THE KINKY POET

A dream I dream

Hand in hand

Fingers locked, entwined in love, both held in a loving grasp, locked in a state of happiness, the lock of loves true clasp

Skin on skin, feelings shared, we're both feeling loves tingle, mindlessly our digits move, in love they play and mingle

Together with your hand in mine, we show the world a sign, it screams out I love you, I'm yours and you are mine

A declaration for the world to see, I've found my one true love, my mate, now and forever, the love we share is great

Thumbs wrapped in so tightly, like the seal upon our loving grip, connected by our desires, our love wont wain or slip

How can this come from holding hands, do you believe this love is real, just find a special hand to hold and open up your heart and feel

Feel the connection running through you, its like loves circuit is complete, sharing every spark of loves electricity everytime you meet

So find a hand and hold it tight, feel the love it holds inside, hang on for loves paths not always smooth, but enjoy its wonderous ride

THE KINKY POET 

Bit of a selfish poem. Sorry just licking wounds feeling slightly lost

Feelings lost

Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much

Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong

I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh

No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me

Broken from the chest down, I still feel love inside my heart and brain, emotions still haunt my body, my needs remain the same

No longer can I give all I was, sometimes I no longer feel a man, now I can't give my all, like a real man can

Yes I can seduce you with words, make love inside your brain, describe the act of orgasm but both our needs remain

Now I'm just a broken poet, whose laying in his bed, trying to send his everything, wrapped in poetry from his head

THE KINKY POET

The meaner, nastier side to stranger sex

Stranger fucking

I dont want to know you're name, I'm not interested in your mum, I just want to fuck you and finish when I cum

I dont care about your past, or the men who are so mean, I just want to eat you out, I thought this was your scene

No names, no chat, let's just get down to the job, stop your gums flapping, just put them round my knob

Now all is quiet except the sound of your lips sucking, this is easily my favourite game, I love stranger fucking

I feel no love for them, I’m here solely for my needs, I like to do them doggy style, with a bitch right on her knees

Then I dont have to look at her, I dont have to see her face, I dont care where she comes from, I’ll fuck in any place

Outside in the woods, in a cheap hotel, I'll even fuck you in the car, I'm up for anything, I dont have a step to far

I'll tie you up and whip you, fuck you in your bum, whatever you like my bitch, as long as I get to cum

Its all about my carnal needs, feelings are left outside the door, to me your just a spunk dump, you are my little whore

If I wanted proper love, or I was  romancing for a wife, you'd be the last I'd choose, I dont need the strife

I'd want a pretty and a nice girl, not a bitch on heat, I wouldn't be looking on a dogging site, for a slag like you to meet

A few more thrusts and I am done, my spunks all in your cunt, with no goodbyes you can fuck off now, I must restart my hunt

Looking to find a new dog, a slut to stick it too, maybe you’re the stranger so can i fuck with you.

THE KINKY POET 

Stranger sex

A name upon the Internet, no idea of who they are, all you know is your profiles match and they don't live all that far

You both choose a wine bar, the same distance from where you live, you decide to both meet a eight, a first name is all you give

You make your way inside the bar, on a stool sits a girl in a dress of lace, she turns and she smiles at you, light radiates from her face

You buy her a glass of house white, you both ask how did you get here, you both tell the same sad story, whilst you drink your wine and beer

You both hop into a cab, you both find a cheap hotel room for the night, the man pays with cash, he opens the door and flicks the light

He sits on a well used bed, he turns when he hears the bathroom door, standing there was a vision, he couldn't wait no more

He pulled her towards him, he lays her on the bed, he looks at this beauty, all the while desires growing in his head

Kissing starts, hands run wild, passion and hunger overflows, they fumble at each other, trying to remove each others clothes

She spreads her legs he enters her, she gasps as she takes his girth, soon he is pounding her, both fucking for all their worth

A long night of passion is had, she took him in every hole, still no real information exchanged, anonymity still their goal

Once they had finished, they left the room and cum stained sheet, they took a cab to the wine bar, the place of their stranger meet

Both said their last goodbyes, she walked left and he went right, like two ships that passed dense fog, both sailed off out of sight

THE KINKY POET 

The night of pain

Come on baby harder, I really can't get off without the pain, really clamp the cuffs on tighter, we ain't playing your Policeman game

You had your choice last night, tonight's about my needs, just remember not to stop, regardless of my plea's

Twist my nipples twice as hard, try to rip them off my chest, get the biggest butt plug, just measure it to the rest

Put the clamp onto my clit, now give it a almighty tug, put some more effort in babe, pretend your shaking dirt off our front room rug

Oh thats more like it, my pussy's juice just starts to run, grab the biggest butt plug babe and ram it up my bum

Call me some nasty names, your slut, your toy, your whore, swear at me and own me, drag me to the floor

Make me suck your cock, or put me in a leather gag, tell me what to do to you, just treat me like some dirty slag

Get out the body wax poured on my pussy would be nice, then you could just cool it off, with some melted blocks of ice

The more pain you give to me, the harder I will cum, so go get that riding crop, just spank me on the bum

God I love it when it's my pain night, I love to play my game, I love my special bruises, and the marks that still remain

