THE KINKY POET

End our day

Exhausted and depleted I'm left here laying on the floor, body still shaking in ecstasy I cannot take no more

Marks from the nights passions feel tender on my skin, there be some reminders tomorrow from this night of sin

Clothes strewn everywhere I can still hear a buzzing from my toy, he could have at least turned it off that lazy poet boy

How the war started I must confess I'm not quite sure, I only gave him a kiss hello as he came through the front room door

It ignited his passions, like a grenade I pulled his pin, it sent him into a frenzy, he obviously must of been full of kinky sin

Kisses turned to touching, soon we were both naked having fun, he was buried deep in me, my nails were buried in his bum

Then we moved into our bedroom all the toys came out to play, he used me as his plaything, what a way to end our day

THE KINKY POET 

The perfect girl

Be still my beating heart can you hear it calling out your name, from the moment I met you things have never been the same

The Sun shines a little brighter, there's something magical in the air, I have small reminders of you, I see them everywhere

The redness of the deepest Rose, matches the colour on your lips, I watch the Bee feeding, I'm thinking of me on your Rose taking sensual sips

You're all I seem to think about I hear you in each song, the lyrics sound like poetry, the words I hear are about you they truly can't be wrong

People see me in the street they cannot miss my widening smile, I still have some sad days but I ain't had one for a while

Things just seem so much better now I've got you in my life, my struggles seem so far less stressful, you seem to calm my strife

So I know you're out there somewhere this poem is dedicated just to you, I know you're just a dream right now but one day you might be true

THE KINKY POET 

Your blow job

Kneeling before you I'm paying homage to your massive cock, I run my tongue along it's veins it thick and as solid as a rock

I put the tip to my painted lips then slowly slide it in, I taste your delicious pre cum as your balls reach my chin

I relax my throat muscles you start to thrust real slow, I'm now sucking you deep and hard trying to put on a oral show

You grasp a handful of my hair you have me in complete control, you time the depth and the pace, I'm now just your sucking doll

Pound me much faster I'm now so desperate for your cum, I grip hard onto your hips then stick my claws into your bum

You let out a stiffled scream you're now pulling at my hair, you force yourself in deeper I gag but I don't care

Your breathing gets faster, your getting close you're at your edge, I pick up the strength of my suck determined to push you off the ledge

I feel your balls tighten you shudder just before you cum, I swallow all your creamy seed, your blow job now is done

THE KINKY POET 

The big Oak tree

Tied to a great big Oak tree we're alone deep inside the wood, miles away from anyone which for what's install is good

No one within the woods there's no one to hear me scream, naked and feeling vulnerable it's like I'm living the perfect dream

I feel your hands run over me your fingers run between my thighs, I'm now wet and aching awaiting my moans and wanton sighs

Pushed hard against the tree, my skins being scrapped along the bark, the roughness causes gorgeous pain, it ignites my kinky spark

You start to pinch my nipples as you enter me from behind, you pound into me so roughly I adore this nasty kind

You own my body on this night you do with me as you please, I'm here to be at your service I'm your slave amongst the trees

Rough sex in the woods I love everything you do to me, I love being at your mercy when you've got me tied tight to the big Oak tree

THE KINKY POET 

Ownership

With my eyes fixed upon the floor I'm your dutiful bedroom slave, there waiting patiently to fulfil anything you might need or crave

I'm kept just to please you, to give you everything you might desire, I will do anything to ignite your kinky fire

I'm used at your discretion you can even loan me to your mates, sent to bring them sexual satisfaction you called it my special playtime dates

I go without question I do exactly as I'm always told, sometimes I wish I could refuse but that would be to bold

Your friends don't even know my name I'm just used and cast aside, I wish you would keep me for yourself I hate being a loaned out ride

Yes I'm owned by you but I wish I shared a piece of your caring heart, so you'd keep me as your own and for yourself and we'd never be apart

When I'm not needed and laying in my bed I say a quiet prayer to the lord above, please God change this kinky ownership and turn it into love

THE KINKY POET 

It's fathers day here in England this was the piece I wrote to be read out at his funeral. Happy fathers day to you all. Cherish both parents you never know how long they will be here for

POEM FOR MY DAD
By R Summers

Heaven has an Angel, they've taken in our Dad. There's one more star to see at night, that just leaves us sad.

