THE KINKY POET

Written of in rhyme

The petals of the softest Rose, resides between your thighs, the hypnotic gaze of a Goddess grows within your eyes

Your seductive curves draw me in, my hands want to touch and trace, I'm desperate to kiss those painted lips, to look into your face

I want to wrap you within my arms, to share a sweet embrace, to rest your head upon my chest, so you can feel my heartbeats pace

I want to share a dream with you, please come to me tonight, I've a pillow with your name on it, I want to hold you tight

Let me share your desires tell me your secrets and I'll tell mine, let us get together in our dreams from now until all time

Stealing tender moments, our bodies entwined so our souls become as one, blended in perfect harmony until each dream is done

Moving in perfect symmetry keeping our bodies in perfect time, finishing together in ecstasy, to be written of in rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Nipple play

I love to play with her nipples, what more can I say, I could suck and flick them for hours at the ending of the day

The moment I touch them, they go hard and get erect, when they're wrapped in soft Red lace, it has the desired effect

Surely they're just not for sucking, I'm sure I hear you say, no they're so many things to use and do when you nipple play

Nipple clamps are a firm favourite, you can control how tight they're on, mixing pain and pleasure, until their sexual control is gone

Then of course there's hot wax, the sensation seems quite nice, from heat to extreme cold, of course we're talking ice

A small leather flogger, or a glove of the softest lace, stroked across the nipples once it's brushed across the face

Silk scarfs give such a thrill, they feel so soft and very cool, watching the pleasure it brings you, makes me kinda drool

So tonight let's get out the nipple toys, let's have some nipple fun, let's play roughly with them, until I make you cum

THE KINKY POET 

Willing friend

I was wondering would you like to come over, perhaps you'd bring a willing friend, with two moist pussy's my fun would never end

The thought of you and a friend makes my heart pound and race, one of you on my hungry cock, the other on my face

Two mouths to suck my solid shaft, four hands to cup my balls, what a amazing thought, I'd really have it all

Two sets of delicious tits, four nipples for me to suck, two woman eating each other out, I wouldn't believe my luck

Both wearing soft Red Lace, panties soaked and pulled aside, two women wanting sex, their legs are opened wide

Id watch you scissor together, rubbing off each others slit, kissing a touching each others body as you're grinding clit to clit

Drowning in your juices, as I eat and fuck you both kiss, feeling you both grinding me hard and fast, truly would be such bliss

It would be fantastic the sexual fun would simply never end, if you came over to play today and brought a willing friend

THE KINKY POET 

Play dead

Let me slide between your thighs, I'm hungry for your sacred place, I'll leave a trail if bite marks on my way up to find you wrapped in soft Red lace

Biting leaves my owners mark, it shows that you are mine, reminding nips turn to small bruises over the passage of time

You will feel them slightly, bruised reminders on your skin, you'll get to see them as we start another night of kinky sin

My tongue reaches your sacred place, your red lace panties are on the floor, I'm licking and eating you, your pussy's mine once more

Your juices feed my never ending want, your taste is so devine, your juices run freely in my mouth, you are the sweetest wine

A nectar made straight from heaven, you are the sweetest Peach, you begin to breath much faster, your orgasm is just in reach

You begin to quiver, you arch your back and sigh my name, I suck on your cliterus it is now a waiting game

You raise your hips and cry out, you drown my face and soak the bed, you are now satisfied and exhausted, you lay there and play dead

THE KINKY POET 

So close

With every button that gets undone you reveal a glimpse of skin, my anxiety is building, I'm waiting to see the treasures hid within

You seem to go more slowly when I want you to pick up the pace, I don't know how you know I'm desperate, can you see it on my face

There goes another button, a glimpse of cleavage is now on show, god I want to tear your blouse open, you're going far to slow

Now with another gone, I can see your lingerie oh yes it is Red lace, you smile at me sweetly but still you keep at your own seductive pace

Baby I'm getting frantic I swear you're such a naughty tease, just get that bloody blouse off, I'm begging nicely please

I want to see your luscious curves, you kinky little flirt, you've got me so worked up, we haven't even got down too your skirt

It looks so very hot on you, with those high heels and the stockings you're in tonight, this is such a killer striptease, you always do it right

