THE KINKY POET

Worship me and I'll worship you

Get down on your knees and pay homage to my throbbing dick, worship at its stiffness, you may now have a lick

Yes I'll give worship to your cock, once you've prayed at my sacred place, then given thanks to your Goddess before I rub it in your face

Cup my throbbing balls, put the tip past your painted lips, open your mouth for me real wide, so inside it easily slips

You must first spread my moist petals, suck hard on my swollen hood, sip from my holy Chalice, my pussy's wine will taste so good

Take me down inside your throat, let my bollocks rest upon your chin, feel me deep inside your throat, as I ram my manhood in

Use your tongue to worship me, then in return I'll worship you, treat my pussy like a diety,  just do what you must do

Enough of this endless bickering let's just have a sixty-nine, then we can worship each others body, by praying at the exact same time

THE KINKY POET 

Cock hungry monster

Sitting in your bed late at night, you get a tingle down below, you put your hand down between your legs, you feel your pussy's juices start to flow

You try to ignore it but the feeling's getting really strong, you're hungry for a length of throbbing cock, god it's been so long

Yes you've had your little plays, you've got off with your toys but it seems like forever since you've been had by some hungry boys

Felt them fumble on your skin, felt them pound you hard and fast, it a shame for all their effort, the amount of time that they all last

Big cocks, small cocks, some are very often in between, some are big and meaty, some are often long and lean

You love them in every hole, you love to be full of their hot creamy seed, you swallow every drop just to fulfil your sexual need

Your a cock hungry monster, you just can't get enough, you'll take it anyway, from soft and gentle to very, very rough

But it seems like ages, since you've had your way with a boy, so your left sitting in a damp patch, reaching for your favourite toy

THE KINKY POET 

Symmetry

I've a growing hunger, my cravings for your pussy's juice, I want to get between your legs and let my passions loose

I'm gonna part your petals, run my thumb across your clit, push my tongue inside you, lap all the juices from your slit

Nibble on your inner thighs, making sure I leave my mark, just the thought of tasting you makes my desires for you spark

Working my way up your body, my mouths hunting for your painted lips, we push them together then Inside my wet tongue slips

My hands are running wild on you, I'm searching your body out inch by inch, I grab your hardened nipples and I give them a little pinch

You guide my shaft down to your pussy, I push the tip right in, you raise yourself up for me, we conclude or night of sin

Moving in perfect symmetry, our bodies blend as one, sharing all our fantasies until the moment that we cum

THE KINKY POET 

First try

Your sure you want to try this, I know you've been researching it online, yes of course I'm up for it all the rest of things have gone just fine

I loved it when you got dressed up, when you asked me to call you filthy names, acting out scenarios, I loved those sort of games

Playing with those sex toys, watching you fucking yourself until you cum, I was simply blown away, when you put a butt plug in your bum

So of course I'll have a crack at it, though it seems strange to cause you pain but who knows we might both enjoy it, you might be right again

So this is called a paddle, this floggers for your skin,  I guess you better get across my lap, so the first spanking can begin

Tell me if I'm going to hard, I'm desperate to get this right, I quite like being in control, I don't want to put you off tonight

Ok let's get the ropes out, I'll hang you up from this high beam, beating you with this flogger, seems like a crazy kinky dream

God I could get really in to this, you are that's for sure, I can see your pussy's soaked and there's a puddle on the floor

THE KINKY POET 

When we play tonight

Do my words make your pussy moist and tingle when I call you my slutty whore, when i paddle your sexy ass, does it make you wish for more

Do you love your skin left marked, after a night of play, watching the bruises change their colours, through the hours of the day

That feeling of tenderness after I've fucked you really rough, I love my cock inside you, I cannot get enough

Rope burns or zip ties bite into your gorgeous skin, they make you vulnerable and at my will, i love it when I'm in charge of sin

Tearing off your sexy clothes, peeling off your kinky underwear, taking my time to look at you, I love it when you're bare

Paddles, whips, floggers or canes each made to give you pain, which of these would get you wet  and make your pussy start to rain

Tell me what turns you on, I want to get our playtime right, I want to make you cum so hard, when we play tonight

THE KINKY POET 

Voyeuristic game

Looking through your window late last night, I could hear that familiar hum, you were playing with your toy, meaning I'll get to see you cum

Your back arched in ecstasy, the vibrator's buried deep, I can see your thighs glistening as your juices start to seep

Plunging the toy deeper, you begin to pick up a faster speed, my cock is hard and throbbing, a clear indication of my need

