THE KINKY POET

The time of Halloween

Oh I love Halloween, you can't beat some trick or treat, it's a time for scary dress up, it's a time that can't be beat

Pumpkins with evil faces, shining candy apples by the score, a feast of childish fun filled delights, who could ask for more

Spooky ghosts and ghoulies, Vampires and the Wolfman hiding in the dark, stories told by adults. Your fear they're made to spark

You hide under the covers, first check there's nothing under your bed, is there something in your wardrobe or is it in your head

Scary evil nasty clowns, watching you whilst you sleep, you hear creaking floorboards, as around your room they creep

All your hair stand on end, you get goosebumps on your skin, the air feels much colder, the nightmares now begin

You lay there starring into the dark, you feel like you could scream, it's fun and also frightening, the time of Halloween

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Devil woman

Oh it's nearly Halloween, I wonder what my dream girl will wear, I'm hoping for a sexy Devil, in hold ups, a sexy dress with9 red lace underwear

With cute horns and a trident. With of course a sexy tail, I'm hoping if I wish hard enough, this dream it will not fail

I don't mind if the dress is short or long but I hope I see her thighs, with her sexy makeup, looking all seductive in my eyes

I wonder if she'll dance for me, like she was all aflame, moving like fire, she will hypnotise me once again

Her Cape moving with each twist. I glance her stocking top, she smiles and runs her hands up her thighs, I beg her not to stop

Her fingers slide behind red lace I watch her lick her sexy juice, she's is so tantalising, her inner demon's on the loose

Please take me Devil woman, don't make me beg or scream, give me the dream I want, after all it's Halloween

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1-2 Freddy's coming for you
3-4 You better lock your door
5-6 Grab your crucifix
7-8 Better stay up late
9-10 Freddy's back again

Sexual nightmare

In your darkest sexual nightmares Freddy's come to play, you may try your best to run but you'll never get away

With his Fedora hat and with his knife filled glove he'll cut off those panties made of Red lace, he knows you're turned on and terrified, it's showing on your face

You run away but you want him it's a fantasy born from sin, though his knives frighten you, you want him on your skin

He'll wrap you in his stripy arms, his grip will be so tight, you are now his victim, he owns your dreams tonight

Tearing at your body, his tongue rubs against your skin, a burnt hand goes between your thighs, Freddy's now within

Ecstasy and fear is a heady mix, you feel your orgasm come, his charred lips pressed on yours, until your orgasms done

Is this a sexual nightmare, you've cum and Freddy's made you scream, are you having a nightmare on Elm street, or just a sexual dream

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Many roles

I took her roughly by the wrist, i swung her to the floor, I was gonna have my way, I'm gonna use this kinky whore

Tearing all her work clothes off, she put up quite a fight, sadly it was futile, this bitch was mine tonight

Off came her lingerie, she was mine to have my way, I was gonna rock her world, until the break of day

I forced her gorgeous legs open wide, I was so keen to eat, the closer my mouth got to her, i could feel her pussy's heat

I forced my head between her legs, I left bite marks on her thighs, as my tongue went into her, she let out some sexual sighs

Her juices began to flow, I tried to make sure I lapped up every drop, everytime I drew breath, she begged me please don't stop

Taking her to orgasms edge, I wouldn't let my plaything cum, I drove her to craziness by fingering her bum

Then I forced her on all fours, I then pounded her doggy style, everytime she began to cum, I'd slow down for a while

But soon I was nearly done, her tight pussy drew out my seed, I pounded her with all my might, until I fulfilled my need

Once I had my way with her my kinky whore once again became a Queen, a lover of so many roles, the girl who owns my dream

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Only girl I need

I want to run my tongue all over you, I'm gonna bite and leave my mark, small bruises as reminders, if the kinkyness you spark

Tongue dancing circles on your nipples, they stand for me to suck, pulling at them with my teeth, the prelude to our fuck

Starting at your ankles, I kiss up along your inner thighs, finding your awaiting wetness, to me that's no surprise

I know the things that get you wet, my tongue always finds the spot, I lap you and flick and probe you, I give you all I got

Your hands placed on my head, you raise yourself so that you're easier to eat, your pussy tastes delicious, your juice is such a treat

I love to feel your juice run past my tongue, I adore each and every drip, you are the perfect vintage, you're a delight for me to sip

Once I've made you orgasm, I move up so we can fuck, your pussy fits me like a glove, I can't believe my luck

You roll me on my back, you ride me hard to get my seed, you are the perfect night of passion, you're the only girl I need

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The gathering

The Vampire swoops from way up high, the Wolfman is howling at the moon, the monsters are gathering, it's Halloween quite soon

The Mummy walks so slowly, bandages dragged along behind, Witches are brewing poisons of the most evil kind

Frankensten's monster waits for lightening so he can come alive, then he'll go on a rampage, will anyone survive

