THE KINKY POET

FOREVER FIRST

It was so many years ago, you laid on my single bed, emotion bouncing off the walls, I’ve dreamt this in my head.

We snuggle up we kiss and chat, but now the time has come, I help you with your undies, we slide them off your bum

You part your legs, I climb on top, my heart beats through my chest, I know what I got to do, i promise to try my best

My cock slowly goes in you, then for a moment i simply stop and freeze, praying that you wanted this, your love i hoped to please.

Reassuringly you pull me in, I’m held in loves embrace, looking into the eyes I love, we’re staring face to face

Slowly I begin to thrust, you rise to take me in, I am your one and only first, a moment in life to pin

Pin it to your memory, for no matter how they try, no one can take this day away, lost emotions make me cry

Years may pass, lovers come and go, just like the passing of the Sun, it matters not cause we both know, I was the honoured one.

You gave to me your Virginity, your flower for all time, a precious gift I cherish, that magic gift is mine.

So remember I was your first, the man who stole your heart, we will be linked forever, you’re always in my heart

Ron

A Rose by any other name

Pussy, fanny, minge, the names seem all the same, different meanings for her hole, a Rose by any another name.

There are so many vulgar names, Gash, the slit and cunt, desire comes in many shapes, in different ways we hunt.

Some are so romantic, some others hunt by force, taking it with where they can, some pay for it of course

Vagina is the doctors name, some others call it Snatch, some are clean shaven, whilst some have a hairy patch

Each one maybe different, they never look the same, some look like a old Kebabs, but they are not to blame

Some girls get real lucky, they get one like a Rose, petals folded softly, so sweet upon the nose

Their juice is heavens nectar, their taste it is so sweet, to share their garden with them would really be a treat

But every girl needs loving, no matter what's her taste, boy and girl or girl on girl, their choice is not a waste

So no matter what you call it, just give your hole a name, try and pick a pretty one, then we will do the same

Ron

Angel on my phone

Its great to wake up daily with a Angel on my phone, it makes me feel special, to know I'm not alone

Your pretty face looking back at me, your lips luscious on my screen, I've dreamt of kissing you a thousand times, as mad as it might seem

Because you are so far away, but we share a bed at night, in my dreams i hold you, i pull you in so tight

My loving arms around you, we chat, we laugh, we kiss, together laying skin to skin, to me would be such bliss

Hand in hand, snuggled close, your head's upon my chest, stroking your hair, feeling you breath, to me would be the best.

Smiling eyes glancing up at me, as i look down on you, feeling a love from deep within, a love thats strong and true

All these things happen, when your face comes into sight, a perfect dream of my muse, just the perfect night

Then in the morning you are gone, again I'm all alone but I've still got my wonderous dreams and pictures on my phone

Ron

The pros and cons of the female form aka (lads in a pub)

No I like mine to be a girl curvy, a girl with sexy, swaying hips, big breasts, pretty eyes and luscious painted lips

Hell no I like mine super fit, trimmed with little fat, a tanned body and long legs, her tummy, nice and flat

Me I like a short plumpy girl, with a pretty happy face, long hair, nice arse and big tits, that makes my poor heart race

Are you mad, surely you can't beat a girl with long red hair, Green eyes and freckles, as for rest of them, I don't really care

Long hair, short hair, to me girls are all the same, as long as they cook and clean, I'll let bitch remain

I sat there in disbelief, they had all missed out a the most important part, looks can be deceiving, you must judge her by her HEART

Her heart is what makes her beautiful, looks are just skin deep, a woman with a loving heart, she's the one I seek

So look past all that's visual, feel her in with your heart, if you've no connection, it's time for you to part

As for you ladies, there's only one thing for you to do, that is BE STRONG AND BE BEAUTIFUL AND SIMPLY JUST BE YOU

Ron

When a littles feeling sad

When you're feeling tearful, feeling sad and blue, read this special poem, that Daddy wrote for you

Sometimes things get dark, clouds they block the sun, but remember there be Sun again, when those clouds are done

