THE KINKY POET

Really mine

If I could own you for one day, I'm sure I'd have some fun, you'd be left so satisfied when the play is done

I'd get you dressed in softest Red Lace, I'd hang you from a ceiling beam, then I'd take you to ecstasy, fulfill my lifetime dream

I'd flog you and paddle you, leaving my ownership mark upon your skin, I'd kneel down and spread your legs, then slide my fingers in

Playing in your wetness, off my soaked fingers I would suck, once I'd tasted your finest wine, then we'd start to fuck

You hanging on the beam, me pounding you from behind, whispering dirty sexy things, I want to really blow your mind

Hands wrapped around your tits, your nipples I'd pinch and squeeze, you'd be my dirty fuck toy, I'd do just how I please

You are at my mercy, your wrists are bound so tight, I can do anything i want to, you're my playground for the night

Sucking, biting, fucking our sex as left a puddle on the floor, again I take you to the edge, you beg and scream some more

Dangling on anothers orgasms edge but I won't let you cum, until you ask me nicely or until I've had my fun

You tell me that you are mine and that I'll own you for all-time, I pound you hard until we finish, knowing now you're really mine

THE KINKY POET 

Joys of going down

I'm so very hungry for your moist pussy, I need desperately to part your lips, slide my tongue to taste you, I'll drink you in small sips

I want to pray at the altar of my Goddess, I want to bow and pray, to pay homage to her tenderness, each and every day

To water her pretty Rose, I want to spread her petals wide, I'm desperate for the delicious nectar, that her flower holds inside

Let me drink from her Chalice, let me get love drunk on her wine, she is the perfect vintage, she really tastes devine

To be nestled deep between her thighs with her pussy now in sight, I will eat her like a beast, my needs are met tonight

Grinding my face into her, my tongue running wild along her clit, pushing deep and circling, I cover all her slit

I want to be soaked by her juice, even if I almost drown, that's exactly what I'm after, it's the joys of going down

THE KINKY POET 

Shared a dream

It's now time for you to go to sleep, then I will get to come, I'll slide into your sexy dreams again, once your day is done

Tenderly kissing you, I will smudge your red painted lips, run my hands all over you, hold your curvy hips

Slide down between your thighs, bite marks left upon your skin, just small bruised reminders of where your poet played in sin

Your throbbing Rose is waiting, your petals wet and spread, my mouth finds your Rose bud, you feel me whist in bed

Even though you are alone, you feel my tongue lapping, probing deep inside, you reach your first orgasm, I know because you sighed

Your fingers find your wetness, in your dream You think they're mine, pushing deep into you, my tongue tasting your juice, that's so devine

In your dream we're fucking, you're hungry for my hot wet cream, you wake up and your sheets are soaked, once again we've shared a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Such a bad girl

Again you're in my office and I must punish you this way, you're behavior isn't improving no matter what it seems I say

You've been given lines and detention, there's only one thing left to do, bend yourself over the desk, I hope this gets through to you

But firstly look at your uniform, a tight blouse and a far to short plaid skirt, do the buttons up, close that revealing shirt

No one wants to see your underwear even if it's soft Red lace, don't roll your eyes at me and take that smirk right off your face

My god now you've bent over, you can see that skirts too short, if your red lace panties were any smaller, you'd be wearing nought

Its so hard for me to concentrate on lthe punishment I have to do, my mind is having dirty thoughts, I'm struggling not to look at you

You have a gorgeous figure, and now I'm standing right behind, all I can think of is taking you, I can't shake it from my mind

My cock throbs in a hopeful beat, it wants to come out to play, I know it mustn't get him out, I must control my needs today

You've been such a bad girl, I must get this punishment done, perhaps you could come back after class, so we could have some fun

Just as the welts start to show we stop so you can answer your telephone, you're needed back at work, you say we can finish this at home

It's great when you pop in for lunch, especially if you dress so we can play but I hate when you rush off leaving horny for the day

THE KINKY POET 

Exhausted from his deed

Tied down to the bed you're at his mercy once again, Blindfolded it's pitch black and its messing with your brain

Do you hear a person, is there someone in the room with you, the anxiety and anticipation builds up, what will this person do

Then you feel the first touch, it's a strong hand that feels like ice, it pulls at your nipples, the pain feels cold but nice

Then down your side you feel a touch, the softest tickle from a feather but in the background you can smell the distinctive waft of leather

Then you feel it on your skin, the leather flogger bites your thigh, even with just the thought of the mark, you whimper and you sigh

Your brain is going crazy, there's so many things running on your skin, from cool silk to hot wax, a mind blowing night of sin

Ice cubes on your nipples, he even puts one deep inside, you try to clamp your legs closed but they're tied up open wide

He licks your sacred Chalice and then bites you, your juices are soaking your Satin sheets, finally his weights upon you, you feels his body heat

