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

The gift of Submission

Submission isn't a doms given right, it's given with due care, he or she must be worthy, it's earned by being there

Helping the Submissive grow, to nature, help them grow, to help their path seem smoother, to show the way to go

Love the Submissive always, but chastise them when they must, avoid all confusion, these things are built on trust

If you a the dominant and someone submits to you, make sure they understand the life, together talk it through

Give them a consideration time, let ask all they want to know, tell them of all the ups and downs, from honesty love will grow

If you do all these things, to the Submissive you give your heart, you will have a great foundation, they'll have the perfect start

So after all your discussions, they decide to submit to you, you know you'll have their love and respect, you'll know your Sub is true

So honour the gift of Submission, it's a strong and sacred bond, treat it with a reverence, it's a love that's way beyond

Beyond any normal love, they've offered you their soul, now give them love, protection and respect, this should be your goal

THE KINKY POET 

Searching for eternity (4)

The evening came around real soon, she sat quietly on her bed, not knowing why she was there, thoughts running through her head

Then she heard the key turn, the dungeon door was opened wide, there stood a man all in Black, a cape draped by his side

She froze there in terror, instantly she knew the man in Black, she pleaded to be set free, she begged, to taken back

He listened to her plea's he simply shook his head, then she saw his teeth extend, it was time that he was fed

She tried to fend off the king, with her fingers she made a cross, he laughed at her loudly, the attempt was such a loss

He looked deep within her eyes, then came a feeling he thought long lost, he felt a kind of longing, she reminded him of a love once lost

Instead of taking her fresh blood, he unlocked her heavy chain, he asked her was she hungry, she asked is this some kind of game

With a firey spirit, she said "Don't play, just end my life, dont make me sit and suffer, come now end my strife".

Her words struck him deep inside, in his heart he thought was dead, he looked at her with tenderness and simply shook his head

He left for a short while, he didn't bind her in the chains, soon he was at her dungeon door, he stepped inside again

A platter of so many foods, fresh fruit, meat and wine, she was so very hungry and the food looked so devine

She couldn't help but try the food, she noticed he never eat, she offered him a morsel, he refused with some regret

He explained food just tastes like ash, on fresh blood he only feeds, thats why he hunts a night, to take just what he needs

She asked why she was not dead, like all the other victims in the town, he told her he couldn't take her life, on his face he wore a frown

She could see a type of kindness deep within his eyes, he said he must go and feed, then she did something to his great surprise

She pushed her hair to one side she offered him her pulsing vein, he was so extremely hungry, but from feeding he refrained

So he left her in her dungeon, he had to go and feed, he was shocked by her offer, to supply him with his need

Every night he'd visit her, but her blood he would not take, he showed her around the castle, a strange friendship it did make

She began to look forward, to the key turn in the door, she saw a softer side to him, there was kindness at his core

As for the Vampire king, she made him feel so alive, it reminded him of a life long since gone, for it's return again he'll strive

THE KINKY POET 

What is love

What defines such a word, who can say this must be love, is it when a connections made, where you fit like hand in glove

Is it when you share a kink, or you both sail in the same boat, is it when you have to say goodnight the words jam in your throat

Maybe loves just a kiss, or it presides within a smile, a glance that simply makes you glow, makes your life worth while

Is during the darkest times, they are a small but precious light, scaring away the monsters that haunt you in the night

Is it the feeling that you get when your bodies blend as one, or playing games when fucking as you greet the morning Sun

The trust found between you, the faith in each of you, to share your secret lusts and desires, a thing found by so few

So what makes this thing called love, is it the pain when you're apart, all I know is that when you find it, you should just keep it in you're heart

Love seems a complex word, bound within so many things, never give up looking for it and all the joy it brings

So whatever gives you the feeling, for you that love is real, it doesn't have to have a label, loves just a way you feel

THE KINKY POET 

Searching for eternity (3)

The light shone dimly, from the candle In the room, the Vampire King peered inside with ease, his eyes accustomed to the gloom

Laying quietly on a bed was a maiden oh so young and fair, in a instant he was mesmerized, he had to stop and stare

He looked around the window frame, Garlic hung there strung in cloves, he laughed to himself, as he climbed in, the superstition here still grows

Garlic wont fend him off, though its true Vampires hate the smell, but it won't protect you or keep one out of the place you dwell

Standing above her, he could feel her beating heart, hunger grew inside him, the time to feed must start

He pushed away her long blonde hair, he watched her bosoms rise and fall, he moved in much closer, it was time to take it all

She woke up in a frightened start, she opened her mouth to scream, but there was only silence as she collapsed back in a dream

