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 

Inspired by watching and reading the encouragement given to others by my Special Rose,  she gives such kindness and support. You truly are a wonderful person.
Ron

A million other Roses

You may see a million Roses, none really spring to mind, until you glance upon that Rose, who is of the wonderous kind

Standing out amongst the crowd, she's the most perfect Rose you've seen, her petals lay so perfectly, she surely is a dream

Elegant and graceful, she holds herself with style, though she knows she's beautiful, she's humble all the while

Never trying to out shine those around, she encourages them to grow, making sure they find their Sun, to help their beauty show

Her tenderness makes her so beguiling, it makes you want her more, if those around her stumble, she'll help them off the flow

All her loving kindness and beauty, hiding inside a single Rose, I watch you encourage others and my admiration grows

Even though you're a stem and half above them and so much prettier than the rest, I see you guide them to the light, to help them be their best

So even though there may be a million Roses, so pretty and devine, I was a lucky poet, I found the muse that's mine

So I check in on her everyday, of her beauty i try to write in rhyme, telling her she's truly amazing, so pretty and so fine

So all the other poets, you may look upon my special Rose, but there's only one who loves her, I can only hope it shows

T.K.P 

Never let a Rose die

With St Valentines approaching many a Rose will be on sale, but before you buy a bunch of them, please just read my little tale

That beautiful a most delicate of plants took so many years to grow, is it right to cut her down, for a few days and just for show

The Rose has fought hard and long, it stretched up to find the Sun, if you look real carefully, you'll see the strength in one

See all her struggles, see how she's tried in vain, to blossom into beauty, just to be cut down for your gain

Just for a few days of sitting pretty, in a vase, until she dies, then tossed into the garbage, where the gift tag also lies
Surely to nature her, give her room to bloom and grow, then you would have her always, now thats the way to go

Do not cut down your Rose, keep her well tended in her bed, give her love and caring, make sure thats she's well fed

She will blossom under guidance, she'll reach to find the Sun, and when it comes to beauty, you know that's she's the one

So when St Valentines comes around, don't by a Rose to die, find one and nurture her, just look for the one and try

T.K.P 

Virtual sex

Laying in my bed late at night, reading poetry on my mobile phone, I get a strange text message asking am I free and am i all alone

It seemed a silly question, I replied yes of course, then my phone went ping, it was you dressed in a sexy outfit, a Red lacey sort of thing

You know I'm a lacey addict, I'm such a visual kind of man, yes I love to see you naked, but I'm a sexy outfit kinda fan

Each pic got hotter, you were touching yourself for me, I prayed your hands would go lower, to see your pussy was my plea

You told me tonight I'm in charge, my wish was your command, I asked you to finger yourself and let me see your hand

Ping went my phone again, there right before my eyes, was a picture of your pretty hand, deep within your thighs

I thought I'd go further, I asked do you have a toy, you said wait there I'll get one, my very special boy

I couldn't wait for the next pic, I was so excited of what I might get to see, in the next picture you had a dildo pushed deep inside for me

OMG sex sent in picture form, I got watch you play and fuck, virtual sex on my phone, i can't believe my luck

The Kinky Poet