Your skin is so close yet you're miles away, I swear I'm gonna scream,  for no sooner we just get to the good parts, I wake up from this dream

THE KINKY POET 

On my knee

I tie your hands behind your back, I sit you.on my knee, with a handful of your hair, I force you to place your lips on me

I slide my hand between your thighs I rip off your panties of red lace, you seemed shocked by the aggression, I see it on your face

The forceful way I rip off your panties made you get quite wet, I feel your dampness on my knee, though I haven't touched your pussy yet

I force your thighs apart, my fingers glide slowly deep inside, you can't help yourself, you spread your legs real wide

Your juices flow over my hand, I push deep, you need to grind, I tell you to fuck my hand, the request just blows your mind

You move your pussy back and forth, my hand covered in your juice, you are pushing my fingers in deeper, your hungers getting loose

I try to pull my fingers out but you've pinned me deep inside, I know your cumming hard by the way you moaned and sighed

My tongue rammed into your mouth, I control you with my hair, I love to feel you fucking my fingers, has you use my knees just like a chair

THE KINKY POET 

Inspired by Harry Potter

Kinky witch

Oh you've put such a spell on me are you some kind of kinky witch, you've made me feel real horny and my wand's begun to twitch

It seems I don't have control, my desires are running free, I'm desperate to get to you, what have you done to me

I close my eyes and there you are, in school robes on a train, hair in braids, cute in uniform, the image nestled in my brain

My hunger for you is building, my desires burning bright, please come and visit me and be my dream witch tonight

With a flick and swish of your wrist your wand would do its trick, I'd would get much harder has you levitate my dick

Straddle me in your witches robes, I want to look upon your face, I hope to find you wearing soft Red lace, over your magical sacred place

The evening would be wonderful a night full of sexual magic but sadly when the sun arrives, you leaving me is so very tragic

THE KINKY POET 

All because of you

By the light of the fullest moon, I'm searching to quench a never ending thirst, my desires growing stronger, the pain it is the worst

Many I have fed on each lovely with their own type of wine but none had the nectar, that made them truly mine

None sent a fire rushing through my lonely pounding heart, so sadly I continued my search, so with them I had to part

There were times they gave me moments of comfort, I stole a much needed kiss but none ever gave me, the feeling of true bliss

So my search carried on  I meandered through my dreams, expecting to walk a lone through each night or that is how it seems

Then one dream I found you, the missing piece to make me whole, I knew they'd be no other, to own my heart and soul

So now my dreams are wonderful, I adore the things we do, now my dreams are perfect and it's all because of you

THE KINKY POET 

Ending of each day

You're a Angel or You're the Devil, I'll take either any day, wether it's a soft or gentle hug or dirty kinky sexual play

A night spent within your arms, wrapped in your sweet embrace, sharing the softest kisses, laying together face to face

Or having you dressed in my favourite outfit, your delicious curves dressed in soft Red lace, seeing passions rising, a hunger on your pretty face

Hands entwined together our digits make a lovers knot, making sweet and tender memories, that won't be soon forgot

Or you bound down to my headboard, the bounds are done so tight, you now at my mercy, you'd my kinky plaything for the night

To gently kiss along your thighs, with your petals spread real wide, my tongue, lapping up your nectar, from the Rose bud that hides inside

To ravage your sacred place, to eat you with a ravenous sexual need, leaving bite marks in my wake, raw reminders if my greed

So either soft sweet Angel or kinky Devil, I'll have you anyway, just come to me nightly i beg of you, at the ending of each day

THE KINKY POET 

Goddess draped in lace

A Goddess stands before me, Red lace draped across her skin, with the soul of an Angel but her eyes were filled with sin

I watched her curvy body move, I wished she could be mine, not just inside a dream but in the real world and for all-time

To feel her body next to me, at the dawning of each day, to spend time with her in the real world, during my work, my rest and play

To taste her lips pressed on mine, to slide my tongue inside her mouth, kissing down her gorgeous body, as I  make my way down south

To reach the sacred place between her legs, to nibble on her thighs, to eat her until her juices flow, to hear her softest sighs

To bring her to my bed to sleep, she would be my pillow queen, to wake up and find her with me but in life not just in my dream

Just the thought of her being real, makes my old heart race, just imagining her in front of me, my Goddess draped in lace

THE KINKY POET