Best Kink Poems
Toss me in prism
And throw away the key
I'm having a spasm
I'm down on one knee
Cheer Bear underwear
Marry me
10.24.18
Rainbows Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
mutilate
manipulate
touch
fondle
and burn
fleshes wounds
hot wax's touch
not too little
not much
choke
gloat and burn in hell
I see her face
hot sand
cold hands
man to man
twisted corpse
mine to warp
melting pot of
your hot
retort
deeper into
your mind
like a tape worm
dripped in wine
50’s housewife on kink
I like to please, always have
you need something, already in the car, your favorite dish- surprise it’s made
delicious, nutritious , satisfying
catering to all whims
don’t get up, i’ll get you another drink daddy
it’s so natural
saw it in my grandmother and mom, catering to men’s wishes remaining on task
putting others first as you lag behind only to realize that you are under appreciated
when you stumble on the right one you realize their love for you is overwhelming
so I choose this part of me, fulfills me
truly who I am
i know your thinking how can she love herself submitting to another
submission it’s so taboo, so deviant, conjures up images of cruelty, worthlessness
nothing could be farther from the truth
yes, good jewish girls were not taught to behave this way, walking around in heels completely naked as they clean the house
crinolines off as well as separate beds
what most people don’t know is that submission is a precious commodity- if it was available on the stock market it would out pure gold
why?
it’s a gift to one who earns it
connections so strong the desire to please in anyway is a joy
i am a 50’s house wife on kink
never felt this calm
has to be a kink
we wonder in which precinct
will be my instinct
all rules have been read
did discover what they said
always plan ahead
great day always be
when God will set world free
for eternity
God message shall send
all sins will come to an end
always did intend
we prayed to God please
do remove deadly disease
worshipped on our knees
Hope you like my Horn Haiku.
i can only
submit
ten
poems
in a twenty
four hour time
period
period
though
such a dog
i act as if a cat
put them in
my litter
box
and let my
Mistress pick
them out to be
posted
or
pissed
on
Dirty Little Secret
Hidden. Pushed to the back of the drawer. Only opened when you see fit.
I see a glimmer of light, then stuffed back into the darkness.
A commodity.
A collectible.
You have dreamed of me, but you will wake up when I open my mouth for something other than your cock.
I am a stepping stone for you until you find the one.
The one with blonde hair and an effortless elegance. The one who radiates light.
Do I encase the darkness? Or is that only what you wish to see.
‘Nobody else knows this side of me’
Am I that side?
Is it a privilege to know the real you?
Or a sacrifice, because nobody will know the side of you that keeps me.
Your words dont pierce my bubble.
They linger outside, you wait to see if I will swallow the letters you throw at me.
But they mean only what I decide.
And I show you only what I want you to see.
I want to be seen. Admired. Loved.
And I know you do.
You see me bound and gagged.
You admire how much pain I can take,
You love how I kneel before you, always eager to submit and please.
I am a vessel for you to unleash your darkest desires.
The perfect toy.
Limited edition, crafted only for you.
That’s me.