THE KINKY POET

My happy place

Let me see your glistening Pinkness spread your petals wide, let me slide between your legs and take a look inside

Put one leg on each shoulder so I can get a better view, let me get up close and personal and have a look at you

My god you smell beautiful, you have the cutest clit, I can see your honey running, it's dripping from your slit

It's hard not to dive right in, my hungers gone ravenous tonight, your pussys driving me wild and crazy, my desires burning bright

I dip in my middle finger, I give it a hard long slow suck, your wine tastes like heaven, now I'm desperate for a fuck

I can't wait no longer, you raise your body up to take me in, I push myself deep into you, the slow grinding can now begin

Slow deliberate fucking, we move in perfect symmetry until we cum, still in you we drift off to sleep, our evening play is done

Your pussy is my happy place, as crazy as that seems, one day I hope it will be real. and not just in my dreams

THE KINKY POET 

One real kiss

Looking at your sexy curves, my heart begins to race and pound, to me you are a Goddess, the sexiest girl around

Your pretty eyes, your gorgeous hair, the shape of your painted lips, you really are a work of art, I adore your curvy hips

The inspiration that you give me. Flows freely in my rhyme, then I send them out into  cyberspace, to be read at anytime

Stanzas sent across the void, to show how often I think of you, snippets of my desires and of dreams I wished were true

I hope to dream all night long, to share my every moment of sleep time, then recall them once I'm awake and put them into a gorgeous rhyme

So when they land in front of you, it's plainly obvious to see, how I adore you greatly and how much you mean to me

Thank you for the inspiration, to write about you is such true bliss but I'd give up all the dream time inspiration, to share just one real kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Ghosting

I wonder where you've gone to, I wonder what I've done, was it something that I said that made you cut and run

One moment we're talking, I thought we were becoming friends, next minute there's no reply, our communication ends

You have given no reason, you didn't have the manners to say goodbye, I racked my brain to figure out what i did, but no matter how I try

I can't see the reason for you to ignore my messages tonight, I guess it's about manners and if you're brought up right

A simple explanation would help, I'm sure it wouldn't take long, a brief explanation of what I did so wrong

But I guess that's not your style, I expect now I will get blocked, it will kind of sting a bit but I won't be shocked

But I'm sure things will go on, but there's one answer I'd love the most, what did I really do, to make you turn into ghost

THE KINKY POET

When inspiration calls

Sitting in my bed, waiting to hear that special notification ping, to tell me I've got pictures and all the joy they bring

It doesn't matter what you send every picture makes me smile, It seems ages since you've sent any, I'm sure it's been quite a while

I can't wait to see your pretty eyes, your smile and gorgeous hair, I'll keep them locked up on my phone, so no one knows they're there

And when I'm all alone at night, looking for inspirational ideas to write, I will look at your pictures until a poem comes into sight

Stanzas full of my desires, words expressing what I think of you, explaining your importance, with words that are so true

I hope when you read my writes, you can feel me in your heart, just a few gentle reminders of that though we are a part

I think of you always, you're forever in my heart and head, i hope you can feel my kisses across the void, the one's I'm sending from my bed

THE KINKY POET

The visit

I wonder is there someone out there lonely just like me, are they dreaming of a man, a poet to set them free

Are they looking for the one, a man to make their heart just race and pound but no matter how hard they search, that man just can't found

Do they lay in their lonely bed, staring out into the night, wishing they could find the one, that certain Mr Right

That missing piece of their puzzle, the piece to make their life complete, the other side of their coin, a love that can't be beat

Someone to bring them flowers, to walk with hand in hand, to spend lazy days with, lying on a beach of golden sand

Sharing gentle kisses, to make memories to last them for all-time, if they do I understand, their dreams are just like mine

For I too dream of that certain someone, a woman who sounds a bit like you, come visit me in my dream or shall I come visit you

THE KINKY POET 

The need in me

Tie me up and thrash me, let me feel the rush of pain, even if I beg you for mercy, strike me once again

