THE KINKY POET

Hi peeps you know I don't usually get involved in these challenges but this sparked my interest

THE FIVE THINGS I HATE ABOUT ME

1: Being paralyzed 

2: depression was happy go lucky not now

3: my eyes they're slanty ( from father)

4: I'm very emotional, crying or shouting at the drop of a hat

5: trusting just trust to much or gullible 

THE THINGS I LOVE ABOUT ME

1: My heart, I never hate, (my mum taught me why waste a piece of your heart on hate when you can use it for love)

2: my poetry i love writing and sharing (thank you to all your support)

3: My sense of humour, dark at times but silly

4: My love of animals, though not enough to give up meat( sorry)

5: This is more about what I'm grateful for. My family, my friends, and the support given to me by strangers not only on here but in general. They give me a sense of hope, a faith in mankind. 

5a: My unending belief in true love

RON THE KINKY POET 

With love, the poet x

I may not be a Dominant or In no way am I what you'd call a Sub, I'm not rude or trashy, I don't go down the pub

I'm just a poet, who writes about things from in my head, things to make you wiggle, whilst in your chair or bed

Thought provoking snipers, about life and sexual play, things to make you horny, to help you through the day

You let me climb into your mind, with my fantasies wrote in rhyme, seduction wrote in stanzas, for your pleasure anytime

Painting pictures in your mind, words of sex, desire and lust, from being taken by a stranger, to doing roll play built on trust

My aim is to make you feel wanted and desired, to have a hunger deep inside, to awaken your inner beast, or at least to know I tried

So when you're laying in your bath, mayve snuggled naked in your bed, reach for my poetry, let me loose inside your head

Let me take you a world of make believe, a place where to please you is the goal, doing all the things you think of, from the secrets in your soul

Run your hands across your skin, you know how and where to play, satisfy your urges, just let my poems guide the way

THE KINKY POET 

I lost my dad Three years ago today  I wrote the first poem for his funeral and the second to let him know I miss him everyday. I know they're not cage related but I wanted to put them out to the universe in the hope they get to him. Thanks for your understanding and allowing my indulgence. Love and light

A POEM FOR MY DAD
By R Summers

Heaven has an Angel, they've taken in our Dad. There's one more star to see at night, that just leaves us sad.

No more stories shall he tell of mad and crazy things. Gone will be his laughter and the happiness it brings.

No more sitting by the waters edge waiting for a bite, you swapped you're Rod forg Angels wings ans now you've taken flight.

You taught us so many things, we think of you and cry, but you never told us what to do, once you said goodbye.

A Father, Granddad, Legend some names that you have had, but we will love you always. Simply known as Dad.

REST IN PEACE DAD xx

THREE YEARS GONE

The moment that you left us our time in pain began, every second, every hour, the sands of time still ran.

It has been Three years today, since our last goodbye, I try to hold off my floods of tears, I fail each time I try.

Missing you everyday, my mind clings  to happy things, Fishing, laughing, singing and stories and the happiness it brings.

We struggle with the hurt and pain, each and everyday, I miss you and love you, what more can I say.

Dad you are a legend and no matter that we are apart, for I carry you with me always, safetly stored inside my heart.

So even though you've been gone Three years, and next it will be Four, you will never really be gone, because I just love you more.

So rest in my mother's arms, with Tina by your side, One day I hope we'll meet again, with arms so opened wide.

Ron

Miss you so much xxxx

Against the grain

Desires, needs, lusts and love, are all matters from the heart, feelings that you must control, now you are apart

No matter how you still may feel, it's a dangerous game to play, it may be fun to share some fun, but it will only last that day

When your lusts been fed and desires met, your still be on your own, your be filled with remorse and heartache, and still be all alone

As much as you pray for the return, of how things were before, you must accept its over, you share a love no more

Its hard to just let it go, when you both shared feelings that were so strong, you knew it wasn't forever, someone else would come along

But that doesn't make it any easier, they still got inside your heart, even when you knew the rules, that were set down from the very start

Now all that's left is memories and a tale of caution wrote in rhyme, you may know it'll end in heartache but you still want them all the time

Though they may have moved on, the facts remain the same, you'd still risk it all for one last kiss, though its going against the grain

Against the sensible thing to do, you'd still stray off the righteous path, for one last night of passion with them or just perhaps share a bubble bath

THE KINKY POET 

Visuals

When your bodies broken, other things come into play, you still get all your cravings, so you have to sait them in a different way

Visuals are my favourite thing, I dream of you in outfits nearly every night, from school girls, to belly dancers, or in PVC so tight

Chained up like a slave girl, or a damsel in distress, or a beautiful Disney princess in a ballgown dress

Princess leia from starways, with a collar on a chain, all of these sexy visuals, nightly run riot in my brain

As the Queen from days of old, I'd be your champion Knight, defender of the weak and poor, fighting for justice, truth and right

Or maybe a comic book character, Wonder women or Cat woman would be fun, wearing all that black leather, sculptured nicely on your bum

A nurse or a air stewardess, as a police woman you'd look cute, I promise I'd go quietly, you'd have no need to shoot

All of these pictures I dream of you are stored deep in my head, somehow bring me close to you, when I'm in my bed

But if I had to pick one visual, one look, my favourite piece of art, it would be the one of you just smiling, the visual I carry in my heart

