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 

The dream weaver

Let me into your late night dreams, there's nothing I won't do, whisper to me your fantasies, I'll make them all come true

All your sordid wishes, the desires of which you'd never tell, I'm your kinky dream weaver, I can cast you any spell

In the dark it's just you and me, no one else will know what happens here, let out your darkest sexual secrets, you have no need for fear

I can bring you anything, I have the dream weavers touch, I'm the Sandman of kinky, no naughty fantasies to much

Pick a time, pick a place and outfit, I promise you won't go to hell, let loose your inner freak and I promise not to tell

Sex toys, pain and bondage, two men or girl on girl, just tell me your inner secrets, let's give your kinks a whirl

I can't help if you don't tell, let me help you soak your sheets and bed, just whisper to me your dream weaver, I'm here inside your head

THE KINKY POET 

A revamped and changed piece

I am a broken poet

If I was really capable I'd just nail you too the wall, give you my entire body, I'd share with you my all

But I'm a broken poet, who can only seduce with a rhyme, so I choose my words carefully, I want to make you mine

Lines full of tenderness some with a subtle hint of lust, cheeky snippets of desire, to make you smile's a must

Touching you with stanzas, doing the things my broken body cannot do, making love to you with my mind, though my passions strong and true

Words of seduction describing all my feelings of desire, hoping to ignite in you a deep wild hunger and a lustful fire

Whispers across the void, I pour pure honey in your ear, secrets and fantasies designed to bring you near

All these things I send to you, whilst I'm here on my own, come from deep inside my heart, then written on my phone

So though I can't touch your body, I'm broken and we're worlds apart, don't doubt the things I write, they came straight from my heart

THE KINKY POET 

Escalation

In my dreams we often snuggle, to hold you is such bliss but things can escalate real quickly, the moment that we kiss

When your lips are pressed on mine, it ignites a burning fire, my heart then begins to race, I'm soon full of a wild desire

I become ravenous for your body, I ache with the need to touch, my hands move over you, your curves really are too much

Every inch that I map sends little sparks right through my skin, my thoughts which started off quite pure are now ravaged by wild sin

I want to tie you down, use your body, own you totally, i want your mind and soul, gone are thoughts of just holding you, now having you is my goal

Like a beast I want to be fed, I'll bite you and I'll claw, once I've taken all you've got to give, I'll still be wanting more

This has come from one tender moment, escalated from a single kiss, I hope in my dream tonight, we snuggle then we kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Fantasy write, from a crazy dream I had

Collar and a chain

My phone pings it's delicious pictures of you, sent to blow my brain, you're wearing just a sexy smile, a collar and a chain

I can see every inch of you, from your head down to ýour toes, every single gorgeous curve, your pretty little nose

I'm mesmerized by your eyes, I adore your kinky grin, it's a mixture of innocence, with a hefty hint of sin

God it makes me want you but I know you're dreams away, now I can't help myself, I think of you all day

I imagine I held the chain, I could lead you to my bed, where you'd spend the night with me for real and not just in my head

I'd suck upon your nipples, put my owners mark upon your skin, take you every way possible, a magical night of sin

All this from some photograph's sent down to my phone, they bring so much pleasure, when I'm on my own

So thank you for my pictures, they're such a special gift, you really made my evening, you gave me such a lift

THE KINKY POET 

Lust in a lift

We're standing in the office lift, you look so sexy in that skirt, you drop a file and bend over to retrieve it, you're dirty little flirt

Your ass is slightly showing, your stockings are in view, desire takes a hold of me, I know what i must do

I hit the emergency stop, I pull you close to me, I turn away the lifts camera so security couldn't see

We start kissing deeply, my tongue searches out your mouth, I move my hands across your tits, before they slide down south

You spread your legs so willingly, past your lace panties my fingers creep, I thrust them deeply inside you, I feel your pussy seep

I turn you around to face the lift door, I slide my cock inside, holding tight onto your hips, I begin to pound and ride

I see your reflection in the lift door it's made of shiny chrome, I see the pleasure in your face, you push back and start to moan

Soon you are cumming, moments later you're full of seed, we reorganise our messed up clothing, trying to cover up the deed

You kiss me and press the button, the lift stops at your floor, you give me one last flash, then it's off to work once more

THE KINKY POET 

Raging fire

Desires wash over me when you come into my mind, I start to have sexy thoughts of the most naughty kinky kind

Bondage, sex toys I've even imagined you locked up in a cage, there awaiting my pleasure, to release my sexual rage

Hanging you off a high beam, a leather flogger crashes against your skin, dildos of different sizes, buried deep within

Smudging your painted lipstick, staring intently at your face, running my hands wildly across your curves, feeling outfits of red lace

Nipple clamps, butt plugs, you're my sex toy for the night, strapping you to a bench, with bonds done up real tight

Biting at your tender flesh, little bruises forming as I go, I place them discreetly on you, so only you know

Filling every single hole you are my sexual playground, you I own, I take some sexy photographs and keep them on my phone

I never know when you'll spring to mind, when I'll be awash with wild desire, I love to feel this need for you, it's like a raging fire

THE KINKY POET 

Lost my mum 17 years ago and I wrote this in her memory

17 years of tears

Seventeen long years ago, the Angel's got their way, i couldn't stop them taking you, no matter how hard I seemed to pray

Why did they take you, there was so much still to share, now I have a whole in my heart and a pain so hard to bare

Surely they didn't need you, as much as i did down here, there's still moments when I cry for you, my tears still sting and sear

There were plenty others the Angel's could have had, but they chose the best I guess, though it made me sad

You taught me so many things, you taught me right from wrong, but mum you never taught me, what to do once you were gone

How to cope without you, to deal with this pain inside my heart, to find the strength to carry on, now we are apart

For Seventeen years ive struggled, I think about you every day, I still hate those Angel's, who stole my mum away

But when you up in heaven, watching me from up above, I hope you see this poem, I hope you feel my love

 
Ron