THE KINKY POET

Anticipation

Tied up in the deepest dungeon, it's cold, it's damp and dark, a candles the only light sorce, it flickers, spits and sparks

You can make out glimpses of the pain and pleasure toys hanging on the wall, so many torture implements, you want to feel them all

The thought gets you excited, your heart begins to race, just the thought of the pain to come puts a smile across your face

Waiting for the bitter sting as the flogger starts to bite, the welts it will leave on you, sore reminders of the special night

The sound made by the paddle as it hits you like a crashing wave, the moment of ecstasy held within the pain you crave

Your hoping for some nipple clamps, some hot wax and a butt plug, you love the way they all feel, especially when the plug fits nice and snug

You can feel the excitement building, there's juice running down your leg, you must remember most of all, never plead or beg

God you hope your mistress comes soon, you love being her special girl and no matter what she uses tonight, you'll just let the fun unfurl

THE KINKY POET 

Jack"s 3 question challenge

1: Being paralyzed I miss scuba diving more than walking.

2: I started to write erotic poetry as a kind of sexual release after becoming paralyzed

3: I'm single because my wife of 22 years dumped me whilst I was in hospital saying " She couldn't be with a cripple".

Great challenge mate
Love and light T.K.P

I replied on Jacks page but decided to put it up on my page too

To the shop we go

Laying together on our bed, clothes strewn wildly across the floor, the remnants of the evenings kinky sexual war

Ropes untied on the bedposts, toys used and left upon a side, Butt plugs and nipple clamps and things to spread you wide

Lubricant and a candle and small puddles on the floor, little wet reminders of the ice cubes that were here before

You run your hands across your skin, the small bites have left their mark, passionate moments emblazoned on you, made by claw marks in the dark

I have the same sting from where your claws have racked my spine, you have your spoils of war and the welts you've left are mine

We clear all the fun away, we sit and chat about the night, you decide we need to do this regularly but you want to plan it right

We go to the kinky shop with a extensive kinky playtime list, so you can make a playtimes great and go with extra kinky twist

THE KINKY POET 

Another wet dream

Tied up, Blindfolded in a dark lonely cabin on your own, no real chance of a escape, in a place you'll get no signal on your phone

The only sound to be heard is of the wilderness outside, you have the feeling of fear and anxiety building up inside

You hear the door open, you now know you're not alone, you can hear a clicking noise has someone takes pictures on their phone

You then feel a rough hand it guides you until your sitting on a bed, they then lay you down and tie you up, your hands are now above your head

Legs spread wide tied down tight you have no place to go, you feel a head between your legs he begins to lick you slow

At first you start to struggle but soon your juices start to seep, your resolve is finally broken, you raise your hips to take him deep

You feel him gnawing at your flesh as he moves up to kiss your lips, against your will you want him, your pussy just throbs and drips

His hands are all over you, with his weight he pounds you to the bed, the thought of your abduction is now firmly out your head

Your first orgasm comes real quickly, then you start to cum again, you try to hold onto reality but he's fucked it out your brain

Faster and faster he pounds down on you, you're trying hard to not let out a scream, then with one power thrust he fills you with his warm seedy cream

You shudder with such pleasure it was a fuck that couldn't be beat, you open your eyes your in your bed, wrapped in a damp wet sheet

THE KINKY POET 

True loves kiss

Lust and desire fired by a never ending ravenous need, makes me want to tear off your clothes, on you I want to feed

I want your body to feast on, I want to sip on your sweetest wine, I want to own your heart and soul, I want to make you mine

I dream of having you next to me in my bed, resting in my arms, I want to share sweet kisses and get lost within your charms

Our bodies blended in a sweetness that only comes with loves embrace, to sail free in your gorgeous eyes, when we're laying face to face

I run my hands across your curves, you have the softest skin, I kiss up your thighs towards your Chalice and sip on the wine that's held within

We move in perfect symmetry we make love in perfect time, together we drift off to sleep, already I know the rhyme

When our lips finally touch, I'm your King you are my Queen, then I wake to find myself alone and true loves kiss was just a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Fairytale Queen

