THE KINKY POET

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 

Nymphomaniac

No need to rough me up, your going to get your way, I get it your feeling horny and you want to fuck today

Slowly babe no need to rush, calm down and take your time, yes I'll go down on you, I adore your pussy's wine

Why are you so frantic you seem to have a unquenchable need, we were fucking all last night, you had all of my creamy seed

Easy I'll take my clothes off, my god you're like a girl possessed, wow it only took a few seconds for you to get undressed

There's no need to drag me to the bedroom it's not like we both won't fuck, my god you're a nymphomaniac, I can't believe my luck

Normally sex once or twice a day seems enough for you, but when you go fuck crazy there's never enough cock for you

Yes I'll lay on my back, I can see your pussy's nice and wet, oh my god on your on my cock and I haven't kissed you yet

THE KINKY POET 

The only one

There's so many characters you could dress up has just for me, from school girl, nurse and pious nun, just to mention three

There's all the Disney princess's obviously with a kinky spin, to all Marvel and DC super heroes and the Villains who cause such sin

There's the dragon queen from game of thrones with her long white hair or the sexy Poison Ivy, whose vines could trap me there

The Goddess Aphrodite in shimmering gold and white, I could be the head God Zeus and rule you for the night

Elvira the Queen of scream or a Vampire hungry for a bite, you could be anyone the choice is yours tonight

Or go to my firm old favourite no not Princess Leia I meant Red Lace, I'm guaranteed to love it, my heart will pound and race

But if I could choose, if I could be in charge and decide what outfit you would wear, I wouldn't be fussed by any of them as long as you were there

Because characters for play sex, really is kinky and quite fun, but at the end of the day I hope you know, you are the only one

THE KINKY POET 

THE POET PIRATE

I'm the poet Pirate I sail through the seas and voids of time, searching for ports of ecstasy and putting them in rhyme

Many places i have travelled I'm looking for that special one, to share a glass of Rum with and watch the setting of the Sun

I've boarded many Galleons, there were so many treasures took, each one is a memory, kept written in my book

Fair winds and firey storms have led me at last to you, now I've found my treasure, my hunting days are through

No more will I need my Flintlock or my Sword, I'll hear no more cannons roar, I'm finished with the need for battle, I've found what I've been searching for

I swing down from the crows nest, I take you up into my warm embrace, you know I'm your poet Pirate, I can see it on your gorgeous face

We share there and then our first kiss, we both know it won't be our last, we cut our lines free from your old ship, we sail off together fast

At night we share a cabin, when I'm awake I'm on my own, for my dream girl sails in other waters, whilst I write of our exploits on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

In full dance

Sitting in my designated spot, there's no one else around, I hear the door handle turn, you came in without a sound

You stood in front of me, adorned in my favourite soft Red lace, you gave me a twirl and curtsy, you had a smile across your face

Then the room was filled with music, it was a slow and bluesy beat, you began to slowly sway, this was going to be a treat

The music took you over, it was like you fell into a trance, you and the beat became as one, you began your erotic sexual dance

Hands weaving patterns, swirls and circles  big and small, your hips grinding slowly, you were giving me your all

I couldn't take my eyes off you, it was such a erotic dance, I would have give anything to join you, if i had only half the chance

Your body now was making shapes, conjuring pictures in my head, awakening wild desires and my memories that I thought were long gone dead

Memories of younger times when I was well enough to dance, when I could walk, run and play, when I could leap and prance

Hypnotised by your beauty in movement, the soft Red Lace it did enhance, it was such a wonderful gift, to watch my dream girl, flowing in full dance

THE KINKY POET 

Valhalla

Oh to be a Viking warrior to do anything I'm hungry for, I'd drink, I'd fight and throw axes, pillage and find a whore

I want to tear your clothes off, then drag you too the floor, force you to take me passed painted lips, I won't wait no more

Wrap my fingers tight in your hair, use your mouth as my fuck, crash my balls off your chin, order you to suck