She was in a dream like state, it was the Vampires skill, to mesmerise his chosen victim, before he made his kill

Her white skin shone by the candle light, with a bite her blood began to flow, the taste was the purest nectar, he knew he would never let her go

He couldn't take her life that night, he was addicted to her taste, he scooped her up in his arms with ease, he left with her in haste

In the castles highest turret, in a small window shone a light, in that dungeon was that maiden, the girl the Vampire took tonight

Chained to a Iron ring, just above the bed, she lay there scared and deeply sobbing, she knew not how she got there, or why her neck was sore and throbbing

The Vampire was laying in his coffin, from there he could hear her scream, until all went quiet, then he closed his eyes to dream

THE KINKY POET 

Degradation

Treat me like your little slut, let me be your anal whore, do with me what you will, then toss me on the floor

Pick a hole and stick it in, I don't care just fill me with your cum, in my pussy, or my mouth, I'll take it up my bum

Tie me up and flog me, call me your favourite names, I'll dress up if thats your thing, just lets play nasty games

I'll be your slut, your dirty slag, I love it when you call me Sub, grab my hair and force me, to give your cock a rub

I'll take you deep in my throat, push hard and make me gag, slap my face as I suck, I'm a cock hungry little slag

Humiliation is my playground, degradation turns me on, please sir can I cum now, you've mad me wait so long

Your control is my life long need, to be at your feet all night, feeling your leg against my back makes my world so right

I'll wear a owned collar, I'd  be forever at your beck and call, please let me call you master, i wish to give my all

THE KINKY POET 

Searching for eternity (2)

The castle stands an imposing sight, high above the town, as soon as the Sun sets, the town just closes down

They know people go missing, as children they heard the bed time tales, of what comes down at night, the fear it never fails

Doors locked, windows shut, they hang crosses everywhere, saying their prayers at night, Holy water splashed here and there

All of the superstitions, tales handed down through the sands of time, sadly most of them are useless but it makes them sleep just fine

But high up in the Castle the Vampire King begins to wake, hunger runs through him, a life tonight hell take

He walks down the main hall, tapestries hung high on every wall, portraits staring down at him  family one and all

He stops as he always did, of the painting of his Son and Wife, though they've been gone one hundred years, the pain still cuts him like a knife

Killed by a evil plague, there were many villagers also died, he knew he couldn't save them, though he knows at least he tried

He remembers giving up on life, drunk laying, praying for a end, that was when he appeared, with charismatic blend

We drank loads of wine, I sat and i told him of my woes, how I prayed to be with my family, you know how the story goes

Then he was upon me, I felt my blood run out my vein, the life force was leaving me, soon we'll be reunited once again

He closed his eyes and welcomed death, a end to his pain and strife, he gave my life freely, to be with his son and wife

Then he awoke under ground, he pushed free and cleared his eyes, there stood the Vampire imagine his surprise

He didn't take his life, he turned him, now he's cursed, to wander through eternity, to him this existence is the worst

Why didn't he let him die, now for one hundred years this castles been his home, barren cold and loveless, he's dead and all alone

Cursed for all eternity, to feed where and when he may, hated and feared by all mankind, never again to see a day

With a howl he flies into the night, in the distance he spots a candle light, he swoops down to peak inside, he sees a wondrous sight

THE KINKY POET 

Searching for eternity. (1)

Deep in the castle dungeon a coffin was layed inside, laying in it was the Vampire king, his dark eyes were opened wide

He rises from his slumber, he feels the call of the stormy night, he feels the pang of hunger, as a bat the king takes flight

Soaring high on slender wing, he searches for his prey, he must get fresh blood tonight, a poor victim he must slay

Then he spots a shepherd, watching over his precious sheep, but the hours must have caught up with him, he's laying fast asleep

The king lands so gently, he takes again his human form, he looks down at the shepherd, his face is lined and worn

But the king hasn't fed in days, the shepherds neck is so exposed, he sinks his teeth into a vein, his blood so fresh just flows

That was the last night, the shepherd tended his precious sheep, the king drank his life force, now he rests in a eternal sleep

That night the King fed well, but soon the time had come, he must go back to the castle, before the morning Sun

In the darkest dungeon, he stares into the dark, the walks are heavy with a ancient smell the stones are grey and stark

He remembers of a lifetime gone by, when music filled these halls, when love, warmth and laughter, permeated from the walls

That was before he was turned, the last day he saw the Sun, a vision of his one true love and his beloved son

Now he was on his own, an eternity spent as one, he decides he wants a Vampire Queen, so the search as just begun

THE KINKY POET