THE KINKY POET

First impressions count

I was sitting in my wheelchair has you stepped lightly off the train, you looked so curvy and devine, naughty thoughts ran through my brain

I wanted you to see passed the chair, to show you I wasn't weak, I grabbed you by the hair, even before you got to speak

Hair wrapped tightly in my fist. I pull you down to me with pace, you're shocked by the show of dominance, I could see it on your face

The time you took to paint your sexy lips, obviously was a waste, the Red smudged with ease, I was so hungry for a taste

With I tight grip of your hair plainly I was the one in full control, forceful and sexual, I used you like a doll

Our tongues were soon in battle both pitted in a erotic war, I kept on pushing harder, a kiss like you've never had before

I hoped I didn't frighten you, I wanted to show power in a small amount, to prove I was worth the train ride and i knew first impressions count

THE KINKY POET 

Red letters

You slowly spread your legs, you tell me look for my surprise, my eyes scan up until I see my name upon your thighs

Written on your sexy body, are red letters on your skin this night, it filled me with pride to see such a awesome erotic write

Though no one else would see it, both you and I would know, it would last until the  shower, then my name would go

Seeing my name disappear would cause a twang of pain but as soon as you were dried, you'd put it back there once again

It's nice to know you carry my name, especially when we're apart, it's lovely to be on your flesh, in your soul and heart

I love to see it when I'm between your thighs lapping at your sacred Rose, i always sneak a glance at it and my desire just grows and grows

It brings us closer together, our relationship will never be the same, everything is more intense now you wear my name

THE KINKY POET 

A good hard spanking

I love the little wobble on your ass as my hand lands on your skin, I love the sound the spank makes, it always makes me grin

I love to pull you across my chair, I throw your ripped red lace panties on the floor, I can see your ass with them on but I still wanted more

Each time I bring my hand down, you release a little sigh, even though I can't feel it, I watch you grasp my thigh

You whisper to me harder, I start to pick up the force and speed, I can see bruises forming where my hand has done their deed

Your breathing is getting harder, spankings guaranteed to make you cum, I take off my leather belt and hit you hard across the bum

Soon welts were growing, juice begins running down your leg, you are close to cumming, you start to scream and beg

You beg me not to stop, you love the spanking pain, you shudder and squirt on my floor, there ends our spanking game

THE KINKY POET 

Powerful hands

You feel his rough strong hand on the back of your neck, controlling how you move, his hands skin are in stark contrast to your skin that's soft and smooth

He leads you to the shower, Red lace falls to the floor, he then strips naked, with a hunger you've seen before

Together in the shower hot water running down both your skins, he makes soap bubbles in his hands, the washing now begins

Rough callous hands running over you, he washes every inch, pausing at your nipples, he gives them a naughty pinch

Pain runs through your body, you may be already wet, but you feel yourself moisten, but he's not finished yet

Pinned up against the wall, he whispers "Spread them wide" you obey his masterful, command, he slides his shaft inside

Pounding you hard and fast. You cry out and beg for more, he turns you around and fucks you deep, he tells you that you're his whore

Nasty talk drives you wild, you push back at  every thrust, though he has you by the back of your neck, in this moment you have trust

Trust that he will guide you, take you to orgasms edge, bring you to the edge of ecstasy then push you off the ledge

You give yourself completely, in the shower you both move as one, lost in passions fantasy, until you both have cum

You turn and face him, he cleans the sex right off your skin, he kisses you so tenderly, it's  now the aftercare can begin

He dries you with a fluffy towel, he gently brushes your tangled hair, he tucks you into bed, you sleep without a care

You awake to find yourself in his arms, he's held you through the night, you sigh with contentment, everything just feels so right

THE KINKY POET 

Lack of self control

You've been a naughty girl again, a good spankings what you need, I caught you touching yourself again and that's a forbidden deed

Good you've got no panties on, come lay across my lap, I can easily get to your ass, I give you the first punishment slap

I love to feel your soft flesh, as my hand nestles on your skin, I love the sound it makes, the noise of kinky sin

Each time my hand lands, your pussy gets so very wet, it makes you moan and sigh, the harder I spank you, the wetter you soak my thigh

I slide my hands between your buttocks, I push my fingers hard into your damp, you have the tightest pussy muscles, you really make them clamp

