THE KINKY POET

The perfect rhyme

Send me pictures of your body, your pussy, tits and ass but send them to me one pic at a time, so I can look at them intently then put them in a rhyme

I want time to study you, I want to to look at them for ages, to inspire my sexy stanzas, which I write down on blank pages

Finding the right words that give the honour that each sexy pictures due, my words must be exact, when I'm describing you

Each line must paint a image, of the thoughts inside my head, matching the pictures that you sent me of you laying on your bed

I want to see all over you, I must map all your gorgeous curves, then find the words to give to them the reverence they deserve

Words like Enchantress or Goddess will definitely spring to mind, but they'll be mixed with naughty one's of the kinky kind

So when you send me pictures, don't rush just take your time, I will study them forever, until I write down the perfect rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

In your mind

Though you are so far away, I make love to you in my mind, we are together sharing kinky sexual fun though it's of a sapiosexual kind

My words weave sexy images, sent to make pictures in your head, stanzas to get you wet, when you're alone and in your bed

Close your eyes and imagine me, running wild across your skin, my tongue encircles your cliterus, before it dives right in

You taste of Peach and honey, I lap hard, I'm hungry for each drop, your pussy rains down on my face, please don't let it stop

Biting on your inner thigh, leaving marks on each place that I've been, it's a kind of kinky ownership left in places that can't be seen

Being a sapiosexual lover, there's no limits to the kinky fun, I can fuck you in rhyme all night long, until the sexual dream is done

So find yourself a quiet spot, put a hand on your magic spot, read my poems and let me in your mind, I'll give you all I've got

THE KINKY POET

Dream messages

A little slice of ecstasy came pinging down my phone, sexy pics and videos, to drive me wild, when I'm on my own

Glimpses of your body, you wrapped in coloured lace, you saying hello Sir with a smile upon your face

Each sexy picture made my heartbeat race and pound, I began imagining what I'd do to you if you ever came around

How would the evening go, would it start off nice and slow, how long before we would both naked and our lust was in full flow

My head in between your thighs, eating from your pretty sacred place, or you on your knees before me, my cock right near your face

Your eyes dipped in reverence as I'm taken slowly deep inside, painted lipstick smudged as in and out I slide

Pounding, grinding, fucking hard, images of all the things I'd do, all springing from a imaginary vids and pictures, sent to me from you

THE KINKY POET 

Monstrous plug

Babe I think your butt holes perfect, it's comfy not to tight, if you want to stretch it out, you of course have got the right

But do you not think you should start off small and stretch it nice and slow, well I know you've googled it and think bigs the way to go

I just don't want you to hurt yourself, you might end up in real pain, yes I've heard the famous quote that says "no pain no gain"

Just take things steady, make sure you do things right, are you sure that size will fit, it looks like it will be tight

Hell no I won't push it in, for this you're on your own, go into the bathroom, I'll be here writing poems on my phone

Just looking at the size of it I'm getting a case of watering eyes, you have the right to do what you want but just think about the size

I like your bum hole as it is, my cock fits in nice snug, now I'm not sure I will touch the sides, once you've stretched it with that monsterous plug

THE KINKY POET 

The war you wanted

Laying on my side tonight, keeping off the claw marks on my skin, I guess they are my spoils of war, earned in our kinky war of sin

Marks around my ankles and my wrists, they're tender and quiet sore, you really made the ropes tight tonight, much tighter than before

I was at your mercy, you had full control of me tonight, why did you release me from my bonds, you knew that I would fight

Fight to regain my dominance, to get you under my control, I wanted to use you for my playground, make you my own fuck doll

So the battle was in full swing, you clawed, kicked, you even tried to bite, all that was futile, I owned you through the night

I love it when you try to struggle, I enjoy our sexual war, but you knew I had out gunned you, as you hit the floor

You were out weighed by me, you had to succumb to superior fire power, then I did anything i wanted, your dominance lasted for a hour

You could have been in control, you could have commanded me all night, if you had left my bonds on and left them done up tight

You must of wanted a war tonight, well you always get your way, but I'll sleep on my side tonight, until the claw marks go away

THE KINKY POET 

Embrace

Bodies wrapped together, your legs entwined with mine, feeling every inch of you, sharing what it feels like in my rhyme

