THE KINKY POET

Forlorn

The sun climbs up in the sky, I'm left here all Forlorn, the girl of my dreams has gone, she leaves before its dawn

All the time it's dark outside, together we are one, but alone am at daybreak, heart broken by the Sun

Everyone loves the sunny days, they they get up so bright and strong, I prefer the night time, it's when you come along

Sliding out of darkness, the love within my head, fulfilling all my hopes and dreams, whilst I sleep in bed

You fill my every dream each night, my love for you is strong, I hold you in my arms real tight, you're right where you belong

Throughout the night you are mine, a love that feels so real, then by Sunlight you are gone again, the feelings so surreal

How can this love be so real, I feel her warm embrace, I close my eyes to be with you, to look upon your face

So I pray the Sun never rises, I don't want it's warming rays, I'd live in perpetual darkness, to have you all my days

Ron 

Intoxication

Intoxicated by your beauty, I wobble, swoon and fall, kneeling down In front of you, I beg you take me as your Sub, I swear to give my all

Eyes so mesmerising, lips I beg of you, whisper, call me, say my name, take me as your submissive, make me live again

Let me admire you, you are gorgeous, you are like a work of art, let me offer myself in homage, I've loved you from the start

I will be there for you, any wishes asked they will be done, let me be your special Sub, take  me as your one

You are like a drug to me, my desire to please you is my addictive need, I will do whatever it takes for me to just succeed

A honour it would be to serve you, I offer you my soul, i beg you take it from me freely, to serve you is my goal

You know this is no fleeting wish, you know it's took some time, with kindness and with caring, we've grown a love devine

This is my gift to you, I offer my service, my devotion, my all, Intoxicated by your beauty, I wobble, swoon and fall

Ron

Inspired by a TV documentary I saw last night

Swingers club

Welcome to the singers club, may I take your coat, there's many rooms of pleasure here, you'll find at least one that floats your boat

Allow me to give to you a tour of all the rooms of play, feel free to ask me questions, I'm your concierge for today

Here with the spanking room, we supply the toys of pain, all equipment is cleaned after every use, before its used again

To your left is the bondage room, with benches, beds and a restraining seat, if you require a specific thing, your needs I'm sure we'll meet

Then we have the orgy room, where quite frankly anything goes, there's only one stipulation, that is no one inside has clothes

If you just like to watch, we cater for that as well, in here we have a viewing screen, one way so they can't tell

Obviously no camera, no pics taken on your phone, members privacy is paramount, so leave your phone at home

But if you want pictures of yourself, our own photographer is always here, so relax, wander, look around, go grab a wine or beer

Welcome to the swingers club, I hope you have some fun, go wild, live out your sexual fantasies and don't forget to cum

Ron

Fires of desire

My eyes light up like fires, when you are in my mind, a hot seething passion, a love you rarely find

A hunger sweeps over me, this need insides so strong, this feeling of a overwhelming love, my search as been so long

Heartbreak after heartbreak, the pain my hearts been through, pales into just memories, when I think of you

No matter what I'm doing, no matter whats the time, you are with me constantly, you inspire me to rhyme

Poems of a deeper love, some of just of long lost dreams, of things we'd do together, if you were here with me

Holding hands and kissing, making love upon my bed, feeling your sexy body for real and not just in my head

So when the fires light up, my desires burn so fierce and bright, I'm imagining your here with me, so I can hold you tight

You may be miles away, I may not be able to get you near, just remember that your on my mind, your special and so dear

Forever will my fires burn, my love will simply grow, my love for you is special and I really hope you know

Ron 

Entwined

Caught up in a web of rope, your in your happy place, secured by your rigger, you've a smile upon your face

No room for struggling, but always room to breath, bound in so many ways, too many to conceive

Hands high above your head, or tight along your side, legs closed together or maybe open wide

Blood rushing to your head, you're hanging tied and bound, you love to be in bondage, dangling off the ground

Rope burns and chaf marks, on your pretty skin, a reminder of the night you had, you stroke them and you grin

You also like it on a bench, you're quite happy on the floor, but now you've tasted hanging, it's your favourite style for sure

But sometimes when you're alone and your rigger can't be found, you often try to tie yourself, you have a play around

Ropes of different colours, you choose one to suit your mood, you love the feeling of rope on your skin, you tie yourself up nude

Each ties a pattern, they are quite a work of art, as intricate as spiders webs, maybe not just when you start

But with a little practice, it may take a fair old time, you will get the hang of it, just keep trying, you'll be fine

So when your favourite riggers busy, or just to far away, you can tie yourself, you'll always get to play

Ron

Frankensteins love

If I was to make the perfect girl, what parts would I need, where would I find the pieces, to make my love succeed

I'd need pretty eye, soft moist lips, long and flowing hair, all the curves a man could want, with skin so soft when bare

The touch of a Angel, a heart that's made of gold, delicious tits and nipples, soft hands that I can hold

Legs so very shapely, with the softest inner thigh, just a touch or glance at them, would simply make me sigh

Then she'd have a the perfect Rose, petals soft and plump, as inviting as a feather bed, inside I'd love to jump

Soft petals parted, I'd take a taste of her love made wine, she would taste of heaven and I would make you mine

But I don't need to make my love, for it's already done, i simply have to think of you, you simply are the one

No need for me to build a love, to make the perfect lady, she visits my dreams every night, you are my perfect baby

