is  forever eternal but can the distances be overcome, can you reach across the void, to find out if their the one

A chance to find the connection, to give real meaning to your life, who knows where it might lead, you only pray it don't bring strife

Or is this just a foolish dream, because you hate that you're alone, so you cling on to hopeful wishes, you've read upon your phone

THE KINKY POET 

Heads or tails

Ok who gets to choose, what kinky game we play tonight, we can toss a coin, you can call, see who rules the night

Call as its in the air, pick a side whilst it's in a spin, if you get it correct, you get to choose the sin

I know you desperate for the win, it's the fairest thing to do, because I'd also like my choice, to decide on what we do

If I win it's dress up, a roll play night is always fun, if you choose I'll do anything, except let you peg me up the bum

Tie me up, and flog me, put me on a collar and a chain, anything you can think of but that one hard rule must remain

God I hope you get it wrong, I want you dressed up in some leather and Black lace, or in pink frilly panties, that'll put a smile across my face

Here we go the coins in the air, give your choice to me, fuck it you called it right, can't we do best of three

THE KINKY POET 

The love and romance casino

When do you admit defeat, when do you walk away, or do you play one more hand and hope to loves gamble goes your way

When do you realise that the hand you've been delt is shit, do you just fold and save your chips, hoping to play another night

The roulette wheel of love is spinning, you placed your heart on Red, but in your heart you know you bet wrong, as it lands on Black instead

You have the dice clasped in your hand, you blow on them for luck, they come to a stop on snake eyes, this gambling starts to suck

Why do you risk it all, should you gamble with your heart, clinging on to the hope you'll win big, and with her you'll never part

You sit at loves Poker table, the Queen of hearts is in your hand, now you're hoping for a King, all you get delts a joker and the loneliness it brings

You try your hand at Twenty one, it's a game of luck you trust, but will you beat loves dealer, or again will you just simply bust

Love is such a gamble, why do you risk your heart to play, or should you leave the love and romance casino, to try again someday

THE KINKY POET 

Leading lady

The pictures are so vivid, like movies in my head, scripted and directed, from deep inside my bed

One moment your damsel, your helpless in distress, next your a sexual dominant, wearing a sexy kinky dress

Thigh high boots and stockings, then dressed as a Roman slave, all these things you portray to me, you show me all I crave

One moment your Princess leia, with a lightsaber in your hand, in the next your Cleopatra, surrounded by the Pyramids and Egyptian sand

Sometime your a school girl, who's been bad and must be caned, or you've been abducted and your bound tight with a chain

Locked in a darkened dungeon, to do with as I please, kept for my sexual pleasure, I keep you on your knee's

Then you're Aphrodite, a Goddess who walks amongst the stars, or a sexy alien, sent down to me, to take me off to Mars

All these different scenarios, you are always the movies star, your my favourite leading lady, you are the best by far

If I could give a Oscar for the greatest actress from my head, you'd win it everytime, and the awards here in my bed

THE KINKY POET 

It would rip my heart out

To find out there's no one there, looking for me out there in the void, no person wanting to be loved by me, my heart would be broken left destroyed

All hope would be lost, no chance to share my heart, forever condemned to loneliness, from love be kept apart

All my dreams were wasted, all poetry left written but unread, the roses that I've watered, just now are left for dead

No love to hold so close, no arms to hold me tight, just me and my pillow, hugging through the night

Wishes left unanswered, hopes shattered on the floor, like broken mirrors I've had bad luck, now I've Seven more

Do I just give up my hopes, just settle for a lifetime all alone, cursed to unwanted, left writing sad poetry on my phone

If this ever came to pass, if all belief in love got lost, it would rip my heart out, I'm not sure I could pay the cost

Faith and hope is all I have, it helps me face each day, hoping I will find the one and for her to come my way

THE KINKY POET 

I hope one of you wonderful ladies will read this aloud

Thank you. Enjoy

Love me like a Princess, fuck me like a slut

You hold the door open, so I can walk right through, you pull out the chair for me, one of the chivalrous things you do

Throw me down on the bed, you're gonna have your way, tonight you're gonna fuck me so hard, Daddy wants to play

Flowers get delivered, there's chocolates and some wine, little notes of romance, reminders you are mine

Face down from behind, you fuck me hard and fast, pounding me with such a force, I don't know how long I'll last

Snuggles sitting on your lap, you tenderly brush my hair, gently making it into braids, with tender loving care

Fistful of braided hair, you hold them like their reigns, dragging me hard onto your cock, as you make me cum again

Soft kisses on my cheek, you stroke my moistened lips, tongue dancing across my mouth, before inside it slips

Mouths crashing like waves on rocks, tongues begin their sexual fight, each hunting for dominance, I know you'll win this night

Help me pick a pretty dress, we go out in style and grace, arm in arm, you're proud of me, I see it in your face

Sleazy dirty whore like clothes, dress me as your slut, Fishnets and PVC, with a skirt that shows my butt

All these things you share with me but one things always with the above, Princess or Daddy's slut, you always show me love

THE KINKY POET

TO ALL THE KINKSTERS, SOME HAVE ASKED PERMISSION TO READ MY POETRY ON THE CAGE

I WOULD LIKE TO SAY ANYONE WHO WISHES TO READ ONE OF MY POEMS ON THEIR PAGE PLEASE FEEL FREE. THEY ARE ONLY TO BE USED ON THE CAGE. HAVE FUN AND I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING MY WORK READ BY THE PEOPLE IT WAS WRITTEN FOR

HAVE FUN

LOVE AND LIGHT 

T.K.P XX 

My mark on your flesh

Hidden in a secret place, a place only known by you and I, on your breast, or shaven mound, perhaps your inner thigh

The mark you feel throughout the day, the ache from my loving bruise, as proof of my ownership, to show you are the one I choose

Teeth marks on the softest skin, I've left the perfect bite, a reminder of all we shared, during our sexual play last night

You also left your mark, there's claw marks on my back, carved in as I was fucking you, when you were pinned down in the sack

In the heat of battle my dominance must always win, I'd grip you gently by the throat, so you will spread and let me in

My hungry mouth runs over you, to find the perfect place, I lay my mark down early, I see submission on your face

The mark not only says I own you, more importantly it says that we are one, bonded by our mutual respect, a trust that's earned and won

So when you go about your day, you will feel some loving tender aches, the pain left by ownership, a pain only your master makes

THE KINKY POET 

You are my wildest dream

You are my wildest dream, my passions burst right into flames, we do all our kinky stuff, we play such sexy games

Getting tied up, or role play and all the things in between, flogging, clamps and butt plugs, there all used in my dream

All my favourite kinky things, you always want to play, you will do anything, I can't wait for the end of day

At night time you'll come to me, you climb outside my head, sliding under the covers, you're sneaking in my bed

Super hot and sexy, you're the girl of my wildest dreams, sharing all our fantasies, if feels real or so it seems

I close my eyes to see you, I find you late at night, we share all our favourite games, you always do things right

You're always in my favourite outfit, you seem to always know just what to wear, if I want a sex toy, I'll always find it there

So when I go to sleep to night, I hope you come to play, though you'll be gone at daybreak, I'd wish one day you'd stay

THE KINKY POET