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 

Throbbing, soaking wet

You're laying in your bed late at night, you get that certain need, desires running through you, your pussy needs to feed

You knew reading his poetry would put you in the mood, you slide out your Pjs, your laying in the nude

You start stroking your neck, your body tingles deep inside, you pull at your nipples, the moans you try to hide

Muffling the sounds from those in your house, it kind of gets you hot, harden nipples in your hands, you squeeze with all you've got

Pain and pleasure rushes through you, your hands go to your cunt, wet, soaking waiting, for your parted lips you hunt

Moist, wet and ready, you make deep circles on your clit, biting your bottom lip for silence as your fingers dive into your slit

Warm juice swallow you, you start a slow and steady push, you feel yourself spasm as your juices fly out with a whoosh

You knew that would happen, when you cum you always squirt, you've used it in a chat up line, you saucy little flirt

Sheets form a wet patch, your juice has soaked your bed, that doesn't matter now, you're busy fucking in your head

Three fingers buried deep, you're in need of your favorite sex toy, silent yet powerful, you call him your "special boy"

Deep vibrating penetration, he makes you cum again, juice flying everywhere, it looks like you've been caught out, naked in the rain

Back arched, quiet moans, your toy has done its deed, you lay in a cum soaked bed, you've calmed your aching need

You move to the dry side, you rest your weary head, that'll teach you to read his poetry, late at night, whilst laying in your bed

His words paint vivid pictures, those pictures turn you on, all from some erotic stanzas, written by that poet Ron

THE KINKY POET 

I'm  yours, own me

Rip all my clothes off, throw me onto our great big bed, take me, own me, do whatever's in your head

Throw my clothes on the floor, I'm here waiting I'm naked oh so bare, put me in any position that you like, just fuck me I don't care

Anyway fast or slow, in my mouth, pussy or my bum, my body is your playground, Sir please fill me with your creamy cum

Spank me whilst we're fucking, pull my hair, make me suck your dick, fuck my mouth with passion, I want my masters dick

Put me on my knees, I'm so content kneeling at your feet, giving my complete submission, for me is such a treat

Tell me if you want a outfit worn, I can play a certain roll, or perhaps I can dance for you, I can spin around a pole

Just control me, take charge of me, I want to be told just what to do, take me and mould me, let me be owned by you

THE KINKY POET 

The reminder

The kiss sent down the line, that's been sent from far away, reminds you that you're in their heart each and everyday

Though you're so far apart a simple kiss sent to a phone, will let someone know their in your thoughts and they're not alone

Emoji's of hearts and lips, smiling faces can make their day, a simple I'm thinking of you, though you're far away

Small reminders of love pinged to a loved ones phone, gifs upon a screen, flashing hearts and kisses, will make their faces beam

Notes saying the most simple things, can quite often mean the most, flying through the universe, reaching coast to coast

Reaching out and touching hearts, reminders that we care, showing that you are with them, even when you can't be there

Now with the age of communication, you can send your love each and every day, small fleeting reminders, that their in your heart and thoughts today

It only takes a moment, but this small thing will make them smile, bringing moments of warmth and love, it makes it all worthwhile

So pick up your mobile phone, let them know how much you care, show them your with them, though you can't be there

THE KINKY POET