Ron

Dream state

Late at night I close my eyes, my bodies tired and weak, I'm off to go to a dream state, it's  where my love I seek

Looking for her pretty face, to see her gorgeous smile, I'll look for you forever, though it only takes a while

There you are so beautiful, I know you are the one, my heart fills with overjoy, you warm me like the Sun

We hold hands, we walk and talk, I steal a tender kiss, just being with you is everything, to love you is my wish

Sharing fleeting moments, just doesn't seem enough, having you just in my dreams, makes my days quite rough

I just want the days to end, so I can go get to bed, rest upon my softest pillow and find you in my head

For in my dreams I'm happiest, for you are by my side, I wish that I could day dream, to find you I have tried

But when awake I think of you, I look at pictures on my phone, as much as it brings you closer, I know im still alone

Its only when I'm sleeping, that we get to live as one and we can be together and greet the morning Sun

Making love and sharing dreams, snuggled, you spooning in my arms, loving tender moments, blessed with all it's charms

So my love come find me, you are the lover of my dreams, living in my dream state, so far away it seems

So I'll see you tonight my love, the moment that I sleep, when you appear, the love I feel, it is so real and deep

Ron

Alone in your room

When you're in your bed at night, some thoughts run through your mind, a need might come over you, a need of the sexy kind

You slide a hand around your tits, your nipples stand up tall, you tug them, you twist them, but now you want it all

You slide out your babydoll, you're naked on your bed, you start to stroke your body, with your lover in your head

Hands running down your skin, you stroke your soft plump thighs, desire sweeps across you, you let slip out some sexy sighs

Now you have decided, its time to get quite rough, your feeling very horny and stroking ain't enough

So you go off to your toyboy, its so full of fun and games, what will you need tonight, that decision still remains

Obviously your butt plug, for you it is a staple must, you've had it for a long time, it's the one you really trust

Oh look you've found a pen, you write upon your skin, it says "fulfill all your desires, just push your fingers in"

You write your masters name, or Daddy owns this bit, you will want marks tonight, your crop will see to it.

Crop hits on your soft plump mound, that will mark for sure, pain washes over you, as your body screams and begs for more

You close your eyes and clamp your teeth hard upon your tit, that will leave a bruise for sure, then you strike another hit

Juices flowing wildly, the pleasures mixed with pain, each smacks like your lovers cock thrust, so you crop yourself again

Now you get onto your knees, its time to spank your arse, a slow solid spanking, you must not cum to fast

Everytime you land a blow, your lovers in your dream, it's him that you wanting beating you, its him or so it seems

He is the sexual fantasy, that hides behind your eyes, when your alone in your room, his face will be the guide

Guiding you to a climatic orgasm, in your mind you feel his touch, when you're finger fucking yourself, its him deep inside your crutch

Pussy sore and bruised, bite marks, and red raw cheeks, these will be reminders, you'll hope they'll last for weeks

You glance into the mirror you're just about to cum, dirty words cover you, there's hand prints on your bum

With a shudder and a scream, you are finally there, juices soaks your bedding, there's sweat caked in your hair

Flat on your back, your finished, your body feels so sore, you think of him an simply smile, the toys fall to the floor

You get cleaned up, you shower, the sex is washed away, you put away your sex toys, until another day

Sliding back into bed, you find crops welts are quite deep, you rub your fingers over them, a slowly start to sleep

Ron

Ravenous

With a starving, craving, hunger, with fire in his eyes, he desires and is desprate for you, I guess that's no surprise

He looks at you longingly, he wants to touch your skin, leave bite marks on your body, to show where he has been

Curves that entice him, his eyes map your every curve, looking once and then again, with passion and such verve

Like a hunting, hungry Lion, he's looking for some prey, he's eyes are firmly fixed on you, his needs must have their day

Creeping up behind you, with his teeth so sharp and bare, but you're not really worried, as sadly for this Lion, you're not really there

You are just a picture, that he carries on his phone, a picture that makes him ravenous for you, when he's on his own

But in his dreams you are there, he has you in his bed, so mercilessly he ravages you, if only in his head

Ron

The Hummingbird and the Rose ?

The Hummingbird flies along, he's looking for his Rose, he knows she is so beautiful and when he sees her he will know

He flies over the others, they try to catch his eye, but he only has desire for his Rose, the rest are left to sigh

Then he spots her, instantly he knows she is the one, soft, beautiful and fragrant, bright as any Sun

He flies down in front of her, his heart beats as fast as wing, he's looking at her petals and the pleasure they will bring

Pretty soft plump petals, they guard, a moistened bud inside, he moves to get in closer, he wants the nectar, that they hide

The Rose gives herself willingly, her petals gently part, he moves in between them, his tongue begins to start

Gently sliding deep inside, the first sip was so devine, her nectar was a taste from the gods, she is the sweetest wine

The instant that he saw the Rose, the Hummingbird just knew, she would be the only one, he hoped she felt it too

They have made a connection, together they are one, he will have no other Rose until his life is done

Any even though her Rose garden, is so many miles away, he will feed nowhere else, with his Rose he wants to stay

He will fly through rain and storm, to drink from his pretty Rose, every day he needs her more, each day his hunger grows

Now he's tasted heaven, no other nectar will ever do, there may be other Roses, but he'll only drink from you

Ron