THE KINKY POET

My Tigress

My dream girl is a Tigress she prowls around my mind, sending gorgeous images, of the sensual kinky kind

In my dreams you wander, you seem to have all my dreams control, you own all my nightly thoughts, you own my heart and soul

You can use me like your playground, I will submit to your desires, I will do all you crave, I'm here to ignite your sexual fires

Tie you up, chain you down, I'll supply your need for pain, anything you ask of me, I'll play any kinky game

Pick all your favourite toys, I will get you so wet and damp, ice cubes, butt plugs and your favourite pussy clamp

I'll drink from your sacred chalice, I'll tongue you to make you cum, I'll put you across my knee, then spank your gorgeous bum

Well my ravenous Tigress, please come and play with me I pray, come into my dream tonight, come take me as your prey

THE KINKY POET 

The perfect picture

Connected by one heartbeat, entangled in my dream girls arms, looking at her beauty, adoring her loving charms

Feeling her touching me, caressed by every single kiss, each dream I share with her, truly brings such bliss

She reaches across the ethereal plain, she puts her hand in mine, we are together sharing fleeting moments, which I write about in rhyme

Her kisses rain all over me, they land gently on my skin, it is but just a tender prelude to a night of lust and sin

Passions build up oh so quick, she ignites my wild desires, she sets my pounding heart aflame, she stokes my sexual fires

Moulded within her gorgeous body, like the missing jigsaw piece I fit, now we are a complete picture, sadly it's only for a bit

Soon the Sun will rise and our puzzle will just fall apart, all I'll have will be memories which I'll keep inside my heart

All I hope is soon she'll return, as her piece I'll fit back in, together we can create the perfect picture, it's where my dreams and hopes begin

THE KINKY POET 

The perfect dream

Wrapped with the softest red lace with some curves just showing through, this would begin the perfect dream, if I could direct a dream with you

You'd turn in circles, you'd stroke your tits and bum, teasing from a distance, I'm so ravenous and want to cum

You move a little closer I hear the faint hum from your favourite toy, you push aside your panties and play for your poet boy

You are so fucking wet, you've made a sex puddle on the floor, you lick your juice from your toy and then you play some more

My memory card is getting full, I've taken so many pics, I'm getting very hot and horny, I can't help but lick my lips

Soon I can't wait no more for you, I start to  plead and beg, you move just close enough for me to reach and stroke your leg

My hands run up your red stockings, you have such gorgeous thighs, the moment I reach your wet panties, you let out whimpers and some sighs

My fingers slide passed your lace, I push them deep inside, you spread your legs for me, your Rose is open wide

Soon you are on my bed, your pussy's resting on my face, together we are naked, on the floors there's crumpled lace

I tongue fuck till you cum, I'm covered in your precious juice, then you slide onto my shaft, our passions are wild and loose

Fucking hard and frantically, I've a desperate need to cream, the moment that I explode inside you, it ends my perfect dream

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