THE KINKY POET

Outside sex

I often dream of taking you, in a place we might be seen, somewhere out in public, a place we've often been

Maybe in the shopping center, pushed up against a wall, I'd pull off your Red lace panties, then give to you my all

I'm not saying let's fuck in full view but somewhere people might pass by, I've never fucked in public and I'd really like to try

Maybe we could go to a park, lay a blanket on the ground, you could sit across me, when there's a few people all around

Wearing a short Summer dress, on top of me you'd ride, the dress would cover our naughtiness, no one would see my cock inside

Perhaps a blow job at the cinema, it's always very dark, find ourselves a nice quite spot, just the thought makes my fires spark

Failing that we could go in the car and fuck as others drive right by, I know the cars small with not much room but I'm sure it's worth the try

Come on babe let's go out to fuck, I've so  many ideas flying through my brain, what about a public toilet on a commuter train

Is there any place you'd like to try, any kinky thoughts inside your head, or do you want to play it safe and just stay home instead

THE KINKY POET 

Time for kinky sin

Oh the thought of you in my bed. You're wearing my favourite lace, I can feel your body heat, it makes my heartbeat race

Touching all your gorgeous curves, you have the softest skin, it started off with gentle kisses, then my mind ran off to sin

In your pretty Red lace baby doll, you really look so hot and sweet, the thought of slowly undressing you, would really is a treat

You slide out of your panties, they are a trophy  for me to keep, I can feel they're already damp, I love it when you seep

I slide beneath the bed covers I'm at your sacred place, I slowly lick your pussy but soon I lick you with pace

The wine from your sexual Chalice tastes so very sweet, I slide a few fingers in you and finger fuck you while I eat

Deep penetrative thrusts, we grind with passion and with lust, I tie your hands above your head, we share a special sacred trust

I cover up your eyes i deprive you of both sight and sound, you can't tell where I am, as I quietly move around

You only know where I am when I reach out and touch your skin, beside me is your favourite toys, it's time for kinky sin

THE KINKY POET 

The tie

So many intricate knots to keep you bound up so nice and tight, they will probably leave a mark, I'm using rope tonight

Making pretty patterns as it lays across your naked skin, I check your laying comfortably before the ties begin

It is such a beautiful form of art i just had to have a try, thank you for volunteering to let me learn to tie

Running back and forth across your breasts, then curling around your thighs, it's such a awesome thing to do, I can see the pleasure in your eyes

You tell me to pull it tighter, so I relay some ropes again, I tweak some knots tighter, I know you love the pain

Once I've done my ties, I take many pictures on my phone, to give me a chance to make improvements when I'm on my own

So each time I tie you up. My work looks better everytime, I want to make works of art on you, then put them down in rhyme 

THE KINKY POET 

The riding game

One knee by my left cheek the other knee against the right, you slide into position so I can eat out your hole tonight

Up close and personal, I can see your wetness through your lace, it would seem you're as eager as i am, to climb upon my face

Your sex smells just like a Rose, I pull your red lace panties to the side, exposing your perfect pussy and the juices held inside

My thumbs part your petals, I take the first  slow long lick, my blood rushes from my heart, it gathers in my dick

I lap your pussy as you grind, your juices run all down my face, we blend with perfect synchronicity, we keep the perfect pace

My face is like your saddle, you are going on a sexual ride, you push down then pull up as my tongue dives deep inside

We started at a controlled trot, then a cantor now we're galloping at full speed, my tongue goes into overdrive, to give you what you need

Head tossed back you scream and moan, as you cum you call my name, then you slide down onto my cock to continue our riding game

THE KINKY POET 

Trophy

After a night of kinky sex a trophy of the night's a must, it could be your lace panties or a pic but it's done with total trust

You get a trophy too, reminders of our kinky night of sin, the only difference between us both, your trophy is on your skin

It may be a sexual bite mark, a flogging welt or a kinky bruise, left there to remind you of the night you really couldn't loose

Everything you asked for I gave to you then i gave you more, from being chained up on a low beam, then fucked hard on the floor

Hot wax on your nipples, cooled down with cubes of ice, I would do anything you ask, to make your evening nice

Get out your favourite toys crack the flogger on your bum, it makes you start to puddle on the floor, my job's to make you cum

After the night of kinky sex, you've got your trophies and I've got mine but I get a bonus gift, I get to write this rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Mine in a line

