THE KINKY POET

The Brain Imp

They call me the brain Imp, I want to come and play, let me plant some sexy thoughts, turn you on today

Get you excited, make you twitchy, aroused, damp and wet, make you want to have a fuck or maybe better yet

Get you to touch yourself, perhaps grab a toy for pleasure, put a little pain through your body, or a spank just for good measure

Let me deep into your brain, I'll hunt out your wildest dreams, I'll turn them into reality or to you that's how it seems

Pictures like a film, showing X rated movies in your head, making you to get home from work and climb straight into to bed

You begin to move on your chair, you get that needy ache right down below, you can feel your pussy getting damp, you hope the stain won't show

It's getting hotter in the office, you fear people can see your sexual flush, in your mind I'm fucking you, these thoughts you try to crush

Sadly it's to late for that my dear, you opened up your imaginations door, you let in the brain Imp, now he wants to play some more

So now you're in a damp patch, I'm living in your brain, doing my best to turn you on, until you cum again

THE KINKY POET 

All revved up and no way to blow

There's a burning hunger that grows inside of me, a pent-up needing sexual rage, that my body can't set free

My mind races daily, thoughts paint pictures in my head, I turn them into poetry, I write them from my bed

Poetry of kinky bondage, of love and loss and lust, people sharing secret lives, mostly built on trust

Sharing their bodies, making love naked skin to skin, or sharing fleeting moments made from a lustful sin

I dream of those younger days, when my body was complete, when I could move properly, I had my legs and feet

When my cravings were saited, when my body did as it was told, I was kind of cocky, really brash and bold

Then things changed I lost my legs, I turned into the man I am today, I can dream of making love, but sadly I can't play

So all that desire, the ache that grows so deep inside, still revved up with no way to blow, no matter how I've tried

THE KINKY POET 

Poems from a broken poet

Glimpses into a poets world, the things they write in rhyme, only give you a glimpse of them, so here's a glimpse of mine

Sexual things that I write poems about are often wrote fun, but some are taken from experiences, some things that I have done

Some are just hopes and dreams, wishes from my heart, hoping that I'll find true love and my happiness will start

Vampire poetry, or tales of Knights from the days of old, drinking blood of virgins, of being brave and bold

Kinky dreams and fantasies, things I dreamt about in bed, or fantasies inspired by others, or from ideas within my head

Ideas sparked by conversations, or profile pictures that I've seen, roll play inspired poems, from slave girls to a Royal Queen

I find inspiration from nearly everything I hear or see, the gods may have took my legs but they gave this gift to me

A gift to write fantasies, poems written from my head and heart, it's given me a chance to share who I am, to share with you a part

My poetry gives me hope, whilst stuck broken on my bed, knowing people out there read my ramblings, takes me out from in my head

A part of the guy I am, a small glimpse of this broken poet, I'm so grateful that you read my stuff, I only hope my readers know it

THE KINKY POET 

Frightening or fun

Many things may frighten you, to others they seem fun, some actions might turn you off but make other people cum

Some people might like a burning flame, hot wax or a sharpened knife, to some its erotic, to some its fear and strife

Tied up in a darkened room, sound proofed from those around, some love being able to scream and moan, so no one hears a sound

But to others being locked up in a room, or maybe locked in the boot of a car, is their worst nightmare, a frightening step to far

Some would call it torture, how can this pain and fear be love, to them love is romance, hearts and flowers, the purity of a Dove

But some need a different darker side, the kinky way they play, to them your lifes vanilla, but to them that is ok

They wont judge your needs, but people often say they're strange, because they prefer a different life, things beyond the vanilla range

Most hide who they are, go back to the vanilla look once they've had their play, you may even know a kink, had tea with one today

So let them live their lives the way they choose, you all only get the one, remember because to you it's frightening doesn't mean it can't be fun

THE KINKY POET 

Tough day

Everything's gone wrong today, you've had a long hard day, you're exhausted and had enough, its time to rest and play

You turn on the bath taps, the bubbles start to flow, now you need a glass of wine, to the kitchen you must go

Candles and red wine, soft music and some treats, slipping out your underwear, you test the waters temperature with your feet

You slide into the water, you drift into a dream like state, you pic up your mobile phone, you know you're tempting fate

You look for your poet, he takes you to that special place, where romance gets mixed with lust, his words put a smile across your face

Poetry wrote to send you on adventures, to paint erotic pictures in your mind, images to arouse you, the very kinky sexual kind

So relax take a sip of wine, a great way to end your day, drift off to the poets world, let him in your head to play

He'll take away the stress and strains, he'll help relax your mind, just thumb through his poems, then sexual fantasy's you'll find