Fingers in a lovers knot, holding on to each other close and tight, we blend into a mass of passion, that will last us through the night

Our bodies like puzzle pieces, we make a perfect fit, my shaft hard and hungry, buried deep inside your slit

Moving with perfect synchronicity, like a tide rushing to a shore, ecstasy and orgasms, we both couldn't ask for more

You wrap your legs around me, I'm held in your sexual vice, kissing you and looking in your eyes, to me is so very nice

Your juices soak my body, my creamy seed explodes inside your flower running slowly down your thigh, as I empty my sex in you, we both let out a sigh

Though the love making is over, we stay in our loves embrace, kissing each other gently, whilst we're laying face to face

THE KINKY POET 

Underneath my tree

I'll tie you up in red silk ribbons and place you beneath my tree, you are a special kinky gift, a gorgeous Christmas gift to me

Watching you laying there waiting for me to unwrap you and start to play but you must just wait one more night, it's nearly Christmas day

I make sure you are comfortable, you look so cute beneath the trees twinkling lights, I can't wait to open you, there will be no more lonely nights

Forever you will be my girl, a Goddess to call my own, it doesn't seem that long since, we met on a app upon my phone

You told me of your desires, your need to be a sexual slave, a desire to be owned and used, to do all a man could crave

We met a few times, we were obviously a perfect fit, you told me of your Christmas scenario, I said we could do it

Now you're the perfect present wrapped in Red silk ribbon just for me, I glance up from writing this poem, to see you underneath my tree

THE KINKY POET 

Lonely Christmas dream

Yes it is that time of year, when if you're good you'll get a special present, Santa already knows what I'm hoping for, it's wet and tastes so pleasant

Just thinking about this gift instantly brings a smile onto my face, I'd love to unwrap it slowly, especially if it was wrapped in soft Red lace

It would my very favourite thing, I adore the sweetness of it's wine, I try to lap up every drop, to make sure it's all mine

I'd love to stroke the outside before I slide my fingers in, i bet the feeling's like no other, to rush it would be a mortal sin

I'd place this gift across my mouth, your juices woukd be running wild, god the idea excites me, I'm as giddy as a child

Like the child at Christmas who's had all their wishes and dreams come true, I would feel  the same way, if I woke up next to you

To find you wrapped in soft Red lace, would simply be the only gift I'd need, Is wanting the same gift every day a sin of wanton greed

If it is I'm sorry but I can't help the way you make me feel, oh it's so sad at Christmas when you know this Christmas dream ain't real

THE KINKY POET 

Christmas list

Christmas is coming I wonder what gift will you be, what kinky outfit will you be in beneath my Christmas tree

Will it be a naughty elf, or one of Santa's dirty sluts, wearing a short red dress, with white fur on the neck and cuffs

Maybe you'll be an Angel but you're a Devil in disguise, I want you to spread your legs on Christmas eve and get in between your thighs

Maybe just wrapped in a big red bow, like a kinky favourite toy, to play with as I see fit, I'd be such a happy boy

You might be just there naked, covered in some twinkling lights, to bring me some sexy warmth on those cold and dreary winters nights

I don't care how you're wrapped or which Christmas themed outfit you might wear, it will make my Christmas to simply find you there

For you are the gift I want most of all, for you I've always wished, you are the first thing I put down, on my Christmas list

THE KINKY POET 

A sexual rage

Prowling back and forth, I watch you with a hunger but I'm locked in my cafe, peering through my captive bars, I'm full of a sexual rage

You move around my cage only stopping to give me a quick flash, I reach through the bars, desperately I try to claw and slash

Glimpses of your body, bare skin or draped in soft Red lace, if I was out there I'd devour you, not a inch would go to waste

You put on my favourite outfit, you love to dance and tease, soon I'm on my hands and knees, begging for release but you ignore my plea's

I watch you touch yourself, how I wish your hands were mine, touching all my favourite places, your body looks so hot, you truly are devine

You pull up your little dress, your fingers stroke the damp red lace, you slowly part your moistened pussy, your eyes are fixed right on my face

You play with your sacred place, only stopping to take a taste, I can't take my eyes off you, a single blink would be a waste

I'm forbidden to ever touch myself, no self gratification whilst I'm in my cage, so I'm left horny and frustrated, I'm so full of a sexual rage

THE KINKY POET