THE KINKY POET

Inspired to rhyme

I'm gonna steal your new panties and get between your thighs, I'm hungry for your pussy and her juices makes me sigh

I'll kiss your neck and bite your flesh, run my tongue around your tits, making your panties damp, from the wetness of your slit

I put my face close to you, i can smell the fragrance of your Rose, watching the damp patch appear, I can feel you with my nose

I slide your lace panties to the side, I slide my tongue inside, the moment my tongue tastes your juice, my eyes just open wide

The fruity juice rolled down my tongue, it was delicious and tasted so devine, I couldn't lap you quick enough, I was love drunk on your wine

My Goatee was covered in your sex, your juice dripped down my chin, just a look of your new panties, made me want to dive right in

So I've drunk from your Chalice, took pictures of you in your underwear, so I can relive this perfect night, when you're no longer there

So thank you for wearing new lingerie, you look so fucking good, I'll  buy you new panties, I guess I really should

A small price to pay to drink from you and make your wet panties mine, I'm so happy with them, it's inspired me to rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Lingerie train

Oh I'm so excited, I've seen you've bought new lingerie, I hope I get some pictures or even better get to play

Oh I hope it's my favourite thing, something made of lace, just the thought of you wearing some, makes my heart just race

Seeing it on your curves, with a glimpse of your soft and sexy skin, makes me want to drag you off, for a night of sin

I want to run my hands over you, feel your new outfit, starting at your delicious tits and ending at you yummy slit

My minds going crazy, I've got you in lingerie on the brain, there's no stopping it, I'm on your sexual train

Non stop to orgasm station, full speed inside my head, I'm on this sexual runaway train, whilst I'm here in bed

I can't think of nothing else, see what you do to me, put me out my misery, please put it on and let me see

Take me on the lingerie train, throttle open for full speed, take me to my fantasy, do I really have to plead

THE KINKY POET 

Stolen by the Sunrise

I woke up this morning knowing that I'd be on my own, left with memories of last night's dream, to write about on my phone

Snippets of romance, glimpses of the time we shared, the magic of dreaming, when for no one else we cared

A time when there was you and I, not another person in the world, we shared each passing moment and watched as dreams unfurled

Skin on skin we laid so close, we moulded into one, sharing every heartbeat and breath, waiting for the Sun

Kisses pass such passions, our desires burn so bright, each kiss ignites a fire, that keeps us warm tonight

Oh why does the Sun come up, I hate the Sun each day, it creeps in on the brink of dawn and steals my girl away

Again I'm left all alone, just a poet with a rhyme and broken heart, who knows he must spend the day, with a dream that's torn apart

But as I watch the Sun go down, I begin to slowly smile, I know it's time to try and sleep and share you for a while

THE KINKY POET 

My seed

You won't need your panties they'll be a waste of time, the moment that I get to you, your pussy will be mine

Your Rose is all I've thought about, every minute of today, I'm ravenous to eat you, I desperate for some play

I hope you're in a short skirt, I don't want no fuss no fight, I want easy access to your moist pussy on this night

My cock is rampant in my pants, I can feel the fucker throb, you better be on your knees, getting ready to suck my nob

I'm gonna have my way with you, feel free to claw and bite, I'll carry my sex battle scars proudly but you know I'll win this fight

So prepare to be taken hard, I'm gonna take you hard and rough, I'm gonna use you as my fuck toy, until I've had enough

I got to get inside of you, I have this wild and crazy need, spread you legs and get prepared to be filled up with my seed

THE KINKY POET 

Wishes and kisses

Though your so far away, your always on my mind, sometimes it's naughty but it's always of the loving kind

I only wish the best for you, I mean that with all my heart, I carry you with me always, we're never truly be apart

No matter how your days going, when things are getting tough, remember I'm here for you, to me you are enough

You are my Sunshine, you are my very perfect Rose, nothing would stop me loving you, my love for you just grows

Every morning I think of you, then I do the same at night, I hope that when I close my eyes I dream of holding you real tight

Throughout the day i think of you, it seems your always in my head, you mean the world to me, so I send rhymes to you instead

Telling you you're special, of sharing time with you I wish. Sending you all my love, wrapped within a kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Brand new day

My nights are spent writing, sexual fantasies of me and you, scenarios where we're together in a world that's made for two

Stanzas full of fantasy, sharing all our kinky dreams, from bondage to dress up, to me feasting off my Queen

Scenarios of passion, that leaves you dangling on orgasms edge, you begging for the extra stroke, to push you off the ledge

Sex toys, ropes handcuffs and chain, to keep you under my control, your body is my playground, I own your very soul

You wearing what I choose, you seem to wear a lot of lace, just the very thought of it brings a smile across my face

Maybe an abduction, thrown into the boot of a strangers car, not knowing what's happening next but you know you've travelled far

You put on a slow striptease, you give me the slow reveal, you love my admiration, when you're oozing sex appeal

In my kinky dreams and my poetry my limits have no bounds, I have control of everything, i decide on all the sights and sounds

Every dream we share is perfect, but always ends the same sad way, you are then gone and I'm alone to start a brand new day

THE KINKY POET 

Slow reveal

One button at a time, you've got to love a slow reveal, seeing flesh exposed inch by inch, has such sex appeal

With every button that's undone, you get to see some more, slowly watching garments drop onto the floor

