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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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School rules

So you've been bad again, you'll be staying after class, just one more quip from you young girl and i will cane your ass

Don't poke your tongue out, that's extremly bad and rude, you know what that does to me, you'll get me in the mood

You wear the shortest uniform, I can see your stocking tops of lace, stop showing your cleavage, take that look right off your face

What are you doing girl, you can't sit down on my lap, I can feel myself getting hard, I'm a randy sort of chap

Oh my god she's rubbing me, her hand rubs up my cock, stop before it goes to far, its only Four o'clock

She goes to the office door, she slowly turns the key, she starts to undo her blouse, I know she's here for me

I pull her in hard and fast, I sit her on my desk her legs spread wide, I move aside her lace panties and push my tongue inside

Her juice tastes of heaven, her pussy's nice and tight, soon I've got my cock in her, though I know it isn't right

I'm fucking my student, she has her legs tight round my waist, I'm pounding with one eye upon the clock, I'm fucking with most haste

She's screaming and moaning her juice runs down my leg, I ask her not to shout so loud, I almost have to beg

Orgasm after orgasm, she's writhing, head tossed back, I put my finger in her ass, I want to make it slack

Soon she's relaxed enough, I guide my cock inside her bum, the instant that I do it, she means she's gonna cum

Pounding her in her ass, it's so ready moist and tight, simply in that moment I decide I'm cumming in here tonight

A few fast deep thrusts, I'm just about to cum, she's say oh shit we've got to go, I got to meet my mum

Instantly I pull out, I'm like a dog whose lost his bone, she's smiles and says stop sulking we can finish off at home

She gets out her school girl outfit, we get our gear and leave, its great being a teacher, whose girl likes playing make believe

We hop into the car, we drive off to get her dear old mum, on the way she strokes my cock, I really need to cum

My testicles are aching, I was so very nearly at the end, so close to cumming up her ass, until it had to end

I greeted her mum with a smile, but in my mind I was fucking mad, its not her fault I know it but I wanted some ass so bad

So I must wait till later, when again we get to play, I hope we can finish off, the end of our school day

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All fun and games

On a cold dark rainy night, you were walking down a street, soaked through and freezing, wanting home and heat

You know of a quick short cut, I could save a little time, it's just across the park, you're sure you'll be just fine

You decide that's the way to go, the grass soaks your feet some more, you don't see the nightmare, who will scare you to your core

Hiding in the bushes, is a man all dressed in Black, he's been watching you and now he will attack

He grabs you from behind, your mouth covered so you can't scream, his face hidden by a mask but tonight is no bad dream

He pushes his hand up your skirt, but panties you have none, his rough hands grab at you, your pussy and your bum

He puts a hand around your throat, he drags you to the ground, he spreads your legs with his knees, his breath the only sound

He fumbles for a moment, then you feel his massive cock go in, he starts to fuck you roughly, his eyes are full of sin

You know not to struggle, you just let him have his way, hopefully he will finish soon and you'll survive to see another day

Soon his breathing quickens, he fills your pussy with his demon seed, he pulls himself off you, he's done his evil deed

He just calmly walks away, leaving you soaked and on the floor, at least he only fucked you but you feel dirty to your core

You pick yourself up off the grounf, you make your way back home, you try to call your boyfriend but he won't pick up his phone

You put the key in the door, you drop your phone onto the side, then you see a most frightening sight, it brings a fear you cannot hide

There on the kitchen table, was the attackers dark clothing and the mask, you nearly faint in fear, he did this evil task

He walks out the bedroom, all showered nice and clean, he asks how did you like, the late night attackers scene

You gathers your self control, " I guess it wasn't bad, but your performance between my legs left me kind of mad"

"You got to cum real hard, I was left hungry for wanting more, so let me take a shower, then we can fuck me like a whore

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WARNING DARK, SCARY POSSIBLE TRIGGER

Coveting

I see you walk passed me, almost every single day, I wish I could talk to you but I don't know what I would say

Sometimes I follow you, I see you board your train, I know that sounds crazy but you're stuck inside my brain

We sat and had a coffee once, well we were both in the same shop, I know I sound real creepy but its something I can't stop

In my dreams we're lovers, together all the time, you love me and I love you, I own you, you are mine

How can I stop these thoughts, you're constantly in my head, I think they would simply stop, if you were gone or dead

I'm making a sound proof room, no windows, and locked doors, I've painted it the same colour as the bedroom that is yours

I know the shade of pink, I saw you late one night, I watched you sleeping in your bed, to make sure i got it right

I got you the same patterned duvet, a T.V and a lovely bedside light, so you don't get frightened, when it's late at night

Now all I've got to do, is get you somewhere on your own, then I'll just knock you out and bring my love back home

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