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

Battle scars

I love that moment your soft skin drags between my teeth, the ping as it breaks free, though the moment is so brief

The sound of your slightest sigh or the small whimper of slight pain, the knowledge that i've marked you, in ownership once again

Some marks are carefully hidden, some are deliberately left on display, my submissive wears them head held high no matter comes what may

She loves to parade the passion of her masters hungry need, the bruises changing colours where her blood vessels were forced to bleed

But she's not the only one who carries the marks of last night's war likè play, I covered in claw marks and they're stinging me today

I bite you abd you claw sometimes our passions seem like war, both end up has sexual casualties, hell who could ask for more

Whether it's fucking or sex fighting you know in your heart I'll win, I will always be the sexual dominant force, in our night of sin

So let loose your dogs of war, let fly all your sexual rage, because once the heat of battles done, I'll just lock you back into your cage

THE KINKY POET 

Asleep

Burning lips on tingly flesh, the first kiss of the day, hoping to arouse your desire, I'm awake and need to play

There's no response from you, I know this is just a ploy, you want me to continue and use you like a toy

I slowly roll you on your back and coax your legs apart real wide, I move across your body till I'm positioned to slide inside

I kiss your neck a little harder, I give your skin a little bite, you slip out a quiet moan but still ignore my plight

Now I'm getting desperate I want you to start to play, I've got a rampant hard on and it wants to have its way

I move down to your tits, sucking them always does the trick, the moment that your nipples harden, your hand's around my dick

I pull free and go lower, I'm now hungry for a taste, you' pussy's already dripping, so there is no time to waste

Once you've screamed and called my name, I sink my cock in deep, a great start to the morning, much better than pretending you're asleep

THE KINKY POET 

The need to feast

The reason why you're tied up legs spread wide, is so that I can feast, I cannot contain any longer this horny ravenous beast

I'm going to devour you, tonight you will feed my need. Then to show you're now my property, I'll fill you with my seed

Helpless and vulnerable you are at the mercy of my desires will, I'm gonna use all of you, until I've had my fill

My tongue will cover every inch of you, my hands will caress each curve, teasing you and pleasing you igniting every nerve

I'll own your mouth, ride you hard, tease and rim your bum, use clamps on your nippled, use sex pain to make you cum

Spank you across my knee, not for punishment but to leave my mark, as for the bruises and welts I leave, enjoy the memories they spark

Once I've made you totally mine, you'll belong to my sexual beast, he'll call on you again in another dream, when he needs to feast

THE KINKY POET