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 

Let me be your gardener

Can I play in your precious garden, I want to see your Rose, I want to get close enough to waft her perfume up my nose

As I pull aside your Red lace gate, she's there in front of me, she looks so fine and delicate, she looks like the perfect Rose to me

Petals folded so nicely, glistening by the candle light, my face now is so very close, her buds come into sight

I gently spread her petals, I dip my tongue in for a sip, she tastes like pure honey, my tongue makes her petals drip

Slowly making circles, my tongue does a erotic dance, driving you wild and crazy, putting you in some erotic trance

Feeding from your garden, is more delightful than I could wish, your juices would run so freely, you are my pussy bliss

Please let me be your gardener, let me pay my homage to your Rose, I want to be your gardener, so please take off your clothes

THE KINKY POET 

Shouting from the rooftops

Baby being with you is a gift from heaven, you make me feel so proud, I want to go to the highest rooftop and tell the world out loud

With you beside me I feel there's nothing I can't do, you give me myself belief and it's all because of you

Simply when I'm with you, though paralyzed I feel I'm still a man, you make me feel I'm whole again, like no other person can

When I touch your body and we share a tender kiss, my life seems so full again, my heart is filled with bliss

When you walk beside me, I watch people in the street, I wonder what they're thinking, this feeling can't be beat

You bring my life so much joy, I want to tell the world and scream but sadly when I wake up, this life is but a dream

THE KINKY POET 

The real you

Come on fuck me harder, do your best to leave me for dead, claw me, bite me, beat me, it's time that you've been fed

You always hold back a part of you, some part you keep inside, tonight open up your beasts cage and throw the door open wide

It's time to let yourself go wild, be the sexual beast i know you are, do anything you want to do to me, for tonight you can't go to far

Tonight there is no boundaries, I want you to be the real you, show me who hides deep .inside, to yourself you must be true

Slip the chains of moral control, tie my bonds real tight, I'm here for your pleasure, I'm at your mercy here this night

I want to fuck the real you, just let yourself for once be free, I know you keep yourself under control but I beg show yourself to me

I want to spend one night with the real you, where there's nothing left to hide, I need to be with the real you, or at least to know I've tried

THE KINKY POET 

Laying in the dark

It's late in the dead of night, you are laying in your bed reading on your phone, then you get the strangest feeling like you are not alone

You put your phones light on, you scan it around the room, then you hear a crashing noise, like a falling broom

The sound was unexpected, it makes your heartbeat race, you feel the fear rising, is someone in your place

You switch the bedside lamp on, you're straining with your ears, the possibility of a intruder, has awakened child like fears

Fears of the Boogeyman, the monster who hides beneath your bed, all the late night horror films are now playing in your head

Now comes the big question, do you go outside your room to look, you know that's how they die in horror films, it's written in every murder book

When you were little your brave dad was always there, to chase away your nightmares, to protect you with his love and care

But now you live in a flat, you're grown up and all alone, it's only 3 am, far to early to try and reach him on the phone.

You tell yourself to get a grip girl, to go out and take a peep, if you don't you'll never rest, you'll never get to go to sleep

It's just because you're on your own, because your laying in the dark, it was only a silly noise but your fears it seemed to spark

THE KINKY POET 

Right here, right now

Ripping off your office attire, I just can't wait no more, you have a shocked look on your face as buttons are strewn across the floor

I've tried to patient but now I've been taken over by my need, I've got to have my way with you, I've got a hungry greed

Desires are burning bright, you are the one I want to own, I want some sexy pictures, to keep hidden on my phone

You look so hot in your undies, I'm sure you can see the smile across my face, you look, so fucking sexy, I love you wearing soft Red Lace

As I peel your panties off I see your gorgeous pussy shine, I love to see you glistening, I can't wait to make you mine

My fingers slide in your wetness, I slowly suck them to get a taste, I make sure not to lose any, your juice I must not waste

So I'll replace your clothes my dear, but I couldn't hold back the sexual beast, come and lay on our bed, I'm desperate now to feast

THE KINKY POET 

Blow job Queen

Take me deep inside your throat, I want to hear you choke, I'm gonna use your mouth real hard, I swear this is no joke

I'm gonna push my cock in hard until my balls are on your chin, my helmet will hit your tonsils, then the gagging will begin

Slide it in then pull it out, close your lips around me tight, my hands are buried in your hair, your mouth is mine tonight

I feel your throat tightening, as my shaft goes way down deep, my pre cum dribbles on your chin, our juices start to seep

I start thrusting faster, it signals you to start a harder, deeper suck, apart from your delicious pussy, your mouth is the greatest fuck

My bollocks cupped by your hands, I'm getting closer to the edge, a few more deep thrusts and I'll be going off the ledge

Yes I'm almost there, my breathing quickens and my heart picks up its pace, I pull your hair harder as I finish on your face

You wipe your face clean of my cum, I shot some in your hair, we're going to the shower so I know that you won't care

You give the greatest blow job, you have such a awesome suck, I'm so glad your mouth is mine, I can't believe my luck

Emptied of my seed, I look down at my blow job Queen, you truly are a expert, probably the best there's ever been

THE KINKY POET 

Live in submissive

I pass through the wrought iron gates and follow the drive up to your door, I've come for a interview to be your live in whore

The job tittle was live in submissive but that means many things, I wait outside anxiously as the door chime slowly rings

I'm shown into the drawing room, a lady tells me I must wait, I look around at all the opulence, thinking this looks really great

Finally she steps in she's stunning the lady of the house, I become all submissive my eyes go down and I'm has quiet as a mouse

She asks a few probing questions, then asks will I do all that she might crave, I tell her I can cook, clean, I'd be her butler and of course be her body slave

She asked do I have any limits, how am I at the art of begging, I told her I would ask nicely, I would plead and beg but I draw the line at pegging

She slipped out of her little dress, in red lace underwear she made my big dick throb, I dropped my trousers also and I knew I'd got the job

THE KINKY POET