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 

Love and aftercare

The night of sin is over, there's sex stains on our sheets, we are laying facing each other, I love our eyes when they slowly meet

I kiss you on your forehead, I gently stroke your hair, I wrap you up in my arms, it's now time for aftercare

You lay there in my arms head resting on my beating chest, you hear ny heartbeat repeat your name, the closeness is the best

Then I lead you to the shower, it's time to wash you clean, to show you I adore you and exactly how much to me you mean

Warm water cascades down your sexy curves, with a sponge I trace them curves, god you are so beautiful, you're more than I deserve

Once we are both cleaned I dry your body, I put lotion on your skin, I gently kiss the battle scars, caused by our night of sin

I lay you on a nice clean bed, you kiss me and close your eyes, I can see you're contented, I can hear it in your sighs

You drift off to sleep happily, you know that I'm always there, not just for the fun and games but for love and aftercare

THE KINKY POET

For real

I wish I could reach out and touch you across the cosmic plain and I'd wake up from a sexual dream and you would still remain

I'd find you next to me, snuggled up comfy in my bed, instead of existing in stanzas, in poems from my head

When I touch your body, I would feel your sexual heat, I'd feel you wrapped around me, my life would be complete

I'd take you to dinner, show the world we are as one, I'd  hold you tight within my arms, until we'd greet the morning Sun

My kisses would rain down on you, falling gently on your skin, I'd slowly part your gorgeous thighs, searching for the wetness held within

I'd run my lips across your petals, slide my tongue into your slit, make deep penetrative circles, around your swollen clit

We would make love throughout the night but this time it would be real, instead of dreams and poems, I'd find out how you feel

THE KINKY POET 

Pet play

I like to sit at your feet, I like to be petted whilst I lay, I want to be your pussy cat, you can watch me play

I like to lick and clean myself, do you like my fluffy tail, if you tickle my bare tummy, I promise you won't fail

I'd roll over for you, I'd get on all fours and raise my bum, you can take me from behind, please make this pussy cum

Grind yourself into me, a pounding would make this pussy purr, hold on to my ears, feel their soft and fluffy fur

Put on my pretty pet collar, you can tinkle its little silver bell, the sound makes me feel desired, my cliterus swells as well

My hunger for a fuss is very obvious, come pat me on the head, I will rub up against your leg, until we go to bed

Treat me like your sweetest pet, give me love and lots of fuss, you'll never need another pet, as forever you'll have us

THE KINKY POET 

Belong to me

My sexual desires are burning brightly, I want you for the night, I need to have complete control, that's why you're tied down tight

I will do as I please, I've brought all your favourite toys to play, you will have a real good time when I have my way

Nipple clamps on nice and tight, heat then ice upon your skin, you will be my playground, on this kinky night of sin

Pictures will be taken, close ups of your shinning slit, the lens will get in close, when I snap pictures of your clit

Toys that vibrate fast, cold chrome butt plugs for your bum, in return I get your delicious juice, everytime you cum

Sipping from your soaking pussy, your juices taste devine, making sure not to miss a drop, all the gorgeous juice is mine

I'm ravenous for your body, I'm full of a kinky sexual rage, I feel like a carnal beast, whose been locked up in a cage

But now the cage is open wide, my hunger and desires running free, tonight I will be your master, tonight you'll belong to me

THE KINKY POET