THE KINKY POET 

The strangest places

On the top deck of a bus, you're the girl who sucked my cock, people could see your head go down, it was rush hour, Five O'clock

In a public toilet, I got dragged in for a stand up fuck, I'd only known you a short while, I couldn't believe my luck

In the park on a Summers day, you sat across my face, I didn't want us to get caught, so I eat you out with pace

On the back seat of a car, we've been naked in the wood, getting back to nature, the fresh air did us some good

On a plane the mile high club, or in a cinema in the dark back row, or sitting in a private box, at a Broadway show

In a dark dank dungeon, or in front of a cheering crowd, try my best to make you moan and scream, I love it when you're loud

A million different places, I've fucked you in my head, shame they are just fantasies, made up from my bed

But if I could have you anywhere, the place I'd love to start, is held tightly in my arms, deep inside my heart

THE KINKY POET 

The lonely poet

Sadly I'm just a lonely poet, though I dream I'm so much more, from my bed I'm your lover, who rocks you to your core

I'm your dungeon master, you're kept under lock and key, you're there when I want you, to take good care of me

Sometimes I'm your client, you're my dirty little whore, there to be used by me, then tossed onto the floor

Fleeting romantic moments, when I give you all my heart, crying waving at the train station, as off to war I must depart

Your Knight in shinning armour, there to protect you from all foes, becoming my Queens champion as my love for you just grows

A Vampire in a Castle, searching for you his eternal love, gliding through the air at night, searching from above

Tieing you up in bondage, I'm full of desires sexual rage, walking you on a collar, you sleep inside a cage

So many different scenarios, my fantasies are wrote in rhyme, there's only one thing constant, in all of them you're mine

A million ways I try to show love you, one day I hope you'll know it, until then I write my dreams, for I'm the lonely poet

THE KINKY POET 

Done my deed

It can start by a silky line, or a comment said off hand  the seed has been planted, it may grow into to something grand

A thank you from this stranger, thank you for taking time, a reply to my poetry, for reading things I rhyme

Poems of lust, love and sex games filled with pleasure and with pain, poems to draw you in, to make you want to return again

Words that ensnare you, they paint erotic pictures in your mind, written to make you feel aroused, start a ache of the sexual kind

Words of seduction, they get you reaching for your favourite toy, to make you want to touch yourself, whilst thinking of some girl or boy

Poetry designed to reach, the darkest corners of your soul, to release all your sexual demons, is this poets only goal

Mesmerized by my stanzas, let me climb inside your head, read my words of seduction, whilst you lay in bed

Sex and dreams are up for grabs, I hope you love to read, if I can turn you on with my words, then I've surely done my deed

THE KINKY POET 

A fantasy piece based on a conversation with a friend about how the love of his life slipped through his fingers. A cautionary tale about not seizing the moment 

The love for you I hide

Yes We've often laughed and giggled, we even kissed one night, I still remember that magic time and how the kiss felt right

We've gone out shopping, we walked everywhere arm in arm, I always try steal a glance at you, you're full of grace and charm

Your kindness knows no bounds, I'm captivated by your face, I lost the count of how many times I've cried held in your loves embrace

Through so many heartaches, lost loves, when i lost my parents to, I wished I had the guts to tell you, I'm so in love with you

The times I've nearly spilt the beans, I've thought the time is right, I get so close to saying I love you, then recoil in fright

The fear of rejection, I know our special relationship would change, if I took the first step, the dynamic I'd rearrange

Who knows maybe you feel the same way, you might want to be more than just my mate, I'm so scared of losing you as a friend, I think why should I tempt fate

So I'll going on loving you from afar, together along lifes journey we will ride, you'll never know the pain in me, or the love for you I hide

THE KINKY POET 

Hunted

He watches every move you make, he knows where you sleep at night, he's determined to make you his, when the time is right

He wants to possess you, he wants you, body, mind and soul, to keep you and own you, forever is his goal

Keep you in his dungeon, keep you locked up with a chain, so no one will ever find you, with him you will remain

To be his one and only, he'll keep you has his sexual slave, he'll live out all his fantasies, your bodies all he craves

You'll be his sexual plaything, to fuck, to spank, to own, he'll take pictures of you tied up, naked on his phone

This hunter always gets his prey, he never fails to get his way, you don't know when he's coming, it could be today

Snatched from outside your work, kidnapped from your bed, you'll never know until its to late, he loves messing with your head

He'll keep you locked up in a cell, it could be for a couple of days, then he'll simply let you go, that's how he always plays

Then the hunter becomes the hunted, he will be your prey, to do with him as you like, it's your turn to pick the play

These games are the spice of life, it makes your roll play so much fun, trying to surprise each other, until their turn has come

THE KINKY POET