THE KINKY POET

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

THE KINKY POET 

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

THE KINKY POET 

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

THE KINKY POET 

Black leather trimmed with lace

Oh my you have the handcuffs out, you're wearing Black leather trimmed with lace, your eyes are full of desire, I can see the hunger on your face

I put out my wrists eagerly, I can't wait for the fun to start, I love it when you take control, you own my soul and heart

The cold rolled steel on my flesh, runs shivers down my spine, you lead me to the playroom, the tension is sublime

You push open the playroom door, the room just oozes kinky sin, you cuff me to a ceiling hook, you start to run a hand across my skin

You move down to my buttocks, I feel the plays first stings, my mind fills with pleasure, you then stroke the hard on that it brings

You move around go on your knees, you take my shaft past painted lips, I throw my head back in ecstasy as your head just bobs and dips

I get spanked with a paddle, your favourite flogger marks my skin, there will be bruised reminders, from this night of sin

Once you've owned me totally, you uncuff me and lead me to our bed, now we are in my domain, I take charge instead

I love the feel of leather, it's so sexy trimmed with lace, but soon it is on the floor, now I control the pace

I spread your legs and eat you, I make sure you know you are mine, we both cum hard and fast you take my seed, this night was so devine

THE KINKY POET 

Wandering mind

My thoughts start to wander you just pop into my brain, it fills my heart with sunshine and I'm smiling once again

It can happen to me at anytime, whether I'm at work or play, a wave of warm happiness, no matter night or day

Anything will spark it off, a song, a smell a erotic rhyme, brings me sweet thoughts of you, it happens all the time

I sometimes get clear images like a photo in my head, they quite often lead to dreams, when I'm in my head

Dreams of us together, we're often laying face to face, if they are naughty dreams, you're always in red lace

Sharing tender kisses, our bodies entwined as one, whispering sweet nothings, until we greet the morning Sun

I know you are far away but my thoughts help keep you near, I love it when my mind wanders, it always finds you dear

THE KINKY POET 

Day off for play

Let's be very naughty, let's not go to work and stay at home today, let's get the toys out and have a little play

Or we could go through your outfits and I'll take pictures on my phone, so I can get turned on by you, when I'm all alone

Come on babe stay at home, it's been ages since we were bad, I'll do anything you ask of me, please don't make me sad

I woke up feeling extra horny, and a quickie just won't do, I need a serious kinkfest, babe I really must have you

I'll tie you up and spank you or put you across my knee, I've got hot wax and ice cream, I beg you hear my plea

I'm feeling so horny what do I have to do to get my way, I'll even take you clothes shopping, once we've had a play

Come on baby you can have my credit card, if you suck my dick, just call your office now and tell them you're feeling sick

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Shackled to my wall

The cold steel of the shackles. Hold you nice and tight, they bind you to my dungeon wall, you're my captive for the night

Mine to do as I decide, you will be used as I see fit, I will use your body as I like, then I'll drink the juices from out your slit

I will use you how I choose, your nipples I might clamp, I'll run my hands roughly between your legs, hunting for damp

I have array of kinky toys, to bring pain and pleasure to your skin, you will sigh out loudly as the flogger bites right in

Paddles and dildos, I've got chrome plugs for your bum, allsorts of implements designed to make you cum

You will cum hard and fast, until you think you could cum no more, I promise it won't end there, there's so many avenues to explore

So many kinky ways, there's hot wax and of course there's ice, I promise you a night of ecstasy, for you it will be nice

THE KINKY POET 

Bengal Tiger

Oh I want my way with you, there's no time to fool around, I'm gonna tear that soft Red lace off and throw you to the ground

I will pounce on you like a Bengal Tiger does his prey, I'm gonna then devour you, I want your flesh today

You may put up a struggle, hell I love it when you fight but this is a battle you cannot win, your pussy's mine tonight

Your stockings will be ruined, your clothes scattered on the floor, there will be no room for romance, I'm gonna take you harder than before

You'll be covered in bruises, you'll have bite marks on your thighs, I'm gonna eat you from the bottom up until I reach your eyes

Then I will pause for a brief while, then gently kiss your lips, then I'll guide myself inside you, and slowly grind my hips

Our bodies become synchronised, we move and fuck as one, building up intensity until we make each other cum

Now my Bengal Tiger has been fed, you rest your head upon my fur, you know I'm saited, because you can hear me purr

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Someone to play

Oh I'm searching high and low, for a sleazy, kinky bitch, someone who's up for fun, to make my hard cock twitch

A girl who'll play dress up, let me tie her down onto my bed, a girl who'd get on her knees, then slowly give me head

That girl who likes a spanking, or a leather flogger on her skin, one who likes dungeons, one who wants a night of sin

Role play, CNC, I want a sexy girl who would be game, a girl who's a living walking kinkfest, one who's never tame

One to keep locked up tight, keep her living in a cage, one I can let out, when I wish to release my sexual rage

Would you like to be the one, are you my kinkest girl, do you fancy playing, would you give some kink a whirl

How I hope I find her soon, the Sunlight is on its way, then I'll have to wait for another dream, to find someone to play

THE KINKY POET