The tip of a throbbing cock, dips inside your hungry, aching hole, you try your best to raise your hips, you want him heart and soul

He grinds deep into you, you take him to his balls, he glides in hard and purposefully, he gives to you his all

Faster and harder he pounds you, he's about to cum, with one last thrust he's finished, the night of deprivation sex is done

Both your fluids mingle, your love juice and his creamy seed, he lays still across your body, exhausted from his deed

THE KINKY POET 

Lingerie

There's nothing more arousing than a curvy girl in lingerie, hopefully it's soft Red lace but that's just the way I play

Laying over her sexy curves, showing just a hint of skin, sexy and seductive with delightful mysteries hid within

Soft clinging Satin making her gorgeous nipples stand up tall, shinning in the candlelight, makes me desire all

Soft silk long Kimonos draped right down to the floor, does it best to cover her from my view but it just leaves me wanting more

Pretty vintage retro baby dolls, are always kind of cute, a mixture of sexy and fun, this is a fact I can't refute

God I just love lingerie a negligee with feathers edging lace, maybe so very vintage but brings a happy smile across my face

I know in the end they end up just crumpled garments on the bedroom floor, but as a boy who loves lingerie, I couldn't ask for more

So when you turn up in my dreams, you now know why you're again in lingerie, it's because I love how it looks and feels, so come over here and let me play

THE KINKY POET 

Drowning once again

Face soaked in your finest wine, I try to come up for air, you grab me by the head and thrust me back down there

My tongue is lapping you frantically, I push it deep inside, you raise your hips to get me in, your pussy's opened wide

Sucking on your juicy clit, I pull my teeth across its skin, you moan a sigh with pleasure, as we share a night of sin

You're riding my face hard and fast, you push, you pump and grind, I'm trying my best to make you cum, I want to blow your mind

Your engorged clit, throbbing on my wet tongue, I feel it on my hungry lips, I'm drinking as I'm eating you, I'm taking delicious sips

You can't wait to cum no more you force me onto my back, you climb onto my sex soaked face and beg me to lick your crack

Now you are in control, you can now decide the depth and pace, you start to grind me faster, like your in some kind of oral race

I'm pulling at your nipples they feel hard beneath my touch, we've arrived at the moment when, the feelings are to much

You throw back your sex sweat head, you scream and shout my name, you explode your juices out your pussy, I'm drowning once again

THE KINKY POET 

The need for trust

Your tender kiss was like electricity, your touch it was the same, it would seem I've found a connection, we shared one kinky aim

Both out to find the special one to find a safe place within the world of kink, I wonder if you feel the same, please tell me what you think

I'll tell you about all my kinks, I share the secrets hidden in my head, if you'd like I'll show some, just slide into my bed

Tell me what kinks work for you, perhaps you're into pain, whisper me your kinky desires and I will do the same

Ok I'll start and tell you something simple I have a thing for soft Red lace, I know it's not a huge kink, is that a smirk across your face

Ok stop laughing tell me something that works for you, I will do my best to accommodate your kink, just tell me what to do

For us to share a strong connection we must open up to each other in every way, then we can start to build up trust and maybe start to play

THE KINKY POET 

Floggers bliss

Leaving lines of ecstasy as the flogger bites your skin, a mixture of pain and pleasure dealt out by your master, in a night of sin

Tied down to the bed so tight, you have no place to go, each lash brings you closer to orgasm, in no rush, he takes it slow

You hear the tails flail through the air, the sound says they're on their way, there's a moments anticipation before, on your flesh they play

Each tail brings its own sting, you get wet with every bite, you subconsciously pull at your bindings, but they're done up nice a tight

You become more vocal, you sigh and moan, you even call out your masters name, he knows what it means and flogs you once again

Puddles of your sexual pleasure run out to soak your bed, you're almost cumming now, you toss back your sex sweat head

He pauses leaving you on orgasms edge, then he lays on the last floggers kiss, with a gush of delight and sexual release, the floggers brought you bliss

THE KINKY POET 

As a nation we lost our Monarch, may She rest in peace

Our guiding light

Our country lost its heartbeat, the Queen has passed away, now she's with Prince Phillip, the country's left to pray

For most of the country we only had her has our head of state, not expected to be our Queen, this was changed by a twist of fate

At such a very young age she was sat upon the throne, she took it all in her stride and made the role her own

With kindness and compassion she talked to one and all but she also was a strong Monarch and she was no body's fool

The nation knew it was coming but it has still struck a awful blow, now the country will come out in force and our love for her we'll show

Many have only known her as our ruler, now we have a king, though he will be respected but it will be a very different thing

She guided us through years of change, she even ate marmalade sandwiches with a bear, through the years of war, she was always there

Now her guiding light has gone out, in our hearts she'll always shine, God bless you your Majesty, you'll be remembered for all-time

Ron