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 
.

Wavelength

Do you have dirty dreams, when once you've read my write, do you dream of me fucking you hard and fast, when it's late at night

I wonder what you'd make me do, if you were in control, would I rough or gentle, would I treat you like some cheap sex doll

Would we take things nice and slow, if you controlled the pace, or would we pound in a frenzied fuck, like it was some first to cum sex race

Would you have me tie you down, perhaps hang you from a hook, maybe you'd put on a kinky sex show and all I could do was look

Would you have me spank you, put a flogger to your skin, paddle you or use my hand what would be your choice of painful sin

I know if I was in charge of this dream, you'd be wearing soft Red Lace, perhaps you'd choose to wear Red lace too and put a smile across my face

I wonder if my poems and your dreams would be almost the same, do we share the same kinky tastes, do we have the same sexual aim

My words are sent to inspire you, to spark kinky thoughts and dreams, I think we're on the same wavelength, at least that's how it seems

THE KINKY POET 

Super soaker

Come lay down on the bench, spread your legs before you're tied, there's something I've heard about, I've never seen of tried

First I lick your delicious pussy, I need you to be very wet, keep yourself under control. I haven't started yet

I place a vibrating wand on your clit, I putt a butt plug up your bum, I'm doing everything I need to do, I want to control exactly when you cum

The feeling is so intense, your juices start to seep and flow, I turn the wand up faster, though you beg me to take it slow

I'm sorry but not tonight I need to drag you screaming to orgasms ledge, then leave there for a while before I send you off the edge

You are breathing faster, I watch to see if this test will work, you begin to thrash around, it's like you're beginning to go berserk

I move myself in closer, I'm fixated on you then at last you squirt, you shoot juice all over me, you soak my favourite shirt

Wow so it's not a myth your pussy's like a super soaker gun, all I have to do is load it right and keep you at the edge before I let you cum

THE KINKY POET 

Our first time

I took you by the hand and lead you slowly to my bed, I layed you down then I place a soft pillow behind your head

We cuddle close together, we started to chat and kiss, I looked into your eyes and asked, "do you still want to do this"

You nod so I lift up your skirt, you help me take your panties off, there was no sound between us, so I broke the silence with a cough

Ì climbed inbetween your legs, my knees pushd wide your thighs, as my tip touched you, I see anticipation and fear inside your eyes

I paused and ask once again if you wanted me to guide it in, you reach down and took my shaft and then our first time it did begin

Both new at the at having sex, we fumbled, we're both lost inside our lust, we've given ourselves to each other, we shared a special trust

For both of us it was all so new, it was just had our very first time, a moment we shall never forget, I even wrote of it in rhyme

THE KINKY POET