THE KINKY POET 

Intoxicated by you

Like drinking far to much Champagne, you've gone straight to my head, dreaming of you constantly, whilst crippled in my bed

Another dream of a tender kiss, to feel your body next to mine, making love together, until the end of time

Mesmerized by your smile, captivated by your sparkling eyes, even though its just a dream, I'm sure there's a wish hiding in disguise

Running my hands across your skin, your nipples stand erect, to sip your juice and taste you, I dream my touch has this effect

You open wide and pull me in, it's like entering heaven's gate, your intoxicating gentle kisses, quickly seal my fate

Captured by all your sexual charms, to your passions I'm a slave, I wish I could wake to find you here, taking all you crave

All I can hope is you read this, perhaps drinking champagne whilst In your bath, enjoying a kinky poets rhymes, I hope you smile and laugh

Poem's are to entertain, but with some truths wrote in each line, to secretly show you're intoxicating and I wish that you were mine

THE KINKY POET 

Fleeting moments

Feeling you close to me, I stroke your tender skin, in that moment the world is right, there is no pain or sin

Just Sunshine and the bluest skies, with not a cloud in view, everything is perfect and its all because of you

A simple hug fills my heart with joy, there's heaven in your kiss, to be with you forever, would be my perfect wish

Hand in hand our fingers blend, entwined in a lovers knot, sharing all our secrets, all our dreams and hopes we've got

Making love together, giving to each other our heart and soul, a chance of becoming as one forever, really is my goal

In your arms I'm whole again, you take away my hurt my pain, you dry up my tear stained eyes, you bring Sunshine one again

All these things happen, though you're far away on your phone, Fleeting moments of happiness, then again I'm all alone

A simple smile, the kindest word, all sent down a technological line, gifts from a Angel, who I wished was really mine

THE KINKY POET 

Fun on the Seven seas

If I was a Pirate, you'd be my buxom wench my slave, together we'd sail the seven seas, taking all we crave

With cannon ball and musket, we'd plunder, pillage and fight, blood will be shed by the clash of swords ringing through the night

Once we had took our fill of gold, my mind would turn to lust, I'd take you to my cabin, to sait my desires are a must

I'd rip off your bodice, your bloomers come off with ease, I hold you tightly by the hair and force you to your knees

Un lace my britches, run my massive cannon out, get your lips around it, make me moan, sigh and shout

Suck my cock harder, like a wild sea hits the shore, once I've shot my load inside you, suck my cock some more

Now I'm back at full mast, I'll bend you across my desk and maps, time for me to board you, ignite passion with some slaps

Push myself into you, slide in like a Flintlocks heavy ball, use my cock like a ram rod, each thrust helps ram home tight the ball

Crashing deep inside you, orgasm arrives in constant waves, I love being captain and having you my sexual shipmate slave

Faster I begin to thrust, we're travelling at full sail, you are moaning out in ecstasy, you scream, you buck and wail

I'm close to letting go its time to weigh anchor and head for shore, I fill you with my lead shot, soon I'm empty with no more

Then I wake up next to you, we are together in our bed, obviously watching that Pirate film, got stuck deep inside my head

THE KINKY POET 

Inspired by watching a history programme about Pirates aarhhh

Anything for you

I'm to tie you up and blindfold you, gag you if I can, somehow get you outside and throw you in the van

Take you far into the woods, throw you on the ground, cut all your clothes off, making sure there's no one else around

Rip off your gag, roughly make you suck my dick and if you refuse to satisfy me, I'm to beat you with a stick

Hang you off a high branch, so your feet can just about touch the grass, get myself behind you and then fuck you in the ass

Take you by force, but be ready for you to kick, thrash and fight, I'll try to be authentic, I want to get it right

Put clamps on your nipples, making sure you feel some pleasure with the pain, I better check the weather, you don't want to be naked in the rain

You've already packed a abduction bag, with all the things I'll need, you're sure I'm not to stop, no matter how you plead

I hope no one sees us, or reports me to the cops, I don't fancy being shot, or caught with a bag of abduction props

This bag looks like the real thing, duck tape, a knife, a gun and mask, I'm reaĺly not sure about this but for you I'll do as you ask

You know I adore you, babe my love for you is true, so I'll abduct you, on your birthday, I'll do anything for you

THE KINKY POET 

Body, mind and soul

Moist, wet and inviting, your petals are opened wide, I place my mouth to you, I slip my tongue inside

The tip of my tongue runs up and down your pussy's lips, for this your pussy gives up her  juice, I take a little sip

Pushing past your moistened lips, my tongue laps against your hood, i hear a unmistakable sigh, I know it feels so good

You raise your hips higher, my tongue, lifts up your hood with ease, now I flick your cliterus, it's now my job to please

Licking, lapping, flicking, I take your clit for a sexual dance, moving in perfect symmetry, in some sexual erotic trance

Juices flowing wildly, my tongue laps up every drop, you grab my head and push me deep, you beg me not to stop

Tongue fucking your delicious cunt, you say it belongs to me, I have ownership of your pussy's hole but I want to own all three

I push a finger deep in your ass, now I'm owning Two, that means there's One hole left, I know what I must do

I exchange my cock for my tongue, I push it deep inside, I slide up your body, your awaiting mouth is open wide

We kiss with such passion, now I've achieved my goal, I got a part of me buried in you, now I truly own you body, mind and soul

THE KINKY POET