Let me feel the flogger bite sharp lines across my back, get your sex clamps out and pin them to my sack

Put me in a chastity cage, padlock it tight upon my cock, leave it on until you see fit, I'll wear it around the clock

Bite my tender flesh, run your claws hard across my skin, write obscenities on me, just let the fun begin

Hot wax and ice cubes, cover me in sticky chocolate sauce, eat me with aggression, I want you to use me with great force

Tonight I don't want tenderness, I'm ravenous for real pain, flood me with endorphins, overwhelm anxious my brain

Pain seems to calm me, it settles the worries of the day, so please baby hang me up, then get your flogger out and play

THE KINKY POET 

Kisses and nibbles

Kisses and nibbles, running down your neck and spine, gentle loving reminders that your body is devine

Kisses across your eyes acknowledging their beauties beyond compare, moving down onto your lips, to taste the lipstick there

Moving down your cleavage, I roll your nipples around my tongue, taking time to leave my mark, I move on once this is done

Nibbling past your tummy I arrive at your already moistened sacred place, now me and my favourite Rose are finally face to face

Nestled deep between your legs, your beautiful flowers waiting there, clean shaven and tasting sweet, with her petals soft and bare

You raise yourself slightly, I see the Pinkness that lies within, I put my mouth to you and slide my tongue right in

You grind your pussy into my face, I nibble at your swollen clit,  kissing around your labia, I pay homage to your slit

THE KINKY POET 

The hands of time

The hands of time goes so slowly when I'm waiting to go to bed, I can't wait to get snuggled in and rest my weary head

All day I've thought about drifting off into a sexy dream, where I will find you waiting for me then where I'd fill you with my cream

Some dreams are soft and tender, we're on a beach of golden sand, or skipping through a meadow, together hand in hand

Then some are really sleazy, you're dressed up like a dirty kinky whore, where I'd have my way with you, then toss you on the floor

Sometimes I'm a stalker, a voyeur hiding in the dark, peering through your windows looking for an erotic spark

Or I might be your master, I've got you as my sexual slave, there at my beck and call, to do all that I might crave

I'll keep you in a dark and dingy dungeon chained up until I want to play, then you will do my bidding, never questioning what I say

My name written on your flesh, I'd take sexy pictures on my phone, you're ordered to send me sexy videos to watch when I'm alone

All these things are possible, once into a dream I creep but the hands of time move so slowly, when I can't drift off to sleep

THE KINKY POET 

Mile high club

Give me just five minutes then follow me into the loo, knock three times on the door so I know it's you

Try to not get seen by the attendant, it's illegal to have sex in a plane but it's such a rare opportunity, we really can't refrain

It's  been on my sexual wish list, it's something I've always wanted to do, I'm scared but up for it, I'm game are you game to

You'll have to do me from behind, there's not much room in there, as long as we both get to fuck, as for the position I don't care

Just get your joystick in me, a mile high in the clouds I want to cum, you can use any hole, my pussy or my bum

Ok I'm leaving now give it five minutes, don't leave me waiting there for you, before I go off I need ask one last thing, be honest straight and true

Whilst we're taking this kinky opportunity still one last question does remain, if we're both fucking in the loo, who will fly the plane

THE KINKY POET 

The dreamer

He walks down the street the woman have to stop and stare, he always plays it casual but he knows that they are there

He struts like a Peacock, his feathers perfectly preened and all on show, his reputation proceeds him, he always puts on some sort of show

Girls swoon at his feet, he's desired throughout the place, just a simple glance from him would bring a flush to any ladles face

All the woman want him, his sexual prowess is known of far and wide, any girl would give anything to lay down by his side

To share a whole evening with him, really is quite rare, once they've had his pleasure, he just gets them out of there

No time for love and romance, once his done the deed, he just ignores them if he sees them, he's satisfied his hungry need

A killer with the woman, he's broke a million woman's hearts, he's destroyed many marriages, his seduction is a form of art

But this is only in his head, some sort of wishful, hopeful dream, really he's a nobody, he's never remembered once he's seen

THE KINKY POET