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 

BDSM for Dummies

Thats it baby just like in the book, make sure the knots are tight, if you can't remember go  take a look, you got to get it right

Make sure I can't escape, spread my.legs real open wide, make sure you can get between my thighs, to get yourself inside

That's it tighter, the soft rope won't chaff my skin, then put my blindfold on, then we're almost ready to begin

What was the safe word, it says you should share one, in case you take things to far, or I don't like things up my bum

That way when I'm begging you to stop, you'll know I want some more, make sure the kids are asleep, don't forget to lock the door

Already I'm getting damp, the excitement growing fast, try not to make me cum to soon, you're supposed to make it laugh

When you get those clamps on my tits, if I scream out in pain, be sure to adjust they're bit and put them on again

Remember degradation, call me dirty, filthy names, it says thats quite a turn on, but I'll know its just a game

Ok now I think we're ready, let the BDSM night begin, God I'm scared and so turned on, let's start our night of sin

Right I'm tied up and very wet, tell me what you think, does this make us perverts, or are we just playing at our kink

Ok start by going down on me, you know it tastes so yummy, then go to the guide book, BDSM for Dummies

THE KINKY POET 

For your pleasure

Cold steel of the shackles, you're hung high upon the chain, naked and excited, tonight's your night for pain

All your favourite implements are ready to  mark your skin, ready to leave you with harsh reminders of your night of sin

The ball gag makes you drool, you feel liquid dropping on your chest, you love feeling helpless, to you it is the best

You glance down at the table, at all the toys of fun, nipple clamps, candles, shining butt's plugs for your bum

Paddles with studs on, designed to spank and bruise, riding crops made to sting, but which one will he use

Then you have your favourite thing, you love how the flogger bites your skin, you wet from anticipation, you're so desperate to begin

Dildos of assorted sizes, some rubber, some are made of glass, each ribbed for your pleasure, for your pussy, mouth and arse

Feathers for sensual play, silk scarfs and there's the ice, a table full of pain and pleasure, all of which are nice

All that is missing is your lover, the master for the night, he always leaves you waiting, he plays this game so right

Then the playroom door swings wide, he gently kisses you on the cheek, now it's your playtime, you've been wanting this all week

He runs his hands all over you, feels the dampness between your thighs, dips his finger in you, there's hunger in his eyes

Runs his mouth along your spine, he stops to take a bite, the pain gets you wetter, the time to play is right

THE KINKY POET 

She devil or sexual Goddess

Corsets and stockings, high heels and pretty lace, such a sexy outfit it makes my poor heart race

Fishnets, or lacey tops, sexy stockings some are seamed, enhances a pretty pair of legs, the type that haunts my dreams

A vision in lingerie, dressed in elegance and such style, guaranteed to drive any man crazy, combined with her pretty smile

Hidden under normal clothing, no one would ever guess, there's a very sexy goddess or she Devil underneath that dress

A Queen of seduction, with such mesmerising eyes, beauty personified, with heaven between her thighs

She can capture you in a moment, with a kiss she casts her spell, she can make you only want her, in love with her you've fell

Is she a sexual Goddess or a she Devil in disguise, does it really matter, just let your heart decide

Her love is captivating, whether her magic's bad or good, once shes hooked you with her spell, you'll love her like you should

THE KINKY POET 

When lust takes over

I'm going to devour you, I'm full of a beast like lust, I'll tear all your clothes off, to have you nows a must

Run my hands all over you, let you feel my bodies heat, to take you very roughly, is for me a sexual treat

Feel your legs wrapped around me, your hips rising as I pound, your animalistic moaning, is one of my favourite sounds

Teeth gnawing at soft flesh, I have to leave my mark, sucking hard on your nipples, lusts desire was the spark

Take you every way, your my playground here for fun, using you for my sexual pleasures, until my needs are done

Kissing hard with passion, your mouth's invaded by my tongue, with yours they both do battle, supremacy must be won

Your claws dug into my back, you drag your nails along my spine, inspiration to fuck you harder, your juices flowing all the time

Both bodies soaked in passions sweat, hearts both pounding like a drum, whispers of desperation, soon we both will cum

