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 

Time to pay the piper

So you think you can say what you like, do however you may choose, sadly you're mistaken girl, this time you're gonna lose

So get on your knee's before, look down upon the floor, whilst I decide a punishment for your masters naughty whore

Shall I tie you up and leave you, hanging in your cell, or put you in the stocks to sit, so upon your mistakes you'll dwell

Nipple clamps and butt plugs, no that sounds like to much fun, this will take some consideration, be cause of what you done

So I will start with a punishment whilst I try to think, get across my knee now girl, as he gives her a cheeky wink

I lift up her little Tartan skirt, a smile runs across my face, she's wearing frilly panties, that are edged in pink lace

Now I have a dilemma, I'm supposed to be in charge, but now I've seen your panties, my cock is growing large

Trying to keep my mind on task, I must focus on your bum, I raise my hand to spank you but now I want to cum

I roll her off my knee's she gets back into a submissive pose, she slowly undoes my fly, it's like she already knows

My manhood stands hard and tall, she looks up into my eyes, she lowers her head and takes me in, i release a whimpered sigh

Hands wrapped in braided her hair I slowly begin to thrust, pushing until she starts to gag, for me it is a must

Soon she is sucking hard, I feel I'm gonna start to cum, I pull out and bend her over, I shoot across her bum

Lacey panties ruined, they covered in my sexual seed, white cream on pretty pink, a lovely blend indeed

I pull her up we are eye to eye, I whisper in her ear, don't think I've forgot your punishment, I want to make that clear

She turns away once out of reach, she turns and gives a smile, I wonder if she'll ever learn but I love her cheeky style

The Kinky Poet 

The Poet, the Muse.....The secret

I guess some are wondering about the Muse I call the Rose, sadly its a secret, and I'm the only one who knows

There are hidden clues laying deep inside my rhyme, to tell her she is beautiful and I wish that she was mine

When you read the poems, do you see a part of you, a stanza that makes you think, are you my Rose so true

Do you read the messages, hidden to try to make you smile, if you do, I am pleased and my poems are worthwhile

Somewhere in the great beyond, I pray they find my muse, I hope she sees the message's and they're clear and not confused

If you read between the lines, my true Rose I hope you find, the Muse who inspires, the poems hidden in my mind

So guess away, you may even ask, are you my muse, my one, you'll never get your answer, to tease is so much fun

But I hope all you ladies smile, at all the stuff a write at night, I hope my Rose breaks the code, I hope she gets it right

So when she reads the Rose series, she feels me in her heart, dedicated to my muse, my poetess, its been you from the start

The Kinky Poet 

Deepest Red

The colour of pure passion, that of the deepest Red, brings to mind, a single Rose, that grows inside my head

Firey, hot and beautiful, her petals red like burning flames, searing hot and stunning, a Rose by another name

My Muse, my inspiration, the list of superlatives, just won't end, she is so very special, this Rose I call my friend

Just a simple thought of her my heart begins to race, she fills me with a million words, my pulse just picks up pace

Stanza after stanza, words leap onto this poets page, I must get them written down, I'm like a Tiger in a cage

Trapped with a million words, on how you make me feel, though you are so far away, the words I write are real

Words of support, kindness and some tell of a underlined desire, as my Rose grows taller, my admiration for her climbs higher

You've grown through your personal weeds, you've cleared your flower bed, now your free to blossom, my Rose of deepest Red

The Kinky Poet