THE KINKY POET

The birthday gift

Tied down, then blindfolded, plugs inside your ears, you're completely at his mercy, you're filled with excitement tinged with fear

Then you feel the first touch, as the flogger hits your skin, you let out a delightful sigh, oh yes sir, please let the pain begin

Clamps put on your nipples, their grip is hard and tight, pain screaming through you, your pussy moistens with delight

A Wand against your cliterus, you start to thrash and buck, a plug goes into to your ass, you want a cock to suck

You ask Sir nicely, can he put his cock against your lips, you beg him for his shaft, his cum you want to sip

He gives no answer, he pushes his fingers deep inside, you now know he won't do your bidding, but at least you know you tried

Fingers gropping in your cunt, his thumb pushed hard against your clit, orgasms arrive in waves, juices oozes from your slit.

Then you feel hands on your thighs, they stretch your pussy wide, you cry out in ecstasy as a tongue goes deep inside

Just as you realise, that's not your masters tongue, a solid cock is put upon your lips, you know what must be done

He pushes deep inside your throat, with ease and practice you take all, his full shaft slides in deep throat, you feel him rise and fall

Your minds going crazy, who is the mystery tongue, they have such amazing oral skills, again they made you cum

Then there's a position change, there's someone across your face, you feel a pussy on your mouth, your heart begins to race

You push your tongue into her, juices run down across your face, you feel your master enter you, he starts to pound at pace

The guest is grinding in your face, the master fucks you fast, juices running from everywhere, how long can playtime last

Then with a shudder, her cunt is full of her masters cream, the guest soaks your face and hair, its over so it seems

Then your blindfolds taken off, your eyes adjust to light, you're released from your bindings as he wishes you good night

As you reach the playroom door, you hear your master say, I hope you enjoyed your gift my sweet, many Happy returns of the day

Oh my he remembered your birthday, the night was a birthday play, you head off to the shower, that gift has made your day

THE KINKY POET 

Underwear

Men buy pretty underwear, lace panties, matching bra, they say its for they're loved one but from the truth this is quite far

Yes a girl will love the gifts, who wouldn't like a nice surprise, they feel nice when they're wearing them, you can see it in their eyes

Silken cloth against the skin, breasts held nicely in a pretty cup, some designed to make cleavage, all designed to hold them up

They feel delightful under their clothes, it makes feel sexy and quite hot, its their little secret, hiding the sexy undies that they've got

Some are just for play, some are vintage old in style, Basques, corsets, fishnets, are awkward to wear but always look worthwhile

All designed to adorn your body, some with jewels, beads and lace, bought as a gift for them, to out a smile upon their face

But really they are bought for just one thing, I think the truth now should be told, its just to get you nearly naked, for us to look and hold

As much as we say they're a gift for you, ladies that's not strictly true, yes its because we love you, but we want to get you undressed too

THE KINKY POET 

To you all from me

Some are tall, some are short, with sizes in between, some are often caring, all have the capacity to be cruel and mean

You all have a hidden beauty, your friends and lovers see it everyday, whilst your living your daily lives, when at work or play

Everyone of you's a Goddess, Aphrodite or a Queen, some may not believe me but its there in you waiting to be seen

Some worry how they look to the world, how they are perceived, some think they're only here to serve their man and breed

I want to take this poem, use this chance for me to say, you are all so wonderful, I hope you all see today

See you are all amazing, belive when you were made they broke the mould, listen to these compliments, let their truth to told

Accept that you're a work of art, love all your shapes and curves, believe that you're so special and more than mere man deserves

So I hope you read my poem, inside you know it's true, just BE STRONG AND BE BEAUTIFUL, MOST OF ALL BE YOU

THE KINKY POET 

Sex doll

I'll know she'll never leave me, I'm her very special man, no one can take her love away from me, she's my biggest fan

Always waiting for me, she never says no babe not tonight, her legs are always open, she's always moist and tight

Her mouths always open ready waiting for my cock, I just simply slide it in, she's easily kept clean, I just wipe spunk off her chin

Cuddles are different, her arms don't wrap around, the noise is quite off putting, when we fuck, she makes a squeaky sound

But I don't need to use foreplay, romance is not our way, I just put her back into the wardrobe until it's time to play

Sometimes she goes soft and floppy, I just give her a quick few pumps, then she's back to normal, I love her nice and plump

I can take her in the shower, she lets me fuck her up the bum, she never moans or complains how quick I am or how premature I cum

So for me she's the perfect girl, the one who's always there, delivered in a cardboard box, you simply add the air

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