Some call me the Madman
Others the ****** boy
But am just a poet, I write whilst crippled in my bed, from erotica or Vampires and Roses, whatever grows inside my head

*******, whipping, floggings, outfits worn for *** 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 *****'s and how I love to make them seep

Handcuffs and being tied down, with rope, zip ties and chains, an endless list of ******* 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 ****** 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

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