THE KINKY POET

Playtime treat

Tonight come and scratch my flesh, use your sharpened claws, tonight you can mark my skin, instead of me marking yours

Dig them in hard and deep, I want to see bruises on my skin, use me and abuse me, let's have a night of sin

Let me be all you desire, I want to be your kinky toy, do with me all you crave, I'm your nasty poet boy

Bring all your dirty playthings tonight you are  in charge, the only rule is no strap ons, especially that large

Beat me, bite me, claw me, do anything just make me cum, everything belongs to you but no playing with my bum

You can slap it, you can bite it, leave reminders of the night, just no fucking me in the ass, just leave it nice and tight

This is your special night, I'm now kneeling at your feet, make the most of being in charge. Enjoy this playtime treat

THE KINKY POET 

Steal your heart

With every line I send out across the void, I'm aiming at your heart, trying to bring you closer, though we're miles apart

Each stanza makes the net, cast out to make you mine, words sent to wrap you up, they are like seductive twine

Small snippets of hopes and fantasies are used by me as bait, titbits of honey, sent out to seal your fate

Poems sent to melt your heart, coming from my lonely bed, planting my seeds of desire, to blossom inside your head

So when alone you think of me, it builds up the heat within your skin, when you start to touch yourself, it's me your letting in

My hands that are touching you, my tongue lapping at your moistened hood, my cock sliding deep inside of you, it's me that feels so good

My poems are really me in words, so we are close but worlds apart, designed to make you feel adored and special, designed to steal your heart

THE KINKY POET 

The magic switch

Tonight in my dream I was given a gift, it was the switch of full control, it gave me the ability to turn you into my sexual doll

With a flick of the button I could change the outfit that you wore, anything from a demure lady to a sleazy whore

Do I have you tied hanging up, or spread Eagle on the bed, the only limits there are tonight are the limits in my head

With this switch I can fulfil all the sexual fantasies I crave, keep you locked up in a cage, like a full blown sexual slave

Put you in a pretty collar, I could take you for a walk, your eyes always on the floor, waiting for my say before you talk

The switch can change your hair style put make up on your face, no need to guess the lingerie, you'd be in Red lace

All this at a single flick of this magic switch, I could put us in a car but truly I don't need this gift, because you're perfect as you are

I don't want complete control, I want my dream girl as she is, I'd just love to see her every night, to me that would be bliss

So thank you for the magic switch but I don't need to have control, she's already everything I need, my loving dreamy doll

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