The kinky poet

The kinky poet

I am just a poet, I write whilst crippled in my bed, from erotica or Vampires and Roses, whatever grows inside my head

Bondage, whipping, floggings, outfits worn for sex roll play, the kinks inside my poetry change from day to day

Tales of abduction, locked up in a dungeon, dark and deep, tales of pretty pussy's and how I love to make them seep

Handcuffs and being tied down, with rope, zip ties and chains, an endless list of fucking styles, that hide deep inside my brain

I also write of sweet romance, of a never ending deeper love, of Angels disguised as mere mortals, sent from high above

Tales full of passion and sexual games so full of lust, relationships between Dom and Subs and how they're built on trust

So I thought I was just a poet, who wrote poems about the thoughts I think, it seems there's more than that to me, I'm a poet with a kink

Ron