THE KINKY POET

Fun in the sun

Oh it's bright beautiful sunny day let's go out and play, bring the picnic blanket, for once do as I say

Let's go find a meadow, lay our blanket spread out on the ground, let's go find somewhere private, where no one else's around

Where you shortest summer dress, leave your panties in the car, we could go to that woods, it isn't very far

Lay under the midday sun, share kisses and cuddles on our own, let me take pictures of you pussy on my phone

Make my cock go hard, it looks like an old sun dial, if I asked you nicely, perhaps you'd suck it for a while

Let me drink my favourite juice, it's been warmed up by the Sun, climb up onto my face, I want to make cum

Then spread yourself across me, don't get cum stains on your dress, I love outdoor fucking, but be careful of the mess

Your juice on my face, I'm drowning in your sexual wine, sex running down your thighs, a mixture of yours and mine

Out here in the meadow, you can scream and you can shout, let go your inhibitions because, you know that no one's about

Then once we've fucked in the Sun, we could find a place for dinner, romance and kinkyness, this day could be a winner

THE KINKY POET 

Broken on the floor

Sapiosexual play is fun, I get to play inside your head, imagination is my only limits, though I'm lying in my bed

I can tie you up in the woods, take you hostage in a car, anything is fair game, I can never go to far

Change locations in the blink of an eye, change the outfit that you wear, I just have to think of it and instantly we are there

Endless props and sex toys, they're instantly at my reach, hardcore or romantic, there's no boundaries I can breach

From bedroom to dungeon, from Blindfolded to face to face, I control everything, it makes my heart just pound and race

Use you as my sexual playground, make you my sexual slave, leave you waiting in your cage, desperate to do the things I crave

Desperate to serve me, it truly is your one and only goal, I own you totally, I own every single hole

Your mind soul and body, lives just to make me smile, to take me to a better world, if only for a while

In my Sapiosexual dream world, you make this broken poet whole once more, in this world I'm a man, not just broken on the floor

THE KINKY POET 

Playing in your mind

Resting comfy on your pillow. Snuggled all sleepy in your bed, do you feel the moment, I slide inside your head

I'm sitting quietly in the dark, waiting to play deep inside your mind, whispering depraved and sexual thoughts of the kinky kind

All thoughts grown from seeds I planted, in the words I sent in rhyme, flourishing in your mind late at night, I've ensnared you in a line

Wrapped you up in sexual stanzas, bound by the chains of my desires, you're drawn like moth to flame, into my lusts burning fires

Riveted by my fantasies, you have visions of the things I'd do, if all my dreams were realities and I was there with you

Do you drift off to find me, are you searching for me tonight, do I reach across the ethereal plain, for me to seduce you every night

When you're on your comfy pillow, do you willingly give yourself to me, do you give me all control, letting all your inhibitions to go free

THE KINKY POET 

Here to stay

Sexy and seductive lines pour like honey in your ear, the warmth of anticipation means, your poet must be near

Weaving his words like magic, he casts a sexual spell, you feel your panties dampening, you hope no one can tell

How did he get in your head, it's the middle of the day, he normally waits until bed time, before he comes out to play

Sending vivid pictures of kinky games, like films into your head or sliding in between your thighs when you're in your bed

Sending sensual kisses, creating heaven with his tongue, bringing you to orgasm many times before the night is done

Binding you to your bed, or locking you in a dungeon that's so damp and dark, with walls displaying toys of pain, to make your passions spark

So how did he get in your head, you've got no time to play, is it just a fleeting vist or is the poet here to stay

THE KINKY POET

Ride my face

Spread yourself across my face, ride me hard and fast, I'm gonna lick until the dawn or however how long you'll last

No need for romantic protocol, we both just want to fuck, so climb aboard the orgasm express, it's time to lick and suck

Grind yourself into me, soak my face in your devine love juice, throw your head back, scream my name, let all inhibitions loose

As my tongue flicks your clit, your pussy starts to seep, push yourself down on me hard, take my tongue in deep

The soft feel of your moist pussy's lips, brush across my face, I'm trying not to make you cum, I must control my pace

You're far to nice to rush this play, I do my very best to savour, the delectable taste of your wine, you are my favourite flavour

Oh I so want you badly, the thought of your pussy makes me cream, I hope you'll come visit me tonight, in a new erotic dream

THE KINKY POET 

Tongue master

I want to lick your pussy and read my name inside ýoir thigh, I'm gonna take you to the place, that makes you moan and sigh

Nibble on soft thigh flesh, i want you will be my feast, slowly licking harder, like a ravenous, hungry beast