One hand thrusting your vibrator, the other playing with your tits, I don't know where to point my eyes, I don't want to miss a bit

You begin to buck and jerk, I know you're about to cum, you raise your legs higher I can now see the butt plug in your bum

It looks like you have a foxes tail, it's so cute made of bright red fluff, my god you're putting on a show, i just can't get enough

I love to watch you fuck yourself you seem to have loads of fun alone, I'm out here taking dirty pics, on my mobile phone

I see your legs shaking, you then start to scream my name, I rush inside to fuck you, how I love this voyeuristic game

THE KINKY POET 

My hero fluffy

When the world outside is cold and dark, when everyone is mean, there's a certain fluffy that still can make me beam

He's always there close at hand, guaranteed to make things right, to snuggle up to on a bad day, to guard me through the night

He's there to support me, to settle me into a better space, just looking at him, brings a smile even to my saddest face

He made be a little floppy, often soaked upset, heartbroken tears but to me he's my champion, I've had him for many years

Together we have faced the world, we've shared good times and we've shared bad, he's seen me at my happiest and he's seen me when I sad

I can find him when i need too, he's always by my side, once I thought I'd lost him, you should have seen how hard I cried

Unlike some people in this world he always treats me right, he's my faithful, loyal fluffy, he turns my darkness into light

I may own other cuddly fuffies but only one will really do, when I'm feeling all alone, like when I'm missing you

THE KINKY POET 

On my mind

A house full of friends and family but it's like I'm on own, all I can think about is the Goddess on my phone

People are laughing and chatting the party drinks are lin full flow, but I'm not really there I wish that that I could go

I want to drift off and be with you, wrapped tightly I'm your arms, sharing gentle kisses, being captivated by your charms

Drinking from your sacred place, sipping your sweet wine, lapping up every drop, your pussy's so devine

Sucking on your nipples, feeling your nails clawing at my skin, both leaving bite marks, to reward our night of sin

Pushing my shaft past painted lips, until my balls rest upon your chin, withdrawing it so you can lick the tip, then pushing it back in

I wish I was there with you instead of with my family and friends, I can't wait to dream of you the second this party evening ends

THE KINKY POET 

The Swans feather

The cell door is opened, the rooms suddenly flooded with bright light, your put into a set of handcuffs, the master wants to play this night

Your led to a playroom your hung from from the highest beam, two young girls with sponges, wash your body clean

They put you in a black and red lace basque, small panties, stockings and high heels, you love the underwear on your skin, you like the way it feels

They nod and do a curtesy, they treat you like a Queen, to be chosen is a honour, to be the one picked is such a dream

You hang there for a short while, you hear someone coming through the door, you know it is the master, you've heard his steps before

You point your eyes to the floor, though hung up you stand with grace, you've been with him so many times but you rarely see his face

His hands run down the side of your face, they are calloused and real rough but still he has a tenderness and you can't get enough

After searching every curve, he unwraps you like a prize, he stares at you naked and you almost swear he sighs

You feel the touch of a large feather as it dances across your skin, the top of the quill is quite sharpe as it starts the night of sin

You get a glimpse of it, it's the colour of the purest white, it must of come from a Swan, chosen like you for the play tonight

Skipping across your nipples, it then finds its way down to your sacred place, the soft and sensual feeling, brings a smile onto your face

Around your clit, around your bum, he traces up your spine, it's almost like he's painting you, the feelings so devine

With the Swans feather he makes you cum, he then leaves you hanging there, you have served your masters needs, now it's aftercare

The girls come back in you are washed and set free from the beam, you are lead back to your cell, where once asleep you dream

THE KINKY POET 

The ping

Waiting with my phone in hand, I'm waiting for a ping, notification that there's a pic from you and all the joy that pic will bring

A glimpse of your sexy curves, pehaps you're in some lingerie, or even just a selfie, would really make my day

I love to see your nipples or your pussy's lips so Pink, a video of you playing with yourself, I'd love to see you in full kink

Your hands running across your body, claws marking your soft skin, I want you to spread your legs real wide and let me see right in

A picture of your pretty face, a glance into your gorgeous eyes, I dream I own your body and I'm playing between your sexy thighs

Kissing each other our bodies wrapped in a dreams embrace, I can feel your heartbeat as we're laying face to face

Dreams inspired by images, images that get turned into rhyme, I'm waiting for a picture, that will make me feel so fine

THE KINKY POET