THE KINKY POET

Once upon a dream I had

Once upon a dream I had, I found the perfect Rose, every petal truly perfect, where she came from heaven only knows

Such a rare beauty, whose like I'd never seen before, the moment that I saw her, my heart cried out for more

This Rose stood out above the rest, her colour brighter than the rest, her fragrance was so delicate, she simply was the best

Everyone who saw this Rose, a breath from them was stole, a gasp of astonishment, as they passed her on their stroll

No one ever tried to steal the Rose, she grew so wild and free, sharing her beauty with the world but especially with me

I knew they would all stop and stare, her beauty shone out bright, but I was the only one she came to, in my dreams at night

So look upon my pretty Rose, then you might as well just walk on by, you may want her for yourself, please go ahead and try

Because I'm not standing there, like a Knight guarding his loving Royal Queen, don't think you can take her, because she lives within my dream

In my dreams there's just me and her my Rose who has another name, though forever kept a secret, so the rest can guess in vain

Only I know the Roses true name, I hide it deep within my heart, I hope one day she realises, it's been her from the start

If you think you are the Rose, I guess that's not so bad, it might be you I saw that night, in a dream that I once had

THE KINKY POET 

Off the page

Oh to climb off this page, to slide inside your bed, to be the person touching you, not just this poem being read

My hands doing the things I write, touching all your skin, feeling every single curve, not just be some words within

Words within a poem, a seductive messege wrote in rhyme, to be your lover not a writer, so I could make you mine

Wrap my arms around you, share your love for real, instead of only dreaming, writing poetry on how our love might feel

My lips touching yours, of making love with you I write, but I would give up my poets life, just to spend a single night

One night of us being real, not just stanzas, loving words written formed in line, I dream of coming off this page to really make you mine

THE KINKY POET 

The Rose and the Knight

Whilst riding through the kingdom, the Knight came across a Rose, encumbered by weeds and vines, it was a struggle for her to grow

Vines on her petals, weeds, hanging dragging at her stem, he decided he would save this Rose and cut her clear of them

He climbed down off his charger, his pure and noble steed, he pulled out his sword of justice, then he started with his deed

Hacking at the weeds and vines, the job was hard and slow but he knew if he cleared her way, this Rose would surely grow

As the Knight cleared the Rose, a unexpected feeling in him grew, a desire to keep her with him always, though it was ridiculous he knew

How could he take this beauty with him, as he rode across land, a Rose such as her would soon get bored, his life is tough and bland

But inside he yearned for the Rose, but he knew he had to leave, he glanced at her one more time, for her his heart would forever greave

He has been to many lands, many battles fought and lost, in the protection of the Queens kingdom, but his heart has paid a cost

For somewhere in a far away land, someone else now loves his Rose, he wonders does she think of him, of his love he hopes she knows

He hopes her love protects her, he prays she's in full bloom, he hopes she remembers her loving Knight, whose sword gave her the room

The room to grow in a weed free space, to reach and feel the Sun, though she may not remember him, but to the Knight she is the one

THE KINKY POET 

The lady in White

She haunts my dreams, late at night, this vision dressed in White, but she's no spirit or a spectre, she not here to give a fright

She's a vision of loveliness, full of elegance and grace, her face is etched in beauty, her figure dressed in Lace

She has the softest kisses, her touch so silky smooth, I'm mesmerized by her stunning eyes, transfixed I cannot move

She glides around my minds eye, we make love so sweet each night, a love so pure and gentle, I need her with me every night

To hold her hand and bring her in so close, to run my hands across her skin, to feel my White lady in my bed, is where my dreams begin

Always close but out of reach, i dream of her each night, blessed by her stunning beauty, cursed by my need for her each night

Because I want her so very badly, with a touch my heart she'd own, if she was more than the purest vision and I wasn't a dreamer all alone

Then my lady of my dreams, my vision of beauty dressed in white, would spend with me a eternity and not just appear at night

THE KINKY POET 

Considered

You wish to be my Submissive, you want to hand to me control, you know I take fools lightly, you won't be treated like a doll

Yes I can guide you through this life, steer you down its many lanes, take you through its nuances, of love, the sex and pain

There are many rules to be set, you must learn them from the start, if you get chosen, then I'll give to you my heart

I will choose the clothes you wear, I might decide even when we eat, you will be at my beck and call, you'll be sitting at my feet

With compliance comes great reward, a peaceful life you'll gain, go against my wishes and you'll get to know real pain

Yes we will have play pain, my toys are used for play, outfits of my choosing will be worn, on any given day

If you get passed considered, if I decide you are the one, you will be known as mine and your collar will be won

So if you really want this submissive life, realise this is no game, come and kneel before me, let me hear you say my name.....SIR

THE KINKY POET 

Broken body

I know my bodies broken, but I can make love within my mind, kisses sent in my dreams, the soft and tender kind

My hands caress your body, running free across your skin, feeling every shapely curve, you fill my mind with sin

You make me wish I was whole, that my body worked just fine, that I could make love to you properly and really make you mine

To be able to enter you, my manhood hard and strong, give to you the whole of me, of this I've dreamed so long

To have you straddle across my body, ride me like a thoroughbred racing horse, riding ever faster, we'll make the jumps of course

To have you any way I choose, from on your knee's or across your dinning table, I'd take you everywhere I could, if only I was truly able

But sadly I am broken and can only use my hands, or fuck you with my tongue, yes I know you would still cum hard, once the night is done

But I'd loved to have given you everything, if only we'd met in better times, instead of making love to you, in stanzas and in rhymes

THE KINKY POET 

Inspired by some hate poetry my friend recieved from a total stranger.