I deliberately make my trail of bite marks, leading up your leg, teasing your throbbing cliterus, i just love to hear you beg

The art of oral stimulation, to make you beg to cum, but keeping you on the very edge, until I've had my fun

One lick away from paradise, is the story of this game, stopping at that moment, then starting once again

Each flick placed with precision, to take you to the edge, then backing òff just enough to leave you on that ledge

Licking flicking diving in to go slow or lap your pussy faster, these are the edging skills, honed by a true tongue master

THE KINKY POET 

I need you here

Oh it's very late at night, I so want you by my side, with your pussy hungry for me and your legs spread open wide

Ready to do my bidding, be my playground and my slave, here to be my sexual plaything to do anything that I crave

To take me deep inside your throat, leave your lipstick on my wet foreskin, make love to me with your mouth, fill my night with sin

Sucking licking flicking your tongue knows some sexy magic trick, you bring it all to bare sucking on my dick

Kissing hard you move up, I can see your soaked red panties lace, you tear them off with gusto as you climb onto my face

My mouth buried in your sex, your wetness drowns my face, the more you drip over me, the more I lick with pace

You spin around on top of me, we're having a sixty-nine, I'm eating your pussy hard, just like your sucking mine

Oh fuck I need you here to make real the things imagined in my head, I'm so lonely laying here I write poetic fantasies instead

THE KINKY POET 

Shower power

I'm here to help you wash, just sit across my hungry lap, whilst the water runs on us, I give your ass a playful slap

Water tumbles over all your body, it traces every curve, it makes your nipples harden, as it seduces every nerve

Naked sat across me with legs spread so very wide, I can feel your pussy's lips moving as you glide

I soap all down your body, from your front down to your back, I save my favourite bit to last as I reach down to your crack

I slide my hand under you, the water temperature feels just right, I've never been as close to heaven as I am tonight

I soap you pussy gently, with your juice I slide right in, that's when a shower turns to sex and my path to heaven must begin

Touching, searching, kissing, I taste pure honey from your lips, I put in another digit, into your hungry cunt it slips

Soon you are breathing hard, you reach down and pull me out, I was devastated but before I could moan or shout

You took my shaft with your wet hand and slide it in real deep, you slowly began to grind on me, i could feel your juices seep

Head tossed back moaning loud, your orgasms you can't hide, faster and harder you pound me, you take me for a ride

Soon we come together, we've been in here well passed a hour, I guess that's what happens when your naked and we share a shower

THE KINKY POET 

Wild desires

Hungers fires burn fierce, somewhere deep inside of me, it's sending out a messege, i hope you hear my plea

Can you feel the need in me, it's calling out your name, desperate to bring you here to me to play a kinky game

My heartbeat gets faster, like a stallion running free of reins, your pounding around my body, I feel you in my veins

My desire getting wilder, I'm close to losing all control, its eating at my very core, I feel you in my soul

I can almost feel your body, I imagine I'm drinking your pussy's wine, I swear I can feel you on my lips, your pussy feels devine

I can almost feel your nipples, they're hardening to my touch, feel the warmth of your inner thighs when I'm buried in your crutch

The body heat is so intense, I feel like my nights on fire, a inferno started from a spark, ignited by my wild desires

THE KINKY POET 

The Reneè saga continues 

Lori's nighttime visit

There's a knock at the door one night it's Lori at the door, I tell her Reneè's out, but she said it's him she's looking for

She was in a long mack, Ron invited her to come inside, he turned around to see her coat was opened wide

She was wearing soft Red lace, stockings and high heels, Ron's heart began to pound, she knew just how he feels

Red lace was his major kink, it's the one thing he can't resist, if he had to choose his favourite things, Red lace would top the list

She explains she wanted one night alone, a night where she didn't have to share, Ron asked about Reneè, Lori Said Reneè didn't care

She said that's why she'd gone out tonight, to make sure he was all alone, she showed him the arrangements, she had the messages on her phone

Ron moved in closer, he slipped her coat on to the floor, he kissed her roughly, he called her a dirty whore

Soon they were in the throws of passion, he fingered her through the lace, she pushed him on the bed and climbed onto his face

She loved all the attention, her juices soaked his face, Ron drank every drop, as he tongued her cunt at pace

Then she moved around, she slid his shaft in hard and deep, Ron began to fuck her hard, towards orgasm they both did creep

Claw marks on his chest, balanced out by bite marks on her thigh, a night filled with kinky sex, they shared a sexual high

The moment she cum, within a few thrusts Ron had done the same, Lori pulled her coat on and said she can't remain

With that she turned away, she headed out the door, all that left were dirty sheets and Red lace panties on the floor

THE KINKY POET