THE KINKY POET

In the dark

They say the other senses are heightened when others are took away, that's why I've got you tied down abd in a Blindfold for this play

You won't see where I an, you'll only be able to smell and hear, until the moment I touch you, you won't even know I'm near

You may smell the hint leather from the riding crop, you may hear me move but that's where all your senses stop

You may smell the candle as the hot wax hit your skin, get a shiver from the ice, as I push a cube right in

Silk scarfs across your body, make your nipples stand erect, the leather tails of the flogger, are used to great effect

Marks on your pretty skin, placed exactly where I choose, knowing you will carry them, when they start to bruise

Ice cubes on your lips, fresh strawberries you may taste, I'll feed you your own cum, not a drop will go to waste

My tongue will lap your pussy, I'll flick and suck your hood, you won't see me coming but you'll know it feels so good

You'll feel my weight upon you, feel my shaft get rammed inside, no vision just the other senses, will help you feel me ride

The taste of my passionate kisses, the sweet smell of my sex, you'll feel each part in turn but never know what's next

All this will touch you, your sexual fires will burn and spark, you'll feel it, smell it, taste and hear it but still kept in the dark

THE KINKY POET

KINKFEST

Let's have a naughty kinkfest, tonight Let's go wild and play, get dressed up, get out all the toys, it's been on my mind all day

Nipple clamps and butt plugs, handcuffs, ropes and some chain, any method to bind you is running through my brain

Try on several kinky outfits, designed to put a smile across my face, school girl, policewoman or my favourite lovely lace

Let's play with the new flogger and I'll spank your clit with the riding crop, leave marks everywhere i go until I'm told to stop

Spread you out on the bed, with a vibrator I'll make you scream, turned on to full power, I want to make you cream

Anal play and rimming I want to take you right up to the edge, then if you me nicely, I might throw you off the ledge

So let's spend the night in play, I want to share with you my very best, let's fuck and play all night long, let's have our own Kinkfest

THE KINKY POET 

Traffic light sex

Yes no, no yes, stop, no make me cum All confusing commands used within a passions throw, perhaps he could you the traffic light system RED for stop, AMBER wait and then it's GREEN  for go

No more misdirection he can no longer get it wrong, you both know what you wants, you're both singing the same song

GREEN is go for it you start off steady nice and slow, you can then pick up speed, for GREEN is the sign to go

Then you get to AMBER this is the colour that's most fun, it leaves you orgasms edge, deciding exactly when and if you cum

Tantalisingly hanging so close, one lick or stroke from a puddle on the floor, you are screaming out for GREEN but he just waits some more

Then he begins to pound so hard, AMBER turns to GREEN, deep fast frantic thrusts you begin to cream

Again and again you cum, he's nailed you to the bed, fucking you until you can't take no more, at last you whimper RED

No more yes no yes there's no more confusion in your bed, you share a understanding using GREEN, AMBER, RED

THE KINKY POET 

Your face

I may want to see you completely naked, I may want you dressed in lace, but the most important thing I need, is to see your face

Yes you are so very sexy, you make my old heart race, of course I want to see your curves but I need to see your face

To see you very beautiful eyes, to see you pretty smile, makes me feel so close to you, if only for a while

Yes the thought of seeing your body fans the flames of my desire, the many dreams I've had of you, ignite my sexual fire

But I want to swim in your those eyes, to look deep inside your soul, to share a real part of you, truly is my goal

To brush my lips upon your lips, to tenderly kiss your cheek, this is the perfect moment, the dream of which I seek

Me and you together your warm breath wafting against my skin, the second before our lips meet, is where my dreams begin

So yes I want to see your body, either naked or wrapped in lace but if I could only have one picture, I'd have to choose your face

THE KINKY POET 

A new toy for a good girl

Because you've been a good girl I'm gonna hang you off this chain, then I'm gonna spank you with a riding crop and cane

The cane is just a warm up before I sting you with the crop, remember if it gets to much, you can always just yell please stop

The leather flap of the crop, will leave its distinctive mark, the pain will bring excitement, your kinky desires it will spark

Feel my love through each swipe my love is wrapped in pain, my passion runs through it sending endorphins through your brain

And when your essence is running wild, when I see the puddle on the floor, then I'll bring out your brand new gift and make you cum some more

I've bought you a flogger, a leather bound Cat 'O' Nine, too wrap around your curvy ass, it will feel sublime

Feel it bite into your flesh, with every single loving lash, your chained up nice and tight, feel free to scream and thrash