THE KINKY POET 

The pain of lost love, a feeling sadly most have shared

Shattered

Laying in a thousand pieces, like a broken mirror on the floor, your shattered heart, still beats, though your head can take no more

Why does the Sun come up, when you just want the world to end, when love slips through your fingers, you feel like your heart will never mend

How can the world continue to turn, still the sea still laps against the shore, don't the world know you're dying, you have your love no more

Such a pain deep inside your heart, your mind  searching for the reason why, you can't eat or sleep, all you do is cry

If you had done somethings differently, would that have made them stay, if you had tried much harder, maybe they'd still be here today

Was it something that you said, or something that you done, how can you be on your own, when before you were "The One"

Now your laying alone in your bed, loves dream so torn and tattered, tears streaming down your face, your heart still beats, though its shattered

THE KINKY 

Searching for eternity (7)

The king has decided there's only one thing he could do, if they were to be together, a eternal love that's true

He told her of the things she'd miss, the fact she would never see the Sun, she told him she didn't care, she wanted "the turn" to be done

They danced together, talked all night, he told her to watch her last sunrise, make it a perfect memory, a picture painted with her eyes

Then he left her to be alone, to spend her last day drawing breath, tomorrow night she would face, loves eternal death

Soon the evening came around, she ate her favourite meal, she was now ready, to give up all the things she'd feel

The king held her in her arms, she moved, her hair aside, he moved in close to hear neck, his mouth was opened wide

His teeth pierced her neck, and he slowly drank her blood, as her life left through her vein, he stopped at the moment when a few heartbeats still remained

He took her too where he slept, he layed he deep within the ground, knowing the next evening, his eternal love would soon be found

THE KINKY POET 

Searching for eternity (6)

She had a free run of the castle, but she couldn't wait for late at night, she knew he would visit, to check she was alright

He would watch her eat, he told her how he lost his son and wife, how the plague took them, then how his life was turned to strife

How he was later turned, and how a he is now the Vampire King, she taught him how to dance, he just loved to hear her sing

She began to miss him, when she was alone each and every day, she knew she was falling in love with him, but she didn't want to say

And whilst laying in his coffin, she was always playing on his mind, he was captivated by her beauty, she was so very kind

Many years passed on by, her hair was growing long and grey, thoughts of her own mortality, slowly came into play

She told him of her fears, of how one day they'll have to part, he knew he'd be alone again, with his cold and empty heart

He left before the breaking of the dawn, with her words running, running through his mind, he didn't want her to leave him, a solution he must find

THE KINKY POET 

Hero play

Dressed in a sculptured rubber suit, I'm the dark and moody Knight, if I can get this outfit off, Bruce Wayne will fuck tonight

Put your hands behind your back, I'll take down anything you say, I'll slap on the handcuffs it's police man sex today

I could dress up as Thor, with a long blonde wig and hammer, you would feel my thunder and lightning, everytime this Norse god rammed ya

Stand back, all clear, I'll have to revive her with a shock, kindly open wide, whilst i take your temperature with my cock

I was quite offended when you said, I should dress up as THE FLASH, because I don't last that long and sex is over in a flash

I'll run into the burning building, a fireman is a hero, it's a fact everybody knows, but I'll light your passions fire, once you see my hose

Faster than a speeding bullet, with a cap and a (S) upon my chest, am I the man of Steel, or am I just quicker than the rest

Whether it is everyday heroes, or the one's from inside my comic books, I live to be your hero, do you love how my costume looks

You are my one true Queen, i am your brave and loyal Knight, I'll fight any dragon, to lance my Queen tonight

So tonight I'm a hero, i just love to fuck in the hero game, because I get to save and fuck you but damsel you'll remain

THE KINKY POET 

Searching for eternity (5)

The Vampire King crawled up the steps, to the dungeon way up high, she could hear him turn the key, she could hear him deeply sigh

He pushed the door open, he stepped inside the door, he stumbled and staggered in, he fell right on the floor

She rush to his aid, in horror she gasped and screamed, the skin upon the Kings face was peeling, or so it seemed

He explained how he'd been hunted by a Vampire slayer, who threw holy water in his face, he managed to fly off before the slayer could give chase

She helped him onto her bed, she asked what would help him heal, he told her he must go out and feed, only blood would make him heal

But she could see he had no strength, she knew he couldn't hunt or fly, but if he never fed soon, he would surely die

The dungeon door was open wide, she could easily simply flee, he could never catch her, once again she could be free

But he looked weak and helpless, she felt a pang inside her heart, even though she was taken by force, there was a connection from the start

She put his head on her lap, he felt her wrist against his lips, his teeth broken into her vein, her blood come out in drips

He didn't want to drink her blood, but without it he would die, he gently fed from her, she released a gentle sigh

Once he had all his needed, he laid quietly on her bed, she sat watching him slowly heal, the skin grew back upon his head

Once he was on his feet, he turned away towards the door, he told her she ways free to leave, she would be a captive hear no more

She reached out and held his hand, she told him she'd like to stay, he said the castle is now her home, he turned and walks away

THE KINKY POET