THE KINKY POET

Hi peeps

I was told by someone I should call myself The Kinky Poet. It made me laugh so I will be using it to see how it fits

I hope you all can find my stuff still under my old name

Formally RON JAMES SUMMERS

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ON GOING SUPPORT 

They joys of shopping on line

Sex Toys R Us

It is a big decision what new toy, your gonna  want to buy, it's not like you can ask the clerk, can you give this a little try

You just go on sight alone, either online or from a book, but pics can be deceiving, are they exactly how they look

Long ones and fat ones, they come in every size, some are so massive, they'd bring water to your eyes

Some have bobbles, some are so sleek and smooth, all designed to get you off, when you're in the mood

Some vibrate so very hard, with speeds from one to ten, you get to build the speed right up, then slow it down again

Anal toys in different sizes, for in your arse they're made to plug, some come with free lubrication, to make them fit so snug

Implements to cause you pain, paddles, flogger and whips, masks made to restrict your breathing, controlled by just a zip

Nipple clamps, body wax, love balls to fill your hole, all designed to please you, if kinky is your goal

Strap ons for the ladies, they look and feel so real, you can stick in your fella, so he knows just how you feel

If you have no partner, sometimes frustration takes its toll, you can order yourself a lover, we call her blow up doll

Outfits for roll play, be a slutty nurse, a whore or nun, some made of PVC, all designed to add some fun

So many toys to choose from, there's always something to please your kink, something to add a sparkle to your play, to take you to the brink

Something to get you off, to make you cum so hard, we dispatch in discrete packaging and we'll take your credit card

Ron

Sex shop

Welcome to the sex shop, feel free to come right in, come in to find your fantasies, this is a world of sin

Handcuffs, Dildos, strapons, we have all the kinky toys, everything you'd wish for, we cover girls and boys

Ball gags to shut them up, clamps to make them scream, we sell paddles and leather whips, we can fulfill your every dream

Magazine or DVD, we cover every, quirk and need, from bondage to gay porn, to watching people bleed

If you have a different taste, just tell us what you need, we have some very special things, we promise to succeed

Dress up all in rubber, a gimp mask with a zip, undies that are edible or that come off with one rip

You can be a Doctor, a Nurse, a school girl or a nun, we have books on bondage or how to slap a bum

Learn to be Submissive or where the local dogging sites are found, where's the local car parks are or piece of quiet ground

We have a board of parlours, with numbers you can call, to find yourself a lady friend, who'll let you do it all

We specialise in the very strange, there's no "too wierd" in here, from Midgets to sex magic, to us there's nothing queer

So come right in and look around, I'll assist you if I can, we also sell Viagra to make you feel a man

Get pills and potions, we can get you hung just like a horse, everything discreetly packed, in a Brown bag of course

We are open everyday, from Eight am till very late, come and buy your wildest dreams and bring along your mate

Ron

I am the one

I am the Sun that warms her at the beginning of her day, I've scared away the dark night, what more can I say

I am the air she breaths in, the air that gives her life, I am here to bring her happiness, to take away her strife

Iam the water that she drinks, her thirst I'm made to quench, if she needs to rest a while, I'll be a seat or bench

I am the umbrella to protect her, from the sleat and rain, I'm the anaesthetic, to take away her pain

I am a tissue to wipe her pretty cheek, if there is a tear, I'm the pillow that she hides behind, if she's feeling fear

I am a coat in deepest winter, to keep out the icy cold, a frame for her to lean on, when she gets grey and old

I am the one,  I'd give to her my soul, my life and heart, for I would be anything for her and from her I'll never part

I am the one she turns too, on her sad and darkest day, I am the one that she can lean on, i am so very proud to say

Ron

Chocolate box

You would make a special gift, wrapped up in sexy lace, or wearing just a ribbon and a smile upon your face.

Your skin would be delicious, so soft, so smooth and sweet, I'd run my tongue across you, you're good enough to eat

I'd roll your nipples in my mouth, which morsel shall I pick, just the very thought of you goes directly to my dick

Eating you turns me on, your flavours make me drool, I want to give you my hot wet cream, our blend would taste so cool

My tongue on your soft center, your love honeys sweet and fine, I scoop you with fingers, your chocolate box's devine

My lust makes me greedy, there's no way that I would share, I'm gonna keep you to myself, I love it when you're bare

So get yourself a wrapping, I really like Black lace, put a card where your panties go, saying "TO MY POET" In their place

A box of such delicious things, where simply would i start, I'd not stop till I've eaten you, special flavours in my heart

Ron

Consumed

Consumed by the need of you, constantly running through my head, the need to simply ravage you, to have you in my bed

Tear all your clothes off, right down to your finest lace, pin you down by the throat, stare into your face

Let my hands run wild on you, run them roughly across your skin, feel my desires burning, as my needs turns into sin

You pull me close our lips meet, our tongues entwine in a erotic dance, rhythmically moving back and forth, like a Cobras dance

