THE KINKY POET

The Pagans

The full moon has risen, the witches heed the call, the high Priestess is giving thanks, she spreads blessings on them all

Deep inside the sacred grove, the fires burning bright, she passes them the blessed wine, they're be chanting and song tonight

Sending thanks to Mother Earth, sending love and light in prayer, all of them are skyclad, naked without care

Rituals passed from a long ago, their faith is often shunned, but Pagans are amongst us, if you knew who you would be stunned

Everyday people the same as you and I, living within our modern time, still celebrating the ways of old, to them it is no crime

But a lot of Pagans hide their beliefs, in their hearts the keep and celebrate the old ways, from when our world was Pagan before the Christian days

They go about their daily lives, hiding cleverly in plain sight, they gather to celebrate the seasons, that's why they're here tonight

To give thanks to the Goddess, for each season of the year, these are the celebrations, they attend, that's why they are here

Dancing, chanting, giving thanks, until the ritual ends, then back into the everyday world, to family and their friends

The coven will meet again, at the seasons change and end, you probably know a Pagan, ones probably your friend

In fact I'm sure you know one, or at least you read the stuff he writes, for I am a Pagan, I'm writing in plain sight

THE KINKY POET 

Inspired by a conversation with a person who thought I was a devil worshiper lol

The Rose tinted glasses of love

The Sunshines much brighter, the heat just warms your soul, everything is beautiful, happiness is your goal

People seem much nicer, there's smiles everywhere you look, flowers smell much sweeter, your worlds a romance book

Every song on the radio, is a reminder of your love, it's like they were written about you, they fit just like a glove

Each line is perfect, your heart beats to loves sweet melody, your stomachs full of buttrrflies, your heart is full of glee

Nothing can spoil your day, everything you do goes great, you were meant to be together, joined in love by fate

A simple smile, was the seed, and now you've seen love grow, everydays a special gift, wrapped in a pretty bow

The world seems a better place, when seen through a Rose tinted lense, the magic of being so in love, I hope it never ends

THE KINKY POET 

Oh loves dream, a wish, a desire, a need

Lingerie shop

I'm looking in the window, I take a deep breath and go inside, its the first time I've opened the door, though so many times I've tried

Surrounded by so much pretty underwear, I didn't know where to look, I'd only see this much lingerie, was in a Ann Summers book

Then the lady came from out the back, she could see the blush upon my cheek, she smiled at me so kindly, then asked what items did I seek

I told her I'd met a very special girl, and I wished to buy a gift, she showed me some types of bra, some they made a cleavage as they lift

I told her your size, I peeked inside your push up bra then I checked inside your lacey panties, I hope I didn't go a step to far

She helped me pick out some pretty sets, I chose some lacey Red, Pink and Black, she gave me a gift receipt in case you wanted to bring them back

We picked out suspenders, lacey stocking and fishnets, then she showed me to the nighties, it seemed i wasn't finished shopping yet

Babydolls were retro, she told me they were back in style, we went through all the designs and colours, it took a little while

I left with so many bags of things, pretty lacey outfits for my girl, I hope I get a fashion show, perhaps you do a catwalk and a twirl

Now I'm a regular in the lingerie shop, the owner even knows my name, though I'm quite used to it, the memory remains

The memory of standing there, looking at the lingerie inside, feeling the embarrassment not just going in and how many times I tried

THE KINKY POET 

Leaving the mark

Claws running down the spine, dug in to make a mark, left within the throws of passion, desire was the spark

Teeth scrapped across the flesh, teeth buried into skin, biting down on their body, full of lust and sin

Bruises upon the skin, going through the shades of black and blue, caused by paddle, a hand or perhaps a floppy shoe

Crop marks across the skin, they really, really  sting, the straight lines on the arse, pain and pleasure is what it brings

Each mark is a ownership, it shows that you belong, some lasts for ages, then some don't last to long

Everytime they feel the bruise, or see the mark upon their skin, gives them a sweet reminder, of their night of sin

Whether they are love bites, or bruises left deep within the skin, they are fed by a desire and a love from deep within

THE KINKY POET 

Is this love

The moment you come to mind, a smile comes to their face, everything else they were thinking of is gone without a trace

They can see you in their mind, like a clear picture their head, they dream of you every night, whilst lying in their bed

Everyday is sunny, they can't feel the cold harsh rain, gone are the sad days, you seem to take away their pain

Life is much sweeter, they dream your kisses taste like Strawberries on their lips, succulent and juicey, they'd die for just one sip

You live inside their heart, it beats out your very name, each pump sends you running, racing through a vein

Running through their body, you reach to their very core, you are to them their everything, you live in every pore

To them you are the missing piece, now they feel complete, this is how I feel in my dreams everytime we meet

You make me feel whole again, you're be my Angel from above, this is how I dream and  feel, is this what they call love

THE KINKY POET 

Paddle or the flogger

The paddle hits with such a force, it makes your knees go weak, it covers quite a surface area, it nearly takes up a whole cheek

Like a Cat 'o' nine tails used in the olden Pirate days, the flogger gnaws into your skin, but it's great in kinky play

The paddle gives that short, sharp shock, as land upon your ass, it stings for a moment but that moment soon will pass

The flogger is a shaper pain, if its applied with force and might, the tails wrap around your skin, they often mark and bite

The paddle will leave a substantial bruise, your be sitting carefully for a week or so, it will go through many colours, then it'll finally go

The flogger mark is loads of lines, if your not careful it can scar, but that's down to the user and if they've gone to far