Lust and desire the ravenous need is running through each vein, though we played in ĺast nights dream, I need you once again

Night after night of passion, still it doesn't seem enough, take me anyway you choose, whether it's done soft and tender or really fast and rough

I'm so eager to have you everyday, I want you lying by my side, dressed in something sexy, with you legs spread real wide

Please kneel before me use your tongue like a magic wand, run it up and down my shaft then send me to sweet ecstasy and beyond

I want you wrapped around me, I beg you please just spend the night, let me taste your flowers nectar, I will always treat you right

Bound together in desire, warmed by the fires of lust, having a bodies entwined in ecstasy, built on love and trust

I'll make you feel so special I'll treat you like a fairytale Queen, I want to pay homage to you, even if it's just a hopeful dream

THE KINKY POET 

Sex binge

The ravenous beast is free, my sexual fantasies are running loose, I'm hunting for you high and low, I'm desperate for your juice

I'll say sorry in advance for your clothing, I'm going to tear it off and throw it on the floor, them I'm going to own you, you'll be my kinky little whore

My cock is already throbbing I can't help but stroke my dick. I want you knelt down before me, ready to show me your blow job trick

Your body will ache after, you can't hide but feel free to try and run, when I catch I'll bend you over and spank your gorgeous bum

There will be small bruises on your soft sweet flesh, I will definitely leave my mark, you've brought all this upon yourself, your smile it was the spark

I will own every hole, your body and soul will then be mine, once I've finished with you, I'll set this sleazy night in rhyme

I'll write about how we fucked all night, how I creamed inside your minge, thank you for the evening, it was a ravenous sex fueled  binge

THE KINKY POET 

On my way

The clock ticks by so slowly, I'm awake and all alone, either staring into the darkness or playing solitaire on my phone

Desperately trying to fall asleep, knowing you're waiting in my dreams, so close yet a world away or that is how it seems

Tossing and turning my mind just won't give up the fight, I even try counting leaping sheep, I pray I sleep real soon tonight

I need to drift off to my happy place, I know you're waiting there, the place we're together, where we can live without a care

Where I'm not in a wheelchair, it's a place where I am truly free, to spend my time with you, where there's only you and me

It's where the Sun is always shining, no dark clouds or pouring rain, where happiness is in abundance and no one is cursed with pain

My eyes are feeling heavy, I've had a tough and pain filled day, I feel myself slowly drifting off, at last I'm on my way

THE KINKY POET

Two worlds

Though I've not seen you naked, in dreams I've laid you bare, I've run my hands across your curves and kissed you every where

Though I might not have pictures of you on my phone of the naked kind, I've a milliom images I carry daily stored within my mind

We've never shared a single kiss and although our lips may have never been entwined, I'd steal a million kisses if in the real world you were truly mine

Tied right down tight to my bed, your bodies my to own, in my real life I'm paralyzed in my bed, sad and all alone

Nips and bites inside your thighs, little bruises made in sin, sexy small reminders of the places where I've been

I dream you sit at my feet, you are my submissive Queen, how I wish that this was true and not just some wishful dream

Two worlds apart, alone whilst awake, then together in my dream, my life in my dream world is so much better it would seem

Ron

Sexual social butterfly

I'm a sexual social butterfly I enjoy sipping from a sexual Rose, I love to spread their petals and have their fragrance up my nose

I love to rest on them all, for a short while I make them mine, feeding from their flowers, their nectar tastes so devine

Each Rose is very different, they never look the same, I flit from one to another, playing my butterfly oral game

Teasing and pleasing, my tongue dances on their clit, when their juices start to flow, I start enjoying feeding from their slit

Having a flower close to my tongue makes my heartbeat race, I'm always at my happiest when there's a flower hovering above my face

Sometimes i get lucky and there's more than one Rose in my garden at one time, like a social sexual butterfly, I make both of the flowers mine

There's a million different flowers I will do my best to bring sunshine to has many as I can, when it comes to pretty flowers, this social sexual butterfly is their biggest fan

THE KINKY POET