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

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