Each time it makes contact you'll feel each tails caress, know that i love to bring you pain and pleasure, this smile I can't suppress

Then like on a old Pirate ship, I lay lashes across your back, you scream out in ecstasy as your juice runs from your crack

I see the welts forming they look so pretty on your skin, they'll remind you for days to come, of this night of sin

Once your funishment is over, its time for sweet aftercare, I shower you and pamper you, how I love to brush your hair

I hope you enjoyed your night of pain, it was a gift for you my Queen, I hope the poem made you wet and inspires you to dream

THE KINKY POET 

Resting in my heart

You used to just fill my nights, in my dreams we'd only play, now I can't get you out my mind, now you even fill my day

Whether I'm on my own or busy with my work or play, my mind wanders to you, what more can I say

I imagine touching you, seeing you in my favourite lace, stealing kisses from you, laying face to face

Climbing up your inner thighs, biting to make my mark, it's crazy but allsorts of things makes these passions spark

A little piece of music, a picture of a Rose, even the warm Sun on my face, makes me think of you No matter what's the time or place

I can't concentrate on my tasks, I'm thinking about you all the time, I'm constantly thinking stanzas, to put you into rhyme

It's like you're always with me now, though we're miles apart, you've gone from living in my head, to resting in my heart

THE KINKY POET 

The same two hands

With these hands I pull you in, I hold you throughout the night, keep you safe from all harm, snuggled in so tight

But they are quick to punish you, if you don't do as you're told, to tie you up and spank you, your throat they often hold

Placed on the small of your back to guide you here or there, the first to hold the door for you, to show how much I care

Such tender touches so lightly on your curvy skin, they will lead you to the bedroom for a night of carnal sin

Fingers entwined tightly with yours, in a erotic lovers knot, or running free across you, feeling all the curves you've got

Whether being gentle with you or forceful and quite rough, these hands love to touch you, they cannot get enough

So reach out and grab my hands, they're waiting in your dream, feel the desire they have for you, they're desperate for their Queen

THE KINKY POET 

With or without

Lingerie or naked what would be the view I'd choose, both would have you in it so I guess i couldn't lose

Yes I love the look of sexy soft Red lace,that's a kink inside my head, showing glimpses of your body, whilst dreaming in my bed

Or I could have you naked, I'd get the clearest view, a clear image of your sexy curves, a proper look at you

Naked I'd see your nipples, I'd get a clear view of your Rose, i could see everything from your head down to your toes

But in lingerie there's always something covered up it's a kinda tease, I'd love to have you close dressed up, I'd have you on your knees

Sliding my shaft passed painted lips, your eyes focused on my face, I would hold your shoulders tight, gripping through the lace

So naked or in soft Red lace, either way would do for me, I can hope you send me pictures, I guess I'll have to wait and see

THE KINKY POET 

Punishment or Funishment

Why are we here again, why don't you listen to all the things I say, you ignore all my simple commands and tasks, you simply want to play

Once again you've played with yourself, there's your essence on the bed, I told you no cumming, get it into your pretty head

I gave you permission to touch yourself but don't make yourself fully cum, but judging by your bedding, that's exactly what you've done

How many times have you been across my knee or hung up on the beam, spanking you don't seem to work and the paddle makes you cream

I've tried throwing away your toys, I've even locked you in a cage, all these things seem to do is ignite your sexual rage

Orgasm denial, edging is supposed to keep  you in check, in line, but the moment my back's turned, you're cumming all the time

So get yourself across my knee, it's time for another slap, I swear I see you in this position everyday, it's like you live across my lap

I can see the hand marks showing through lace panties, you've had your punishment, why are you still smiling, I swear it's not some funishment

THE KINKY POET 

Moving pictures

I want to see you in Red lace, seeing glimpses of your curves, I want you to glide around, to see you sway and swerve

Run your hands over your body, I want to watch you stroke your skin, lead me to your bedroom, show me your kinky sin

Slowly take your lingerie off, reach for your favourite toy, lay down on your bed for me, do a show for this poet boy

Let me watch you start to play, I want to see you cum, I want to see you pinch your nipples, watch you slap your bum

Moving pics are better though I love the ones that are still, I adore looking at you in any shape or form and I always will

But videos bring you closer, it almost makes you real, I love to see how you react, to see just how you feel

So in my dreams you send me moving pictures, to watch when I'm alone, videos of my dream girl, sensually moving on my phone

THE KINKY POET