THE KINKY POET

Dedicated to a friend who picked me up when I was broken. I wanted to share this with you all. As a thank you for the kindness you've shown this broken poet

Stepping off the ledge

When the Sunrises on my face, it's like the warming of her smile, clouds evaporate away, my day becomes worthwhile

The rain that fell like teardrops, dry up from deep within, i feel a new surge of positivity, let the day begin

Pains seem to lesson, hurt fades like some long lost dreams, you give me strength to carry on, at least that's how it seems

You give me faith, that alls okay, that my life it ain't that bad, though even though I'm still paralyzed, I always feel less sad

Your kindness and compassion, fill my life with hope, you make me believe in myself, you've taught me how to cope

You make me feel like I'm worthwhile, l deserve my place on earth, thank you for the mirror, so I can see my worth

So once again you saved me, when I was wandering by the edge, looking at the oblivion of stepping off the ledge

But again you were there to hold my hand, to help me turn away, to dream of a better time, to face a brand new day

THE KINKY POET 

Voyeur on the phone

Late a night my phone pings, there's a message on my phone, it read make sure your light is out and you're on your own

Just sit quietly, watch but make not a single sound, watch me playing with myself, I want to fool around

Ping back if you agree, make sure it's dark and you are all alone, give me five minutes, then make sure you pick up when I phone

Laying in the dark alone my mind was racing, trying to guess what could happen next, all this excitement leading from a single text

Then my phone rang, you were laying on your king-size bed, surrounded by sex toys, you were dressed in a outfit made of lace in red

You put your finger to your lips, to show silence must be kept, its like I'm hiding in your bedroom, like inside your night I've crept

I can see you clearly, but to you I'm hiding in the dark, you can't see me watching as your hunger starts to spark

Slowly you stroke your tits, your hand slides under lace, your camera is on full zoom, it's like your tits are in my face

I watch your nipples harden, they react to your expert touch, I have to bite my bottom lip, I want to say so much

You pull the lingerie off your tits, with licked fingers you start to pull, I'm transfixed by your action, I swear I need to drool

Your hand goes much lower, you begin to stroke your moistened Rose, how I didn't scream for more, only heaven knows

I sat and watch your fingers, as they were pushed so deep inside, I could hear you moaning, I really loved it when you sighed

The you picked up your butt plug, I guess it's your favourite one, you coated in my your pussy's juice and slid it up your bum

Wow this was amazing, it was the greatest show, you then picked up a massive dildo, I knew where that had to go

I watched as you fucked yourself, the camera brought me in, a voyeur on the end of your bed, my eyes just filled with your sin

Watching you throw your head back, juices running wild and free, you've made me feel so special, with this show you've done for me

You shudder to your climax, you scream and call my name, you lay there still and silent, I wonder what could still remain

You sat up very slowly, you looked the camera squarely in the eye, you blew a kiss, and with a wink, I guess that was goodbye

Sitting here still in darkness, you're gone im all alone, blown away by your sex show, I was  the voyeur on the phone

THE KINKY POET 

Cookies

Knock, knocking at my door, I opened to find a woman selling cookies from a box, I must of looked stupid wearing just my shorts and socks

Would you buy some cookies, the sexy lady said to me, I replied you big for a girl scout, but you're cute so I'll take three

Oh said the lady Three boxes sir entitles you to a special, she smiled so seductively and said you also get a kiss

Before I could say anything, she was so close, her face almost touching mine, she looked so amazing and her perfume was devine

Her gentle lips stroked my cheek, my heart began to race, I so badly wanted that kiss on my lips and not just on my face

She could see disappointment written in my eyes, then she pulled me closer to her and imagine to my surprise

She kissed me fully on the mouth, her tongue entwined with mine, it was just a quick kiss, but it lasted for some time

Then she simply smiled at me, her words I'll always treasure, thank you for buying my cookies sir, your business has been a pleasure

With that she turned away, I said wait let me get some change, but she kept on walking and was soon right out of range

Standing in my hallway, with the Cookies that she made, feeling really guilty because, the lady wasn't paid

I made a cup of Coffee, I took a Cookie from out the box, i was eating it real slowly, then again there was a knock

I opened the door to find her there, she had a paper in her grasp, I paid for the Cookies as about the paper I don't ask

She took the change for the Cookies, gave me the paper that just read, call me on this number, I want to go to bed

So if a beautiful lady comes selling Cookies, turns up on your door, buy every box she has, you might end up with more

THE KINKY POET

Sex amongst the stanzas

Lust, want desire, these words can mean the same, passion, wrote in stanzas, sex with words my aim

To seduce the mind of the readers, to lead them down a sexual path, guide them into ecstasy, my words are like witchcraft

Plant a seed of desire, let it grow deep inside your mind, until you feel that yearning of most erotic, sexual kind

Make you feel that certain wiggle, whilst reading in your chair, there's a dampness in your panties, you can feel it there

You may even touch yourself, or go play with your favourite toy, whilst thinking of your lover, or even of this poet boy

Your hands touching every curve, directed by the rhyme, hands slid past pretty lace and in those moments you are mine

Seduced by this poets words, though I may not be in your bed, one thing is for certain, I'm there fucking in your head

You maybe on a crowded bus, with Friends on in your car, you are never out of reach, my stanzas travel far

My words are seductive, my word magic once it's cast, can take you anywhere I want to, I don't even have to ask

From bondage, to dress up, a million ways to make you cum, when it comes to help in "getting off", this poet is the one

So thank you for reading, for letting me inside your head, I'll do my best to seduce you, whilst laying in my bed

Making love to you with my words, in amongst the stanzas we have sex, I hope this left you saited, until you read me next

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