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 

Hi peeps

This is a prelude to the Vampire gothic series I'm hoping to showcase next, I hope it gets the same support my Rose series did, for which I'm grateful 

Anyway enjoy

Vampire King

The lightening strikes the tower, on a castle way up high, it is a dark foreboding place, from its turrets comes a cry.

For in the highest keep, a maiden bows her head, the Vampire king keeps her their, shackled to her bed

He comes to her every night, on her blood he loves to feed, he forced himself upon her, he did a heartless deed.

She was a purest maiden, the type no man had ever touched, now she was a woman, with him shes seen so much.

The key turns in its lock the cell door opens wide, the Vampire king his standing there, his minions by his side.

He waves a hand and they turn away, together they are alone, he looks like a young man, but has spent lifetimes on his throne.

He moves in close towards her, he can feel her body shake, he doesn't care, he is the king, she is his for him to take.

He puts his fingers through her hair, he pulls her head back he looks upon her vein, his teeth sink into her flesh, he's feeding once again.

But tonight it will be different, she can feel she's losing life, tonight the king will turn her, she will be his wife.

As her last breath leaves her, he looks into her tear soaked eyes, he whispers " Tomorrow night your thank me" he watches has she dies

Next night when she awakes, she has a hunger she cant hide, she must drink from a vein, she is a Vampire bride.

All dressed in a long black dress, its made of the finest lace, her skin is so ivory White not a blemish on her face.

She runs her hands down her body her muscles are hard and firm, not a single ounce of fat, with each touch she can confirm.

In walks the Vampire king, his magnificence shows in every stride, he calls to her, she runs to him, she is his Vampire bride.

He tells how he loves her, how she will never age a day, she agrees, she feels wonderful, they kiss and start to play.

She looks up and says to him, "My king it would seem that you were right, you said I'd say thank you, when you made me yours last night".

Now they live in eternity, in a Castle way up high, there love will last forever, in the darkest sky.

THE KINKY POET

Facets of love

So many different people, so many ways to love and play, each person have their little quirks, it's how they feel that day

One day they may want sex rough, the next just be held all night, tied up and beaten, whose to say what's wrong or right

Some love to be controlled, they have a need to serve and to obey, to sit at their dominants feet, to be on call all day

Some dress up as characters, the do scenarios during sex, some risk playing a dangerous game, by sleeping with a ex

There are dominants and submissive's, men are Daddy's, sometimes Sir's, Mistresses and Mummy's, the name that she or he prefers

There are so many different types of love, all of which are real, physical or online, they all have their own appeal

Some like to be cute littles, they love sitting on their grown ups lap, snuggled in with tenderness, whilst they have a nap

Some are at their happiest, when kept under lock and key, or tied with ropes or handcuffs, they love to beg and plea

Public sex, verbal degradation, some love to be abused and called harsh names, it might not be your cup of tea but its a love by another name

So don't be quick to judge others, because their kinks don't match with yours, just because some are happiest when on a leash, walking on all fours

But that doesn't make it any kind of a lesser love, because it's different from our own, give them room to blossom, until their kinks have grown

Then you'll see it's about their happiness, a love where there is no room for hate, just let your facets guide you, go out and find your fate

A million different types of love, each one is strong and true, just take a look deep inside yourself and find the kink in you

THE KINKY POET 

Setting the Rose free

The storm clouds have parted, you can see blue skies and the Sun, now the Rose is bathed in Sunshine, the gardeners work is done

All the weeds are cut away, no vines to pull her down, her petals are in full bloom, she no longer wears a frown

No more tears upon her petals, just warmth from up above, gone are the nasty weeds, her garden's full of love

A picket fence painted white, her lawn so lush and green, a garden where only good things grow, a paradise that must be seen

So now the gardener has done his work, she's happy and devine, now you know you're special, it's time to end this rhyme

But if ever you have need of me, your gardener, poet, Knight, you know where to find me, I'll be here day or night

So blossom now my perfect Rose, grow tall and find your Sun, remember I'll always be here for you, you'll always be the one

THE KINKY POET