Daddy's is lap is always here, his arms are opened wide, climb up onto Daddy's lap, snuggle deep inside

Let Daddy's arms surround you, hold you safe and tight, he'll kiss away your teardrops, he'll make it be alright

Daddy loves his Kitten, he loves to make her smile, a giggle when she's feeling sad makes his job worthwhile

This Daddy will do anything to chase away your tears, he'll guard you and protect you, he'll scare away your fears

So my sweet little kitten, you are your Daddy's special girl, let's dry up all your sad tears and let your smile unfurl

Then take a pretty picture, it really makes my day, to see my kitten happy, at work, at rest and play

So keep this poem nice and close, make sure you have it all the time, if you're feeling down again, just read your Daddy's rhyme

Ron
HOPE THIS MAKES YOU ALL SMILE XX

The castle

High upon the craggy hillside, a Gotic castles looms, endless rooms in darkness, full of dread and doom

All through the daytime, the villagers just mill around, when the sun begins to set, there's no one to be found

Hiding in their houses, with crosses on their doors, garlic on the windows, fear strikes them to their core

For night time belongs to him, he hunts from inside the castle deep, they try to stay awake at night, in case inside he tries to creep

So many villagers go missing, the village know their dead, taken by the Prince of darkness, stole right from their bed

He loves the village virgins, those who haven't bled, he seduces them then takes them, he loves sex before he's fed

Sometimes he finds one whose special, he won't take her life, he will simply turn her, she becomes a Vampire wife

Living in perpetual darkness, she'll never see a rising sun, she will live forever, now her Vampires life begun

In the village hall they gather, something must be done, they must attack the castle, at the rising of the sun

Burning torches, with hammers and stakes in hand, their gonna storm the castle, to regain sacred land

To fight and kill the Vampires, burn the castle to the ground, free this land from tyranny, together castle bound

Ron

Dress up

I wonder what she'll wear today, I love our Special day, she puts on a special outfit and then I get to play.

Will it be a policewoman, a nurse or a saucy nun, will it be princess Leia with her hair up in a bun.

Will she be in latex, or wearing sexy slinky lace, I really hope its crutchless, so she can sit upon my face.

Batwoman, Wonder woman, Supergirl who knows, she could be anyone, with a change of clothes.

Red leather, high heels, a whip or long and bendy cane, a teacher who punishes, oh let me take the blame.

School girls, mistresses, the choice is yours to make, pick an outfit carefully, or it will look too fake

Dressed like a Goddess or tied up in a bow, every outfit is a birthday gift, but no one else must know.

Prim and proper, in dresses made of silk or slutty like a hooker, she gorgeous in everything she wears, to me she's such a looker.

Perhaps she is a solider or in a suit like in a bank, sadly I am paralyzed so in my mind I wank.

But I love her for giving me sights and the dreams inside my head, I use them when I'm all alone, just laying in my bed.

Ron

Happy birthday

Come on baby fuck me, let's play hard and rough, give it till, I'm broken, until we've had enough

Take me hard, fuck me, I want you hard and fast, take me off to ecstasy, but make sure that you cum last

Throw me around, swear at me, call me degrading names, humiliate and hurt me, I love to play these games

Let your aggression out, treat me like your whore, once you've made me cum so hard, make me cum some more

Bring all your favourite toys, clamps, ballgags and your plugs, paddles, ropes and handcuffs, my hair pull hard and tug

Bite my flesh and mark me, make sure you leave a bruise, a reminder of the sex we've had, I beg for your abuse

Stick your cock in every hole, my bodies your playground, take me hard face to face, then spin me right around

Fuck me hard from behind, I'll also want your tongue, I want to ache bad afterwards, from all the things you've done

Leave me bruised and battered, laying in a pool of cum, with juice running down my leg, your spunk dripping from my bum

Do anything that you want tonight, I've just one thing to say, enjoy yourself my lover, after all it's your birthday

Ron

This is my thank you poem. It's to say thank you fir all the support you've given me since a was lucky enough to find you all. Before chatting reading and learning of your world I guess like most it was a weird word you all lived in and not my scene at all.

