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 

Seduction with my words

I send my words across the void, they settle in your head, telling you of what I'd love to do if I was in your bed

You read how my hands would trace all your curves, how my lips would touch your skin, describing how we'd spend the night, sharing our carnal sin

With my poetic words I try to show, how much I'd turn you on, I want to see the lovely wetness produced by this poet Ron

Laying my head between your thighs, I spread your pussy's lips, I push my tongue inside you and drink your juice with little sips

Your nectar tastes like pure honey, it's sweetness is devine, soak my face in pussy juice, i want to drown in wine

I move around your body, I suck and bite to mark your skin on places that can't be seen, leaving marks upon you, on the places where I've been

I hope my words seduce you, that would fulfil my desperate need, my tenderness and erotica wrapped inside my read

THE KINKY POET 

Good girl treat

Today you've been a real good girl, I think you deserve a treat, go put on a pretty dress and some sandals on your feet

I'm taking you out to the zoo, I thought it might be fun, wear some crotchless undies so I can feel and see your bum

They have a petting zoo, with friendly animals you can touch, you can stroke the animals whilst I look at your gorgeous pussy the one I love so much

The lions are majestic, the Giraffes are really long and tall, but for me it is the Chimpanzees, that seem to have it all

All those lovely climbing trees, you wouldn't believe how much they fuck, it inspired me a little, which could be a bit of luck

They've got a lunching area, if it's possible we might get a play, I'll put the picnic blanket in the boot, just in case today

I can lay the blanket out you could sit across my dick, if I get the chance my sweet, I'll give your delicious pussy a quick lick

So make up a picnic basket, the Zoo is going to be your good girl treat, we'll get to see the animals, we might get to fuck and eat

THE KINKY POET 

Late night kiss

Hold your hair up for him so he can kiss slowly down your spine, taking in your bodies beauty on his way to sip your wine

Slowly, so deliberately it's a thing he will not rush, he's intoxicated by you, often thinking about you, you're his dream state crush

You've become his infatuation, his one and all consuming desire, you have ignited in him a wild inferno, a raging sexual fire

You've become like hid favourite drug, he needs to have you to survive, you took this broken poet and You've now made him feel alive

Dreams hopes desires now run freely once again in his heart, feelings he had thought long gone, since his life just fell apart

Dark clouds are parting, he can finally see the brightness of the Sun, you are the reason for this, you are that special one

So when he lays his head down tonight, he prays this simple wish, that you'll come and share a dream and perhaps a late night kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Hen night

You can hear people whispering behind the curtain around this great big bed, you're wondering what's going on, crazy ideas rush around your head

Then the curtains drawn back, there's people all sat quietly in a row, they're all here to watch you, they're here to watch a show

The lights go down the spot lights on, sexy music starts to play, you instantly go up on your knees and seductively start to sway

You slowly start to touch yourself, covering every inch, your nipples harden instantly, caused by a deliberate pinch

Soon your bright red basque is on the floor, soaked panties lay on the bed, they don't look like matching colours now, the wet panties look a darker shade of red

You turn away from the crowd, they hear your vibrator start to hum, then you get quite a shock, when someone strokes your bum

Instinctively you raise your hips, you feel soft fingers slide inside, you look over your shoulder to see a lady dressed up like a bride

She fingers you then licks your juice, you hear people taking pics, her experienced hands spread your lips as your throbbing clit she flicks

She calls out a girls name, they take turns to eat and fuck you right, it was the first time, you've been used as the star turn at a kinky brides hen night

THE KINKY POET