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 

Slow deliberate kisses

My slow deliberate kisses start from your pretty toes, I move up you like a hungry vine, heading for your Rose

Kissing slowly up your shin, paying attention to your knee, moving up your inner thigh, to the place I want to be

I nibble at her soft flesh, I leave my mark upon her thigh, I can see your gorgeous Rose, all I can do is sigh

I unfold your roses pretty petals, her fragrance is so very sweet, i place my mouth on her, it's time for me to eat

Your juices flowing like summer rain, her taste is of Peaches and honey, you are a gift from the gods, you taste so very yummy

My fingers go inside, I'm dancing erotic circles on your clit, my thumb pressed on your bud, two fingers in your slit

Soon I must travel further up, sadly I leave your sacred place, after sucking on your hardened nipples I kiss up past your neck right up to your face

Wrapped up within your arms, we share a slow deliberate kiss, your painted lips are heavenly, to kiss you is such bliss

THE KINKY POET 

My turn

I'm so ravenous for your pussy, just slide her across my face, let me see the pretty Rose, shrouded in red lace

Let me nibble on the skin of your gorgeous inner thighs, I want to hear your gentle moans, i need to hear your sighs

I want to pull across your panties, let me see your pussy shine, bring her closer to my mouth, let me taste her sweetest wine

Slowly begin to ride my face, soak my beard with your gorgeous juice, now throw back your head and let the hounds of passion loose

Grind your Rose into me, as I hold tight onto your hips, pulling you down tight onto me, as my tongue inside you slips

Now baby pick up speed, stick your claws into my skin, I adore pain and pleasure, as your orgasm just kicks in

Lapping at your pussy, I'm searching for every delicious drop, you run like a waterfall, it seems it'll never stop

You scream out in pleasure, I've given you all you need and yearn, you slide your mouth onto my shaft, now it is my turn

THE KINKY POET 

Rough play

I throw you up against the wall, the moment you step through the door, I growl something rude into your ear, something like you're my dirty whore

I pin your hands above your head, I force my tongue inside your mouth, I rip open your pretty blouse, before I move down south

You try your best to resist and struggle but it is a futile fight, I've caught you unawares, now you're mine tonight

Forcing my hand up your skirt, already your pussys damp, I try to get in between your legs, you try your best to clamp

You begin to snap and snarl, you mark me with a bite, I push you harder to the wall, I make my grip real tight

Once pretty lace panties now strewn, torn lay ruined on the floor, I force myself between your legs, your defense is gone for sure

I thrust myself inside you, I pound you against the wall, you wrap your legs around me, you want to take it all

Aggressively we fuck, you beg me for my creamy seed, you've gone from fighting for your dignity to a woman with a hungry need

Claw marks, bites and bruises are the order of the day, reminders of a awesome fuck, when we have rough play

THE KINKY POET 

The killer look

Sitting in my wheelchair with a huge smile across my face, it's because you stand before me, dressed in leather and black lace

Such a sexy outfit, extenuating all your gorgeous curves, moving with a seductive swish everytime you swerve

Cleavage tantalisingly full but your nipples aren't on show, I move my eyes across you, to your pussy I really want to go

Your Rose is nicely covered up, in panties of the matching lace. Your stockings and high heels complete the look, I feel my heartbeat race

You move around my wheelchair, you are doing an erotic dance, I can't take my eyes off you, I'm captured in a sexual trance

You move in close I get a kiss, then you pull yourself away, god I'm getting frantic, you're the champion at this teasing play

I try my best to grab you but I just end up reaching air, one moment you are close to me and then you're just not there

My memory card must be full, the amount of photos that I took, I just couldn't help myself, it's such a killer look

Finally you bend over in front of me, I give your ass a slap, you turn and we kiss passionately, as you sit across my lap

THE KINKY POET 

Searching

I'm searching for that special person, I'm so hungry for this goal, I want to give my heart to them, I want to share my soul

I've a million unspent kisses waiting ready on my moistened lips, my tongue is very eager, into a willing mouth it wants to slip

My arms are waiting desperately to wrap up someone nice and tight, to hold them in a sweet embrace, to guard them through the night

I lay here waiting with so much loving body heat to share, I want to open up my heart, to show someone just how much I care

I dream of sending flowers, walking together hand in hand, laying on sun kissed beaches, walking barefoot on the sand

Making love together, entwined we're moulded into one, sharing our loves delights, until we greet the morning Sun

But still I'm searching for that special person, it's sadly all that I can do, I hope my search will come to a end, when i get to you

THE KINKY POET 

The perfect rhyme is you

To write the perfect rhyme, there's one thing I have to do, it's to try to write in stanzas, about the very best of you

Firstly I'd begin with your smile, it would be a captivating start, then how you made me feel And how you stole my heart

Your kindness your pretty eyes, the softness of your skin, the shape of your pretty lips, these must also be put in

Your sexy curves, your inner thighs, the wetness of your Rose, I adore everything about you from your head down to your toes

Your elegance and beauty, the way when you move you sway, how I could watch you move around forever and a day

Your tender touch, each and every kiss, the softness of your hair, your support and understanding, the way you show you care

All these things I'd have to use, if I were to write the perfect rhyme, how I wish you were  real and not a dream so I could make you mine

THE KINKY POET