Two of the most used things, when pain, pleasure or punishments what you need, have fun but be careful, please listen to my heed

Pain tolerance is so different, some can take loads and some can not, so take care of each other, when spanking each others bott

Once you've finished playing, taking turns that's only fair, make sure you caress their sore ass, show it love and care

Aftercare is the most important thing, once you've finished with your play, treat each other with love and respect, each and everyday

THE KINKY POET 

I really want your body

I really want your body, i want to touch and taste, I'd devour every part of you, there's no a morsel I would waste

Your sexy curves, your soft smooth skin, can you see the need behind my eyes, I want to take you to my bed, I guess that's no surprise

To run my hands all over you, to make your juices flow, to share my body with you, to roll and tumble to and throw

Kiss your lips, hold you tight, to have you all the time, to share your heart forever, I'd be yours and you'd be mine

Kiss along your inner thigh, to press my lips against your mound, push my tongue deep inside, pure heaven's what I've found

Taste your pussy's juice, drink you like you were an expensive wine, savour your ambrosia, your taste is so devine

Moving up your body, erect nipples standing tall, I suck on them with passion, to me you give your all

Legs wrapped around me, I guide myself slowly deep inside, your moistened lips surround me, as we begin to ride

Deep slow deliberate thrusts, you rise up each time I fall, taking my shaft all the way, your pussy takes it all

Claws digging in my arse, then you drag them down my spine, with each thrust I whisper, I'll love you for all time

Your breathing starts to quicken, I know you're about to cum, you tell me to fuck you harder, your juices start to run

Pounding you with all I have, you buck, you sigh and moan and just as I'm about to cum, I wake up all alone

Another dream is over, I'm still paralyzed in my bed, the only way I'll ever share your body, is dreaming in my head

But that doesn't make my desires less real, I still want your body all the time, I dream we are real lovers and your heart was only mine

THE KINKY POET 

The first tie down

There's fear and excitement running through the brain, you've agreed to give submission, so only love and trust remain

You lay on his bed, he tells you to spread you legs real wide, you watch the masters every move, as you are getting tied

Has this is your first time, he doesn't go with chains or rope, he didn't want to pinch your skin, you'll move on to those you hope

With soft lengths of silken scarfs, he gently began to bind, he knew that you were nervous, so he was gentle and so kind

You felt your arms pull a bit, as he stretched them far apart, you were getting hot and wet, you had a pounding heart

Tied up and helpless, you were at under his control, he leans in and whispers, you are now your masters doll

He climbs up upon the bed, you're staring at his eyes, you see his head go down, has he goes between your thigh

Licking, lapping, eating your cunts already moist, so damp, you struggle with your bonds, your legs you want to clamp

No control, he owns you, your there to serve his every need, he fucks you in every hole, to own your body is his deed

You feel yourself cumming you start to moan and buck, on the edge of orgasm, he simply stops the fuck

He watches you thrashing, you start begging for your masters dick, pleading with him to fuck you, desprate for his prick

He then begins to pound you, he tells you, you may cum, you scream out with pleasure as he finishes in your bum

Naked, hot and soaked in sex, from your bonds he sets you free, he pulls you in for a cuddle, you're sitting on his knee

Hugging and kissing afterwards, he showed his love and care, so different from a while ago, when you were tied down there

So now you've had a lesson, you sampled your masters lust, he treated you with love and kindness, in return you gave your trust

So tied up for the first time, you were at his mercy all the time, constantly he was telling you, "I own you, you are mine"

THE KINKY POET 

Can we try

Babe I know this is a strange request, please can I tie you down, take your time think it over, there's no need to pull that frown

Would you dress up as a school girl, so I can spank you on my knee, or wear chains and leather, would you do these things for me

If I bought a butt plug would you let me stick it up your bum, I know that sounds quite nasty but it's supposed to help you cum

I've got a set of handcuffs from the fancy dress party we went to, you've still got that belly dancers kit, I' could get it out for you

How do feel about being flogged, it's like a whip with many strings, or i can get a paddle, it's a spanking sort of thing

I know it might be strange, I don't mean to give you shocks, but whilst i was in the basement I built a set of stocks

Why aren't you freaking out, I half expected you to leave, you being a church loving girl, with all that you believe

But I want us to stand the test of time, and this is who I am, I'm a very dominant personality, I'll own you if I can

Why are you smiling, do you want to beg you please, why are you stripping and going down upon your knees

Oh my god you've done this before, you're a sub who has been trained, I dont want to know who collared you, just let them stay unnamed

I'm just glad its in the open, we've shared now there's no lies, I'm a Dom and you're a Sub, no need for a disguise

Now our life is on the right track, we no longer hide or lie, I'm so glad we're compatible
I'm glad I asked to try

The Kinky Poet 

The cuddle

It seems such a simple act, to put your arms tight around a friend, a token of your support, to show soon their pain will end

Wrapped around a lover, you can snuggle in all night, whispers shared in romance, a hug that feels so right

Saddened by some bad news, the loss of a loved one or a friend, a cuddle is the starting block, for the tears to end

A celebratory cuddle, when things have gone your way, a victory or some joyous news, a cuddle marks the day

Then you have the first one, its often followed by a loves first kiss, pulled in tight, with expectation, for true love is what you wish

Once you've finished fucking, exhausted but saited on your bed, cuddled in together, his chest makes a pillow for your head

When someone small has hurt themselves, maybe they've scratched their knee, straight into their parents arms, is where they want to be

It can be a million things, when you're in that warm embrace, but one thing is for certain, its given to put a smile upon on your face

THE KINKY POET