Kiss your neck and bite your skin, your claws run down my spine, consumed by this firey passion, tonight your bodies mine

Your bressts are so inviting, your cleavage closed and tight, I suck hard on your nipples, the left one then the right

You want more than that, you grab me by my head, you slowly guide me lower, as you push me down the bed

There she is my heaven, my shaven treasure trove, always moist and glistening, so straight inside I dove

You legs open nice and wide, your lips are in plain sight, I push my tongue past them, to find your clits my plight

Your soft wet lips draw me in, to lick your bud, my only goal, to give you such pleasure, you'll feel it in your soul

Juices flowing freely, you've cum several times, now you've had your orgasms, its time that I had mine

I slide my cock deep inside, you wrap your legs around my waist, slowly I begin to push, this pleasure can't be rushed in haste

Your hips rise and fall, we just keep a perfect time, I go down as you rise up, the feeling is sublime

You start to cum again, I begin to pick up the pace, I want to cum as you cum, my heart begins to race

Closer forever closer, we are both on our orgasms edge, with a moan and a clasping of hands we fall right off the edge

We are both entwined together, in mind, in soul we're one, our loves fluids start mingle, as we greet the morning Sun

But I'm laying here in darkness alone, crippled in my bed, consumed by the very thought of you, running wildly through my head

Ron

The perfect place

You have the perfect pussy, I own the perfect place, climb up my body, then just slide onto my face

Spread your lips across me, let my tongue go deep inside, slowly start to move back and forth as my face you start to ride

Your lips feel like the softest Rose, brushed against my skin, shaven, soft and Velvety, pure, yet full of sin

Your juice is the sweetest nectar, like a hungry Hummingbird I sip, tongue sliding faster, has in and out I dip

Flicking, probing at your Roses bud, you body begins to grind, a slow deep rhythm, as orgasm fills your mind

Faster harder pushes, so my tongue gets in real nice and deep, nectar from your Rose, increasingly starts to seep

Your head goes back, claws in my chest, I hold your hips real tight, you scream and moan in ecstasy, you're cumming hard tonight

The orgasm reaches its eruption, you lay across my chest, once you've got your breath back, you whisper " you're the best"

A perfect match for the perfect pussy and the perfect place, snuggled in each others arm, once you've been across my face

Ron

Warming rays

The poet laying staring at the Sun, it's warming rays across his face, a Rose appears in his minds eye, his heart begins to race

For it's not a simple Rose, it's beauty's beyond compare, elegant, soft and glistening, a Rose that is so rare

Petals of the softest Velvet, so tender to the touch, it holds the sweetest nectar, the Bees want it so much

Deep hidden within its folds, lays the most delicate shapely bud, the colour of deepest Crimson, as dark as passions blood

This Rose came from a garden, once strangled up with weeds and vine, until the lonely poet found that Rose devine

He cut away the smothering weeds, he gave the Rose the room, so she could see the Sun again, he sat and watched her bloom

From a Rose struggling to grow, so thirsty for a drink, to a Rose of such beauty, one look would make you blink

Blink in pure disbelief, that a Rose could grow so fine, amazed how she fought her way, through her past weeds and their vine

He looks up into the sky, not a single cloud in view, he hopes the Rose in Sunshine, he hopes she's basking too

Hoping the Sun is warming her, he hopes she feels his love, pouring down like warming rays, just like the Sun above

Ron

Full bloom

There amongst the Brambles, thickets and the weeds, stands a lonely flower and of some care she really needs

Then along came a poet, wandering through  this garden land, he spied upon this stifled flower, he decided on a plan

He took a line of caring words, he cut through the weeds of hate, cleared away all the brambles, he knew it was his fate

To release the lonely flower, who was being strangled by her weeds, he gave to her loving water, on her thorns the droplets hung like beads

For she was no ordinary flower, for she was a type of special Rose, who once cleared of her weeds, beautiful petals she could show

Soft full and stunning, she began to grow and bloom, free from all brambles and the weeds that sealed her doom

So now the poet tends her, he nutures her with love, he treats her with compassion and there's sunshine up above

No dark clouds, or rainy days, he tries to keep a smile upon her face, so she can stay in full bloom, and grow with style and grace

Ron

Bedtime stories

Nighttime tales of fornication, full of desires, sex and lust, essential Bedtime reading, for me they are a must

Sexy Vampire stories, of sex amongst the graves, the Lord of darkness, and Virgins plus the lust for blood he craves

From just flirting in the office, to full sex on the tube, handcuffs and butt plugs, with loads of tubes of lube

Being held in a dungeon, used as a captive sexual slave, used at their disposal, to satisfy all they crave

The kinky and the rough stuff, sex with strangers they've just met, girls covered in cream and fruit and stranger things I bet

All these are written, these tales I've often read, from my muse and other poets, the nestle in my head

Late at night when I can't sleep, they help me pass the time, I mix them all together, then I write it down in rhyme

Ron