You will need your Crucifix, Silver bullets and a wooden stake, Garlic and a bible might help and that is no mistake

Hide in doors climb into bed, shut your eyes real tight, say your prayers once again and you might survive the night

Keep your children safe and sound, don't let them out to play, they may be found by a monster, who'll have them as their prey

Halloween is coming, a night, when monsters can't be beat, when you hear something knocking on your door, you must decide is it a trick or treat

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Green eyed coffee Queen

I rolled into the Coffee shop a beautiful lady held the door, I thanked her politely, she asked had I been here before

She told me to find a spot, she would get in the cue, I told her what I wanted then did as I was told to do

In a while she was beside me our coffee's steaming hot, I gave her the cost of both coffee's, because before that I'd forget

Then in one single glance it happened I then just realised, she was so very beautiful with amazing Green coloured eyes

I stuttered mid sentence, I felt my face warming going Red, i felt so embarrassed I just simply dipped my head

She gave a little chuckle, she knew I was flustered, mesmerized, then she did something that left me so surprised

She raised my face and smiled at me, she had beautiful red painted lips, we were again eye to eye, I took some coffee sips

We met every morning, together we shared coffee and a chat, to her I guess it was just coffee but to me it was more than that

She was the brightest part of my day, she shone just like the Sun, then one day she wasn't there, my morning smile was done

I still have coffee in that shop, but i quietly hope and pray, that my beautiful Green eyed coffee Queen, will come back in the shop one day

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Halloween

Come into.the graveyard it's so much.fun on Halloween, it's when Ghouls, Ghosts and monsters can often be found and seen

Let's sit up on this tomb, I'll protect you through the night, come on it will be fun, we might even get a fright

Give me a little kiss, it's midnight and still we've had no luck, this might sound kind of kinky but I think that we should fuck

I know you're in your fancy dress, but I'm hungry for some fun, I'm sure I can lift your skirt, high enough to get love making done

Layers of underskirt between me and your sacred place, I feel like a explorer, searching for the land of soft Red Lace

Bite marks on your inner thighs shows a trail of where I've been, but now I'm at the promise landand the pussy has been seen

You looked so sexy as a dancing girl but your basque is tied up tight, I might be at your pussy but they'll be no tits tonight

Eating out your sacred place, with a million underskirts on my head, this wasn't my best plan, I should have took you home to bed

But I've never fucked in a graveyard, surrounded by so much stone, I fight my way pass your dress, I slip inside my bone

Fucking in a graveyard I wondered if the ghosts could see, you were so terrified but you did it just for me

After we had finished we sat hugging and kissing in the dark, then we heard a deep growl our fears began to spark

You said you saw a shadow over by the big gravestone, we both had a feeling we were no longer, on our own

Then we heard a rumbling it sounded like a deep low growl, it soon got much louder, it changed into a howl

We could hear a pounding, something running on four feet, we made a run for it, no time for trick or treat

The next day we talked about what happened and how weird the night had been, then we made a promise to stay in on Halloween

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Images on my phone

Oh I love the notification sound, I'm smiling at the tone, I'm hoping for some sexy pictures to look at, when I'm on my own

Pictures of you in a sexy outfit, it's my favourite soft Red lace, it clings to your sexy curves. It enhances you, along the curves I'd love to trace

I'd love to see you naked from your head down to your toes, to see your gorgeous tits and to get a glimpse at your pretty Rose

To see her petals glistening, like it's covered in a early morning dew, oh how I'd love to take my own kinky, sexy pics of you

I'd have you stand in poses, wearing outfits that turn me on, ì would keep them locked away, safe where they belong

Maybe some action shots of you playing with your favourite toy, or one of you covering up yourself being demure and acting coy

Then when it was late at night, I'd never truly be alone, I'd have my dream girl with me, in images on my phone

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Tongue and feather

Deprived of sight, deprived of sound, silk binds you to a leather bench, you know you're in the dungeon by the damp and musky stench

With anxiety building in you fast, you love this kind of play, sensory deprivation is the order of the day

You're startled by the first touch, it's ice upon your lips, you make a arch with your back as down your body the ice cube slips

You now smell the strawberry even before it touches you, the taste it is so sweet, it's been dipped in chocolate, a delicious sexy treat

You feel kissing on your inner thigh, then his teeth nip your skin, you start to get wetter, has pain gets mixed with sin

Then you feel a gentle touch, it glides across your throbbing slit, has the softest feather like brush, sweeps across your clit

A feather runs all over you, your nipples stand tall they're so erect, across your face, along your neck, it really takes effect

The feather tickles and tantalises, whilst his tongue starts to make you cum, you are hungry for him, you try to raise your bum

Orgasms seem more intense, when other senses are blocked out, you shudder to a climax, your masters name you start to shout

A evening of deprivation, which started off with silk and leather, gave you such a orgasm, sparked off by my tongue and feather

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