THE KINKY POET

Kinktastic kind of day

Well I've woke up feeling like I need a kinktastic kind of day, round up all your favourite toys, let's take them out to play

Let's drive to a quiet spot, perhaps the woods or just a field, I'll then lay you on a blanket and play with you until you cum and yield

Bring all your playthings, put on a very accessible summer dress, don't bother with your undies, I can't wait I must confess

I want to finger you whilst I'm driving, so when we arrive you're already wet, god my cock is throbbing and we've not even set off yet

I know you like public play, so today you'll have some fun, I'll do my best to make you scream, so passing strangers hear you cum

You can sit across me then take this hungry cock of mine inside, with the Summer dress spread out over us, no one will see you ride

Come on hurry up get ready get the toys, let's be on our way, we're off on a adventure, this will be a kinktastic kind of day

THE KINKY POET 

What do you dream

When you lay down at night do you dream of days gone past, or are they glimpses of a future, that might change your life at last

Do you dream of romance, in them are you searching for The One, finally together holding each others hand you walk off into the Sun

Dreams of a having family, or just you and them alone, sitting by a fire whilst your pet dog gnaws on a juicy bone

Perhaps you dream of erotica, some scenarios filled with loads of kink, tied up wearing Red lace, no wait that's my dream I think (Sorry)

Dreams about what turns you on, about the things that make wet, doing all your favourite kinks or of things you haven't tried just yet

Sharing tender kisses, then reading of them wrote in rhyme, sent out into the universe, to stand the test of time

So tell me what you dream of, let me read what's in your head, share with me your hopes and dreams, the one's you think about in bed

THE KINKY POET 

Dump your seed

Now you've had your way with me, I see you walking out my door, I'm left full of your seed and now you have need for me no more

The door closes slowly I hear that lonely heartbreaking click, I'm left with just your memories of your hardened throbbing dick

Sadness washes over me, for now again I'm all alone, left with just messages of promises on my mobile phone

Telling me you will mine, but you can't upset or leave your wife, it's just not the right time yet, so I'm just left in strife

Feeling like I'm being used, is just a struggle I have to be bare, it's part of having you in my life and she needs you there

I wonder does she know where you go, when you visit me, I pray one day you'll be mine, if she ever let's you free

Will I ever be your one and only, am I really the one you need, or am I just your playground, a place to dump your seed

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