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 

First blossom

Dewy petals lay before me, I'm desperate to take a sip, I move in a little closer, i place her petals to my lip

Her softness is so beautiful, she has the scent of a Rose, I'm now close enough, she's brushing on my nose

I begin to kiss her gently, like I was kissing a tender cheek, I slide apart her petals, to take a little peek

Glistening before me, her bud covered in her essence draws me in, she looks like a innocent, who's never tasted sin

My tongue breaks her virtue, she has now been had by sin, from Angel to Devil her transformation can begin

With each lap innocence falls away, this was after all her first time, she could tell by my tongues technique, it wasn't mine

Honoured she gave me her flower, I didn't rush, I took my time, making a memory to cherish, the night I made her mine

THE KINKY POET 

The scent of a Rose

I want to stroke your petals, I want to smell your rose, I want to brush it with my lips, to pluck it I suppose.

I'd love to push her petals wide, to see your bud within, to take my tongue and tickle her, to let the fun begin.

To slowly flick her on the tip, slowly suck around her edge, to make her so full of bloom, to push her off the ledge

Then just like a honey bee, your nectar I must drink, watch her as she opens up, with control you make her wink.

Kissing on your inner thigh, I can see your flower shine, I pull you down on to me, it's time to make her mine.

You take me in your garden, i slide into your flower bed, you rise and fall above me, yours placed beside my head.

Grinding down my manhood, only stopping at my balls, you flower sucks along my shaft, to you I give my all.

Your pussy takes in all I have, I wish that there was much more, then you get off and turn around, we ain't done this before

I go to gently slide it in you, " No not there I want it in my bum, I want to have some anal, before I get to cum".

Using your own flowers juice, I make it nice and wet, tightening muscles peel back my skin but I'm not ready yet

My mind is doing overtime thoughts running through my head, I came to smell your pretty Rose, now I'm playing in your shed.

Soon I feel your body tense, I feel you're about to cum, I slowly pull my dick out, from deep inside your bum.

I lay you down in front of me, we're fucking face to face, I see your smile of ecstasy as I begin to pick up pace.

I can feel you cuming, I push faster till you're done, I pull my cock out and start to pull my seed lands on your tum.

Now we are both laying there, our gardening day is through, thank for the sweetest Rose, this poem is for you

THE KINKY POET 

Thinking of you

No matter what's the distance, we're never too far apart, you are always on my mind and live inside my heart

You're the first thing I think of, the moment I open up my eyes, just thinking of you, fills my breath with the sweetest sighs

When it's time to go to sleep, I close my eyes shut tight, hoping when i drift off, I'll dream of you that night

Dreaming we'll be together, our bodies blended into one, stealing fleeting moments, until I lose you to the sun

Kisses shared between us, tongues locked in a erotic dance, my eyes fixed upon you, I'm caught up in a trance

My hands map your body, your juice is mine to taste, I sip from your fountain, not a drop must go to waste

So when you are about your day, know one thing is true, out there across the void there's a poet, who always thinks of you

THE KINKY POET