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 

Beneath the noon day sun

In my dreams we walk on a beach holding each others hand, Sun warms our bodies as the Turquoise sea laps upon the golden sand

Laying together in the noon day sun, we share a soft and tender kiss, feeling you so close to me, truly is such dreamy bliss

So close to my body in the sand we are entwined as one, a tingling flies between us, as we lay beneath the noon day sun

Just you and I alone, we are laying together face to face, we are sharing a moment on the beach, together in our dream state place

Kissing together I smudge your pretty painted lips, I run my hands across your curves. Then Inside your thighs my hand just slips

Your body calls me closer, on the beach you give yourself to me, then you become part of me and I become a part of thee

In the real world we are miles apart but at night we are as one, walking hand in hand on the beach, being warmed by the noon day sun

THE KINKY POET 

When you come to mind

Need, lust, hunger, desire the feelings I get when you come to mind, a desperate need, a most ravenous want of the sexual kind

A need to have my way with you, too use you as my own sex toy, to do anything I desire, I have no time for coy

I can't do romance, I can't be gentle, caring all the time, sometimes the beast gets loose, then I must make you mine

All thought of self control is lost in my mist of my sexual lust, I just have to taste your body now, for me it is a must

Clothes get torn off, I've ruined countless amounts of lace, try to get you naked and pulled into this beasts embrace

To own you and ravage you, to drink your pussy's wine, to get you to take my hardened shaft, are the only thoughts of mine

To pound you hard and ride you fast, to here you moan and cum again, to here you beg for more cock, to hear you scream my name

All these things come to mind when I'm laying in my bed, I get a uncontrollable, unquenchable thirst for you, when you're in my head

THE KINKY POET 

The dawning of the Sun

Soft kisses and caressing our bodies entwined as one, we share sweet tender moments as we await the dawning of the Sun

Wrapped in each others arms, in such a tender loving embrace, looking deep into each others eyes, a smile upon each face

Fingers blended together, it's hard to tell which ones are mine, you look like a Goddess, I wish we could stay here for all time

Sharing the same pillows you're snuggled underneath the covers, whispering to each other, we share secrets meant for lovers

Whispering of desires, we share all our hopes and dreams, this is the most perfect night, or to me it's how it seems

Making love so gently, it feels like it was our very first time, my heart now belongs to you, I pray that yours is mine

A union of body's and soul, tonight we became as one, sharing loves glorious bounties as we greet the dawning of the Sun

THE KINKY POET