How times change, I apologise for my narrow, small minded views I once had and thank you for showing me the error of my way.

With love, light, gratitude 

Ron

The many parts of you all

Looking from the outside in, it is a different world, the more I read and chatted, the complexities unfurled

So many different nuances, which differ all the time, from little, big and middle, but they seem to work out fine

Littles need attention, but some admit they're brats, maybe they like punishment, I can only guess at that

Littles seem artistic, they love to paint, colour, draw, or snuggle up on their daddy's lap, where as slaves types love the floor

Sitting at their masters feet, awaiting his commands, answering to their every need, loving their demands

There's Dominants and Submissives and so many variants in between, I find it hard to understand, not being from the scene

But one thing I've learned the most, by being on the Cage, you are all such accepting people, the world should take a page

Take a page from your book, learn of tolerance, love and care, my world is such a better place since I've found you there

So this my thanks to you all, for the love, you've shown to me, you gave me a place to put my work, a chance to set it free

Free from the narrow minds, who just think my work is porn, you see it for so much more than that, now as a poet I'm reborn

Thank you all for everything, your comments, and your reads, I hope you like this poem, its a thank you for your deeds

Ron

THANK YOU ALL

The rise of the Goth girl

He sits very patiently, his back up against his own stone, he as all the time in the world, but soon he's not a lone

The familiar sound of a iron hinges as someone pulls back the gate, he knows it is the Goth girl and now she's sealed her fate

She walks over to a gravestone, lays two Roses on the ground, standing with her head bowed, making not a sound

She always comes in darkness, the night was just her time, it will also her undoing, though she thinks that's all is fine

Then out from the shadows, steps the man all dressed black, she turns around and stares at him and he just stares right back

But his stares have powers, Vampire hypnosis was a gift, within seconds she'd succumbed, his powers strong and swift

He looked at her up and down, she wore a PVC dress with studs, he knew he wanted more from her, than just to drink her blood

She's full of desire, the hypnotising has done its trick, all she wants is to fuck him, all she needed was his dick

She unzips her shiny dress, she's standing all in lace, the Vampire likes what he sees, desire shows on his face

He takes off his long black coat, he lays it on a stone, he picks her up and lays her back, he's got her all alone

She sits up to kiss him, she doesn't feel the coldness of his skin, all she wants is passion, all he wants is sin

Kissing her so very hard, his hands trace her every curve, her nipples harden to his touch, he wants her with such verve

He lays her back spreads her legs, he places kisses up her thigh, she was sighing sweetly, on the night that she would die

He reaches to her panties, he can see their damp and wet, he pulls them to the side, to see where he wants to get

His fingers stroke her lips, she feel their very strong, he slides them into her, now she knows their also long

Thumb playing on her clit, his fingers probing deep, she sighs and moans much louder as her pussy starts to seep

Juice on his fingers, he knows its such a waste, he moves his head in closer, so his tongue can have a taste

She tastes delicious, he holds her tightly by her bum, a little slice of heaven, her thighs are like a memory of standing in the sun

He pulls her to the edge of the stone, her legs go around him tight, he pushes his cock deep inside, now the time is right

Slowly thrusting forward, her pussy's his to take, but he must be gentle, for mere mortals often break

Vampires fuck with power, he'd break her like a doll, he fucks like stallion and this mortals but a foul

He spins the Goth girl over, he enters from behind, she's breathing heavily, her ring his fingers find

Cock pounding in her, he pulls hard upon her hair, he glances at her neck vein and her life-force pumping there

His teeth are extend, her soft pure skin is broke, hand tight around her neck, to hold her not to choke

Blood rushing through her wound, with every pump some of her life is lost, he needs her blood to sustain him, her life must be the cost

But on the very edge of Goth girls death, the Vampire changes mind, he decides he's gonna turn her, she'll be one of his kind

Who would have known in one thousand years, from that graveyard scene, was the night of her rise to power, she is now the Vampire Queen

Ron