No more stories shall he tell of mad and crazy things. Gone will be his laughter and the happiness it brings.

No more sitting by the waters edge waiting for a bite, you swapped you're Rod forg Angels wings ans now you've taken flight.

You taught us so many things, we think of you and cry, but you never told us what to do, once you said goodbye.

A Father, Granddad, Legend some names that you have had, but we will love you always. Simply known as Dad.

REST IN PEACE DAD xx

Welts across my bum

The candle lights are shimmering in the dungeon I sit and wait, the silence seems encroaching as I'm quietly listening for my date

Finally I hear footsteps they pause outside the dungeon door, I begin to get excited knowing what I've come here for

She slips the blindfold on me, the handcuffs are clamped down tight, stripped naked and  hanging high, I'm ready for my painful play tonight

The first strike shocks me a bit, I let out a moan then sigh, behind the blindfold a tear falls but no one will ever see me cry

The flogger bites into my skin, I adore the mixture of both pleasure and the pain, I tingle with excitement as the flogger bites me once  again

Then I feel my cheeks shudder as a paddles now in full swing, it lands on me with such a force, I'm rattled by its delicious sting

Bruised scrapped and stinging, that was such a night of fun, I'll be sitting down real carefully with these welts across my bum

THE KINKY POET 

Get your freak on

It's time to get our freak on now our weeks work is done, let's get all the toys out and have some kinky fun

Let's turn off our mobiles let's unplug the household phone, let's just play together now we're finisged abd on our own

You go run the bathtub I'll go open a chilled bottle of your favourite wine, let's light some candles it must be chilling time

Let me wash you slowly let my hands caress your gorgeous curves, let me treat you like a Goddess, it's no more than you deserve

Pick your favourite lingerie I hope you pick red lace, you know it is my favourite colour, it puts a smile across my face

Open up the kinky toy box, pick all the toys you want to use, I'm happy to use anything so I'll leave it up to you to choose

So now we are both ready let's get our freak right on, I love it when we're kinky you my Queen and me your poet Ron

THE KINKY POET 

Special treat

Today is your birthday as a special treat you get to choose, we can do anything you want and I promise I won't refuse

We can go out and do the public thing, I know you love to play outside, or we can jump into the camper van and go out for a ride

I'll tie you up or you can do the same thing I'm your plaything for the day, have a think and then decide, all you have to do is say

Have you been carrying a naughty thought is there something you've never done, don't be shy just spit it out, today's your day for fun

Bring your friend or have all to yourself I'll just watch and take a kinky pic, or I'll take you both by force, today you own my dick

Hot wax or nipple clamps your can beat me hard and fast, show me what it's like to receive the pain, let's see how long my pain threshold will last

So make good use of your birthday gift because once this day is done, I will go  back to being in charge, I'll be back to number one

THE KINKY POET 

I'm his

Pinned down by his body weight there's no way I can fight, he has me where he wants me, I'm now his sex toy for the night

Legs forced wide apart he's forced himself between my thighs, so angry with desires i can see it plainly in his eyes

Rough hands scrape my skin, my nipples harden to his touch, the roughness of his skin touching me seemed to turn me on so much

His stubble grazes my soft cheeks, our tongues are entangled in an exotic dance, his passions overwhelming he puts me in an erotic trance

When his manhood enters me, my juices start to flow, I try to match his rise and fall, which started off steady and real slow

Soon I'm lost in sexual ecstasy he has ignited all my lusts desires, soon I'm being scorched by our wild exotic fires

I've given myself completely tonight I belong a slave to his every whim, he does anything he wants to me, tonight I'm owned by him

THE KINKY POET