Oh how I'd really love to be laying with you in your bed, instead of being a written fantasy from a poem that you've read

To feel your skin up close and tight, feel your body heat with mine but sadly I'm only close to you, when I've put it in a line

Kissing, touching, my hands running wild, having you as mine, but I can only dream of that and put it down in rhyme

I would love to drink from your sacred place to taste your wine for real, sadly that won't happen, I don't even know how you really feel

I wish I could turn my dreams and rhymes in to real life, even for a night, I'd make a million memories, in my heart I'd hold them tight

Entwined wrapped together we'd share our beating hearts, sadly it is a childish wish, as we are worlds apart

But at least when I dream or write, I can make you mine, together for the briefest moment, whilst you read this rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

The beast in me returns

The sound of ripping clothing signified I'm here to feast, the popping of your buttons shows, I am a sexual beast

No time for niceties my ravenous hunger must be fed, I grab you by the hair and drag you to my bed

Naked and defenceless you submit to all my wants and needs, before you climb on the bed, I force you to your knees

You take my shaft in your hand, with painted lips you start suck, but this is just a prelude, you know I'm here to fuck

Dragged up off your knees, your pushed down on your back, I grab your ankles tightly and open them to see your crack

Already you are pooling, you've stained the silky sheet, seeing you so ready for me, is such a sexual treat

I drink from your Chalice, tonight's your pussy's mine, your sex tastes so delicious, I'm love drunk on the sweetest wine

After I've eaten all my fill, I push my shaft in so slow and deep, each thrust makes a lovely sound, caused by your pussy's seep

We fuck hard with vigor, I pound your pussy rough and fast, soon we both moan in ecstasy, we both could no longer last

Both exhausted we lay still, we can hear our beating hearts, then that's when the dream is done and we are drawn apart

THE KINKY POET 

From me to you

Kisses sent on Butterfly wings, go across the void to kiss you on the cheek, whispers carried on gentle clouds, do your here me speak

The slightest touch late at night, when you are in your bed, do you know I'm there with You, or is it just all in your head

A tingle in your inner thigh, a breath goes across your Rose, a smell of a unknown cologne wafting up your nose

You feel yourself getting wet, your arousal starts to grow, you feel beneath your red lace panties, your juices have begun to flow

Hands start to do their job, you start making circles on your clit, your mind wanders to your poet as your fingers go in your slit

Eyes closed head laid back, your racing to orgasms edge, pinching on your swollen clit will push you off the ledge

Soon you start to cum, your soaked but where did that need come from, was it lust abd desire from across the void sent by your poet Ron

THE KINKY POET 

Pussy rock

You are so wet and juicy, I'm gonna fuck you in my dream, do everything I want with you, then fill you full of cream

I'm gonna run my hands on you, get you on your knees, put my cock on your painted lips, can you suck me please

Fuck you deep in your throat, I want to make you cough and gag, let my balls hit your chin, your mouth is mine to shag

Then I want a tit wank, make your cleavage for me tight, usually I'd cum on your tits but I want much more tonight

Now get on your back, I push your legs above your head, I'm going to eat you raw, then fuck you on my bed

Legs pinned above your head, I spread your pussy wide, your cunt is so juicy, I can't wait to get inside

Drowning in your sex, your pussy tastes so sweet, eating out my dream girl, really is a poets treat

Once I've quenched my thirst, I slide in my throbbing cock, I push your legs each time I thrust, it makes your pussy rock

Soon you scream out my name and I'm about to cream, the moment I explode in you, I wake up from this erotic dream

THE KINKY POET 

One night switch

Ok, ok the wrists are chained up, you've got them nice a tight, I know I agreed to this but it's only for one night

You can use most things but some things are out of bounds, you better give me a safe word and listen for its sound

Yes you can spank me, use the flogger on my skin, you better understand my rules, before this night begins

Hot wax I can handle, I quite like the sound of trying ice, cover me in fresh cream, the idea is very nice

Be gentle with the nipple clamps, my nipples are kind of small but I want you to enjoy the night, have yourself a ball

Feel free to claw my skin, hell you can even bite my bum, I must say I'm not sure how pain can make you cum

But I know pain and pleasure is your thing, it's why I adore you my kinky bitch but don't get used to being in charge, this is just a one night switch

THE KINKY POET