Take you like I were Viking, ravenous, wild and free, force you to do my bidding, you're,  hear just to satisfy me

Such a waste of pretty Red lace undies but my needs they must be met, I ram my fingers in you, you're already nice and wet

I pull my cock out your mouth, your face down on the floor, I place my weight upon you, I own you, you're now a Vikings whore

My mouth close to your ear, as I whisper dirty sleazy things, all my nasty sexy dreams and the pleasures that they'll bring

Now I drag you to your knees, the carpet will leave a burning mark, you whimper slightly in pain, that makes my hunger spark

My throbbing cock meets your juicy slit, they fit like hand in glove, I begin to fuck you hard and fast, long gone are thoughts of love

I ride you like a mad man, you buck like you're a thoroughbred mare, harder faster pounding, for reins I grab your hair

Juices seep from you, you beg me to make you cum, I push a little harder, as I fuck I slap your bum

You try to stifle your screams worried someone will hear, I tell you just let go, I don't care if they are near

Screams of pleasure come from you, you begin to curse and swear, you're sounding quite aggressive, it means you're nearly there

I think you think you're now in charge, telling me what to do, I slow down and take a pause, to show that I own you

With the balance of power reinstated, I begin to pick up pace, you try to control your mouth, that puts a smirk across my face

Soon you are cumming it's rare to fuck without a kiss but I was so hungry, I just needed sexual bliss

Now I've ruined your little hole, my sexual anger has emptied deep inside, you are full of both our cream and Viking in me has died

He's gone to feast in Valhalla, with Odin and the Mighty Thor, you are now my Queen again and not a Viking whore

I wrap you up in my arms, we kiss then it's shower time and bed, I rain soft kisses down on you, I'm left with a poem in my head

Ron

Red Satin edged with Lace

Red lace laid upon your curves, still shows a glimpse of skin, but I must confess I love the feeling and coolness of the soft Red Satin

Your sexy curves under me, the Satin is soft and smooth. Lace between my fingers, I'm  capturing your every single move

The Redness of the lingerie matches the colour of your painted lips, my lips tastes your honey, as I steal it in slow and tender sips

My hand slides under your bra, your nipples harden to my touch, I slide my hands lower, to find a wet and eager crotch

I suck on your nipples I leaving my mark upon your skin, it's just a reminder of a time and place we shared our kinky sin

Kisses up your inner thighs, at last I'm at your sacred place, the only thing keeping me from ecstasy now is a piece of Red Satin edged with lace

I can see your wetness it stains the soft Red Satin, I pull it slightly to the side and push my hungry fingers in

Juices flood my digits, I taste your delicious juicy wine, you are the taste of heaven, to me your pussy is devine

Once I've had my fill of you, I enter you and slowly build up pace, we both fly off to ecstasy, wrapped in Red Satin edged with Lace

THE KINKY POET 

Depraved craving

Dragged out of a van, bundled inside a damp and smelly room, your Blindfold is pulled off you can't see past all the gloom

Shackled to a long chain, it reaches everywhere but the door, you look at your hooded captor, you're in a place you've never been before

You can hear birds singing, there's loads of woodland noise, your eyes get accustomed to the light, you're surrounded by loads of kinky toys

Now you seem a little intrigued is this a nightmare or a lovely dream, soon your back in reality, when tells you of his scheme

You will be his sex toy, he will use you just like one of his many slaves, he will take you when he wants to, you'll satisfy all the things he craves

He leads you into a large dark room, there's not a single sound, then you get used to the dark, there's girls all tied and bound

Then he finally says something he says from now on you're number eight, there's no escape from him so just accept your fate

Sitting there in the dark, you hear a alarm bell ring, you are safe at home, it was just a sexual nightmare thing

You're relieved but a little disappointed, you quite fancied being a abducted sex slave, one of many others, made to satisfy all that the captor craves

THE KINKY POET 
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