THE KINKY POET

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

A littles bed time poem

Come on now my pretty one, its time to go bed, time for you to snuggle down, just rest your weary head

Just close your eyes and listen, to Daddy's bedtime tale, let's go off to dreamland, let us both set sail

Over the cloud sea, to a land that's Pink and bright, where everything is sparkly, where everything feels right

A land where there's only love, where stuffies are abound and if your very quiet, the Unicorns come around

With pure white skin and purple mane, with hair so soft and long, where fairies sing soothing lullabys, so you can sing along

So get your favourite stuffie, come snuggle in my arms, listen to a Daddy's tale, of all the dreamlands charms

That's it beautiful girl, drift off its time for you to rest, safely snuggled in my arms, know Daddy loves her the best

Ron xx

Took down Daddy at the end of this Daddy inspired poem to avoid confusion lol

A inspirational poem, a dawning of self belief 

The Butterfly

Wrapped in a silk cocoon of self doubt, the chrysalis awaits loves warming rays, sent from a poet, to warm her and to guide her, to new and better days

To help her break free her chains, to show her own true worth, to bring Sunshine to her day, for her smile I'd pay the Earth

Slowly, the cocoon cracks, there appears a pretty wing, to see her transformation is such a wondrous thing

With a little struggle the Butterfly is free, she spreads to fly, a few words of encouragement, as she takes off in the sky

Lifted by encouragement, on the wind of self belief, she soars into another happier world, void of pain and grief

Into he world of the poet, a place filled of love and desire, now my pretty Butterfly you feed this poets fire

But dont fly to close to him, like the moth did to the flame, allow his fires just to warm you, so forever you'll remain

You are now that Butterfly, as pretty as can be, and as for your lucky poet, I guess that must be me

Ron

The fuck Imp

I want to climb inside your mind, I'm looking for a fuck, sliding all over you, your tits I want to suck

Play with them, grasp them, a huge cleavage i will make, take you off to dirty land, I'll eat you like you're cake

Creep around inside, planting dirty thoughts, for when you're in your bed, make you want to touch yourself, have me fucking with your head

Stick your fingers in your cunt, it feels like warm apple pie, suck your juice off them, the taste oh my, oh my

I am your dirty fuck Imp, my jobs to play around, to whisper sluty thoughts into your ear but I wont make a sound.

You will get so horny, you'll want to play with toys, you'll just want your fuck Imp over any other boys

He is a little Devil, with horns and a spikey tail, but he will make you cum so hard, you know his sex wont fail

So just relax and let him loose, he's going for your clit, licking, poking, jabbing, sucking for a bit

A wave a dirty comes over you, filthy, slutty ideas, the dirty sex that comes to mind once you've had some beers

Butt plugs, nipple clamps, hand cuffs, a silken scarf or two, being treated like a dirty bitch or fucking in a loo

The dirty little fuck Imp has made you soak your bed, but at least your needs have been satisfied and the fuck Imp has been fed

Ron