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 

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