I ask you who owns you, you reply you are only mine, to do with just how I please, from now and for all time

With the last amount of effort, we reach crescendo right on cue, your pussy soaks my manhood as I explode in you

We lay there both exhausted, like to wild animals just been fed, your head layed upon me, resting on our bed

Shower time together, kisses and aftercares a must, the beast in me is saited, I've had my fill of lust,

THE KINKY POET 

Is today the day

The Sun is shinning brighter, there's not a cloud in view, my world seems such a happier place just because of you

The air smells much sweeter my water tastes like wine, I can't stop smiling, I'm thinking of you all the time

Your pretty smile, your lovely eyes, your ever so kissable lips, I love all your sexy curves, from your head right passed your hips

The birds are singing sweeter, it's like the first day of Spring, I feel everything is possible, with the belief in hope you bring

Butterflies and Bumble Bees, take nectar from a Crimson Rose, the flowers are gods perfume, the sent of heaven for your nose

Every tune I've heard today, is of romance, hope and love, each word seems so perfect, they fit the day just like a glove

Everything so perfect, my life seems to be a dream, I feel like alls is well, to the world I want to scream

Tell the world how good things are, to believe true love will come your way, keep a weather eye out, this might be the day

Then my alarm goes off, in my dream my life was great, in the real world things aren't so good, I guess this is my fate

But I must hold on to faith, I believe true love will find us all, you just have to be ready to notice it, be listening for it's call

THE KINKY POET

Fingers crossed

Thinking of them the moment, your eyes open to the Sun, or the last thing before you sleep, could mean they're "The One"

When even on your darkest days, they chase away the rain, give you hope and reassurance, when lifes gone down the drain

The simple touch of a steadying hand, when you feel lost and all at sea, they're the North star that guides you, as you steer to calmer seas

When you on your knees and done your best, your head is hanging on the floor, they lift you up and brush you down, they inspire you to more

Hand in hand you are in the street, they make you feel so proud, you feel you're the lucky one, together you stand out in the crowd

That moment when you kiss goodnight, or when you wake and say hello, you feel your body swell with pride, like a Cock you want to crow

Shout it from the highest highs, tell the world you are in love, you say a prayer every night, to thank the heaven and stars above

For sending you your one true love, your soul mate you have found, the only way you'll be parted now is when you're buried under ground

You are all the lucky ones, for us we dream and write of moments lost, but we still look for our eternal love, we all still have our fingers crossed

THE KINKY POET 

Having time on my hands being paralyzed stuck on bedrest I read profiles and look at pics of the people who read my stuff, (for which I'm eternally grateful). I came across a pic of a person in the bath, relaxing glass of wine in hand. You could just see her legs and arm with glass in hand. I wont give the name out because I haven't her permission. It sparked a poem in my head. Enjoy

Bath, candles, poetry and wine

The lights are out, candles are lit, its time for bath and wine, laying there reading erotic poetry, that sonehow seems to always rhyme

Surrounded by warm water, it feels like a lovers sweet embrace, this poem is quiet saucy, it puts a smile across your face

Movement in the water brushes across your breasts, your nipples get erect, combined with wine and poetry, it takes on a strange effect

You rest your wine on the side, then you slowly stroke your tits, you let out a gentle sigh, then you message them for a bit

Poetry held in one hand the other slides slowly down below, already you're moist with desire, so you move your fingers to and throw

Circles on your pretty cliterus, with the poetry painting pics within your mind, pictures of seduction and lust of the most exciting kind

Not much room to spread your legs, but you slide your fingers in, slowly thrusting deeply, soon your first orgasm will begin

Sighing, head tossed back, phone tossed to the bathroom floor, you need both hands to please yourself, your pussy aches for more

Faster harder rubbing, water goes splashes everywhere, you're so close to cumming, so you don't really care

Your juices runs out in a flood, you watch it mingle, float away, now you feel so relaxed,  you've had your bath time play

You dry yourself pic up your phone, you finish off your wine, on your bed you go back to your poetry, I do hope its one of mine

THE KINKY POET