I push through your tightness, I forcefully finger fuck your slit, my thumb rubs you really hard, dancing circles on your clit

This was supposed to be a punishment, its turned into to kinky fun, I wish i had more self control, when slapping your gorgeous bum

THE KINKY POET 

Fairytale ending

Oh you want a fairytale ending, the sort that makes you really smile, with tears of joy and happiness, even if it's only for a while

Your pussy is throbbing keeping a perfect rhythm with your heart, you slide your hand down your lace red panties, you push your lips apart

The blood rushes between your legs, it engorged your throbbing clit, making you more sensitive, deep inside your moistened slit

One hand on your pussy, you rub yourself just like it's a Aladin's lamp, but instead of Three wishes from a Genie, you got really nice and damp

Fingers pushed in harder, with knuckles deep you start your magic carpet ride, you rise and fall onto your fist, there's four of them inside

Moaning and sighing your fairytale ending is well on the way, you rub your pussy hard and fast, you love this type of naughty play

Juices flow out onto your sheets, you shudder as you cum, shattered you lay back, your fairytale ending now is done

THE KINKY POET 

Kitten or a Tiger

I hear a little tinkle everytime you move around the room, I love to hear your collars bell, it makes my heart go boom

Wearing your gold collar, dressed in the softest lace, fills my heart full of pride and puts a smile across my face

I watch you move around the room, whilst doing a set task, I imagine you with a fluffy tail and a Cat like mask

You move like a stalking Kitten, you prowl around the house, looking like you're on the hunt and I'm the little mouse

You've got your claws sharpened, they're painted red to match your lips, you watch over your coffee cup as you take small sips

I wonder if you're gonna pounce, am I to be your prey, will you take me unawares and devour me today

Today are you a Tiger or a soft and playful submissive kitten, I will just have to wait and see but either way, with you I'm smitten

So when I hear your bell tinkle, will it be a Kittens purr or Tigers roar, to me it makes no difference, I'll just want you more

THE KINKY POET 

HER

Laying quietly in my bed I can't wait to find her in my dream, to feel HER laying next to me, now that would be supreme

Feeling HER within my arms, were laying face to face, being within kissing distance is my favourite place

Thinking of HER smiling, when she reads the stuff I write, makes me feel real happy and  inspires dreams at night

My poems are inspired by the dreams I have in my sleep, I try to do HER justice, as my feelings for her seep

A out pouring of emotions some sexual, some just tender loving care, I love both types of dreams, I just need HER there

To feel HER sexy curves, I want to hold her throughout the night, to wrap myself around her, hold on to her real tight

I can only hope and dream, that she'll vist me on this night, so then I can spend sometime with HER, that will inspire my next write

THE KINKY POET 

Submissive Kitten

I love to hear the gentle ringing of the bell on the collar that you wear, it's a reminder you're my submissive and you are always there

Even when you're tied down tight, it tinkles, when you defiantly shake and fight, I love to see your desperate need and see the passions you ignite

When I'm between your legs, lapping at your moistened slit, each time you rise and fall, your collar rings a little bit

When I am high above you, I often flick your collars bell, I just love the little sound, it ignites in you a fire, that gets hotter when your bound

It seems the tighter I make your bonds, the more defiantly you fight, I see your moods in your eyes, they change throughout the night

From pure defiance then hunger, to a loving want and sexual need, you go through all these different stages, until you take my seed

You look cute in red lace but in your collar and bell I'm smitten, I adore you and desire you, my gorgeous submissive Kitten

THE KINKY POET 

Constant thoughts

I'm having naughty thoughts again, full of desires mixed with sin, my mind goes off to touching you, my hands dancing on your skin

Cupping your gorgeous curves, kissing your sacred Rose, I adore every inch of you, my hungry need for you, simply grows and grows

I imagine you in matching lingerie, Purple, Red and Green, we sometimes start with hugging, a very loving tender scene

But sometimes I get all kinky, my thoughts wander to sex and pain, I have you tied up, using kinky toys and I get to use you once again

In my thoughts we've done many things, I've taken you in every hole, in my dreams you are my submissive, you gave me your heart and soul

You send me pictures every day, I set this as a daily task, now you send them to me now automatically, I never need to ask

I have so many thoughts of you, no matter whether it's night or day, I imagine that you come to me, you always want to play

THE KINKY POET