That distinctive sound of a full length zip, pulled down real slow, the anticipation of what's underneath, what might be next on show

Your beating faster the more you get to see their skin, one button closer, towards your night of sin

Of course once the outer garments are shed, my heart begins to race, if I've been a good boy, you'll be in Red lace

Don't rush this part the stockings must come off slow, its like a sexy striptease, you put on a fantastic show

Click goes the Red lace bra clip, your tits are in plain view, you move closer too me, you know just what to do

You slide out your panties, your standing in the nude, you can see I'm horny, you've got me in the mood

The art of seduction, practiced with such sex appeal, mesmerized by the movements of your sexy slow reveal

THE KINKY POET 

Ice cream fun

Watching you eat that Ice cream some goes on your chin, I instantly have a night planned of kinky Ice cream sin

You're naked on the bed, you're tied down nice and tight, I've a table full of cold things, it's sensation play tonight

I reach for a ice cube, I place it just above your hood, knowing the ice water will run down, I know it will feel so good

Your orders are not to move, you must not make a sound, try to lay very still, you must not move around

I put a Ice cube to my mouth, I let it freeze my lips, then I kiss your neck and mouth, by doing frozen little dips

I run the ice cubes on your nipples, I hear you gasp for air, I leave them on you, I can't help but to stop and stare

Now for the fun part, I get a soft whipped Ice cream out, I spread it on your body, you start to moan and shout

You look like a delicious treat, good enough to eat, I start to feast off you, you're my sexy kinky sweet

Ice cream on your nipples, your pussy juice runs hot then cold, you can't help to thrash around, though you have been told

I go to the freezer, I retrieve your dildo made of glass, I run it around your curves, I rub it on your ass

Your breathing gets fast and heavy, but I won't let you cum, I'm still playing Eskimo sex and won't stop till I'm done

The coldness of our implements, mixed with your bodies heat, sends you into overdrive, from you head down to your feet

Warm pussy and a ice cold tongue, moulded into one, your body defrosts my hungry tongue, like the noon day Sun

I cover my cock in Ice cream, I get close so you can suck, you know once you've cleaned my dick, it'll be time to fuck

Hungrily you clean my cock, you have a  masterful gorgeous tongue, a lick here a flick there, a few sucks it is done

I move in between you thighs I bite my way to your hole, making sure I leave my mark, it shows I own your soul

Deep pounding thrusts, we are covered in your juice and cream, I start to pick up pace, I want to hear you scream

You call my name loud and clear, that will  make me cum, you bury your claws in me, I feel you scratch my bum

You're filled with my seed, the sheets are in a state, a night full of Ice cream fun, it was a fun filled date

THE KINKY POET 

Dress up
 
I wonder what she'll wear today, I love our Special day, she puts on a special outfit and then I get to play.
 
Will it be a policewoman, a nurse or a saucy nun, will it be princess Leia with her hair up in a bun.
 
Will she be in latex, or wearing sexy slinky lace, I really hope its crutchless, so she can sit upon my face.
 
Batwoman, Wonder woman, Supergirl who knows, she could be anyone, with a change of clothes.
 
Red leather, high heels, a whip or long and bendy cane, a teacher who punishes, oh let me take the blame.
 
School girls, mistresses, the choice is yours to make, pick an outfit carefully, or it will look too fake
 
Dressed like a Goddess or tied up in a bow, every outfit is a birthday gift, but no one else must know.
 
Prim and proper, in dresses made of silk or slutty like a hooker, she gorgeous in everything she wears, to me she's such a looker.
 
Perhaps she is a solider or in a suit like in a bank, sadly I am paralyzed so in my mind I wank.
 
But I love her for giving me sights and the dreams inside my head, I use them when I'm all alone, just laying in my bed.

THE KINKY POET 

My yearn

By the time you realise I'm there it will be to late, I'm on the hunt for you, it was your curves that sealed your fate

I saw you as you went by, I couldn't believe my eyes, from that very moment, I wanted what's between your thighs

You were in a Summer dress, your silhouette was plain to see, you were so very sexy, I wanted you for me

Your gorgeous eyes, your painted lips, you had the prettiest smile, I wanted to spend sometime with you, even if only for a while

You didn't know I was on your train, I just blended in the crowd, I followed you at a distance, but my footsteps seemed so loud

I dived in a book store, I was sure you saw me on the prowl, now the hunt was truly on, inside I felt a growl

Like a hungry predator in the wild, I slowly stalk my prey, waiting for that moment, to make you my meal today

Then you made that one mistake, you went where it was secluded and quite dark, this was my moment, my attack was in full spark

In a second I had you up the wall, I fucked you from behind, it was a ravenous attack, the really frenzied kind

It was an inevitable success, we both knew I'd get my way, after we kissed and went on home, I love our hunting play

I know you love the stalking, not knowing when I'll attack, I'm keeping your panties as a hunting trophy, though I've already got a stack

Tomorrow I get to choose the game, I might dress you in Red lace, walk you around on a leash, then sit you on my face

Or Red lace lingerie and a long coat, go outside for a public fuck, sex in the shopping mall, we might get seen, with any luck

Today we played your hunting fantasy, tomorrow it's my turn, so many fantasies to choose from, for which one do I yearn

THE KINKY POET