May I please point out not from this community, whose are very welcoming and awesome in my experience

Toxic spew ( Let the haters, hate)

Hurtful, nasty, evil, hateful words, churned out in a line, simply let the haters hate, and continue with your rhyme

I'm not sure what they think, or even if these people feel, spewing hate and nastiness  I wonder are they real

Is it all some bullshit show, to pretend there mean and oh so very tough, or is it simply that, mummy never loved that child enough

I often wonder what makes them the way they are, what creates a evil soul, or is there no real reason and to spread hate is just they're goal

They love no more to plant a seed, then watch
the destruction start, nothing makes them happier to tear your world apart

To me they can rant and rave, it kinda makes me laugh, their opinions are worthless, to me they are just daft

So if you want a honest opinion, if they start again my mate, just laugh it off and let them go fuck themselves, just let the haters hate

THE KINKY POET 

Babe I've got to have you

Babe I've got to have you, i dont care just where we are, I'll pull over somewhere, let's do it in the car

Yes we are in public, I can't help when my passions spark, there must be somewhere quiet, in this massive park

Babe you can't ignore my needs, please don't leave me in the lurch, granted it's kinda awkward as we're sitting in a church

Listen slide your hand into my shorts, just come into reach, no ones really looking, they're all playing on the beach

Look there's no one about, we can fuck here if you like, it's great here in the wilderness, when we're on a hike

I'm sure we can find somewhere, so we can do it all, they must have some toilets within this shopping mall

Babe I got to have you, my urge for your pussy is so strong, let's find a alleyway, a quickie won't take long

Don't make me beg and plead, at least tell me you feel the same, I fucking hate not getting my way, it sucks this waiting game

Now it's got stuck in my brain, fucking you hard is in my head, but I got to be a patient lad and wait till we're in bed

Hell no I just can't wait, my brains gone into overload, I won't be able to concentrate unless I dump.my load

Babe I need some help right now, for relief I'd gladly pay, I'll buy you those shoes you want, if you come and play

Why are you not listening, don't smile and stare so blank, I guess it means you're not interested, so I'll just go and wank

Ron

The Rose and the streetwise beast

She was captivating, he was so loud and brash, but she saw there was more to him, than his street wise talking trash

He was always quick to fight, he could feel insulted by a simple look, but she seemed to calm him, her smile was all it took

People used to cross the street, they'd never look his way, but now they're seemed a change in him, he grew nicer by the day

What has changed this rebel, who has tamed this savage beast, its the beauty known as the Rose, well at least that's what we think

He met her by accident, now they've grew to be great friends, you can see he's changing, I wonder where will this tale will end

His brashness is slowly going, I'm sure people have even seen him smile, he hasn't been in trouble and no swear words for a while

Can all these dramatic changes be caused from just that girl they call the Rose, she seems to like him quite a bit, why only heaven knows

Well all seems really quiet, because the beast and the Rose are friends, who says fairytales can't come true and they wont be happy to the end

The Kinky Poet 

The urge Devil

You may never know when I'm gonna want to  jump, to inside your head, you maybe in public, lers hope you're tucked up safely in your bed

Im that little quiet constant tingle, that makes you twitch and squirm, you may try to resist and ignore me, you'll lose as you will learn

I may start off as a tiny whisper, then grow into a deafening roar, your body needs and craves attention, now its time to play some more

Sitting out in public, the urge couldn't come at a more awkward time, but that's the way the dice rolls, you know your pussy's mine

You start by stroking at your neck, though you know your in plain view but I'm making your needs much stronger now, hell what's a girl to do

You reach deep inside your purse, where your remote vibrator hides, you push aside your panties and slide it deep inside

Then you pic up your phone, to the untrained eye you're on a text, but really your are adjusting the speed, your pussy's having sex

You can't help but wiggle, your lace panties get moist and damp, you can't help but stroke your thighs, but you disguised like a cramp

People walking by you, they just haven't got a clue, inside your brain we're fucking, now you want it too

The urge Devil so naughty it seems he's struck again, as you adjust the speed to ten, you hold in a little scream and moan as you start to cum again

Once the urge is saited, you smile the Devils just been fed, though you wished he could be more convenient and wait till you're in bed

T.K.P