THE KINKY POET

Bedtime story

Get yourself comfy, let me just tuck you into bed, I'm gonna tell you a Bedtime story, I've got inside my head

Rest your pretty head on your pillow, snuggle down real deep, close your eyes tightly as inside your head I creep

We are on a soft sandy beach, the Sun warms us as we walk, hand in hand along the shore, we laugh as we both talk

Then I turn you to face me, I'm lost inside your smile, I pull you in to kiss you but only for a while

We slide down onto the sand, the sea brushes at our feet, having you to myself, truly is a treat

I slide off your bikini, your nipples harden in the salty breeze, I play with them in my fingers, I pull them and I tease

I slide my hands between your legs, I love your gorgeous thighs, I move up then I find a wet and warm surprise

You pull me on top of you, we keep time as the sea runs to shore, we make love so tenderly, we couldn't ask for more

I can see you've drifted off, on a beach is where you sleep, I gently kiss you on the head, then out your room I creep

THE KINKY POET 

A name for each occasion

You may call me Daddy or Sir, to me it's just a name. I could be your master, if we were in some kinky game

Me giving you things to do, I'd have you as my own sex slave, doing all the things I like, fulfilling all I crave

You could be my Princess, or Daddy's special little girl, then we could play scenarios and let each dream unfurl

I'd tell you to take pictures of yourself, perhaps whilst in a park, wearing no panties to make my desires spark

Dress you up in role play things, a school girl would be fun, I'd put you across your Daddy's knee, I'd stroke and spank your bum

Have you knelt before me, put my cock passed your painted lips, so I can watch you suck me, whilst you hold my hips

Tie you down with silk scarfs, spread you open wide, climb in between your thighs and push my cock inside

So you can call me anything, I'd be your Master, Sir of Dad, I'd be anything you need of me, I want to make you wet and glad

THE KINKY POET 

Kisses for stars

I'd  like to give you a single kiss for each star up in the sky, it may take a lifetime but I'd give the quest a try

Reach out across the void, place my moistened lips on you, feel free to kiss me back. I really hope you do

Our lips mould together. Our desires blend as one. I won't stop kissing you, until this special task is done

Our tongues fight for dominance, they do an erotic dance, I'm lost held within your arms, you have me in a trance

From soft tender kisses, to kisses full of a hot desire, just staring into your eye's ignite a sexual fire

Now I want to pull you close, feel you pressed against my skin, perhaps just a single kiss, could start a night of sin

Would you risk a single kiss. Though we're miles apart, whilst I'm kissing you, I might just steal your heart

THE KINKY POET 

A CAUTIONARY TALE

Tables turned

When I was a foolish lad, I knew all the things I had say, to get a girl into bed, so i could have my way

Promise them the moon and stars, tell them they are the only one, then I was gone like a rocket, the moment the deed was done

Showering them with compliments, tell them they look so fine, treat them like they were Queens but to me they just lines

Catch one with my bait, they were quite easy for me to hook, but even before I landed them I was already on the look

Looking for my next conquest, I enjoyed a one night stand, nothing deep and meaningful, just relief from that night's rand

Breaking hearts wherever I went, no thought for the tears they've shed, as long as I got my way and they got in my bed

Now I'm old and so much wiser, I'm sad and all alone, all I have are memories and dreams made up on my phone

How I wish I could turn back time, knowing all the things I've learned, now I'm the lonely one, oh how the tables turned

THE KINKY POET 

Cold steel

How do you like the feel of cold steel, are the cuffs done up to tight, you look hot in that red lace, it will be fun tonight

I've got somethings planned, I'm gonna do all the things I crave, nipple clamps and ball gags and even butt plugs, if your feeling brave

I've bought some silk scarfs, and feathers to stroke across your skin, loads of sensations for you, so where shall we begin

First I'll take pictures, then I'll slip your Blindfold on, you won't know where I am or where I'm coming from

The only way you will know is when you feel my touch, like when my hand runs up your thigh going for your crutch

I want to feel your wetness, dish out some erotic pain, send lots of endorphins, running through your brain

Spread you onto tippy toes, so I can eat your pussy raw, bite and suck your Rose bud, then lap at it some more

Slide my shaft deep into you, I love to fuck you from behind, I love to hold your gorgeous tits, your body blows my mind

Spank you, fuck you hard, oh how I wish this dream was real and you were in my Dungeon, handcuffed in cold steel

THE KINKY POET 

Doctor Sin

Good morning madam could you just slip into this gown, don't worry it won't hurt, there's no need to frown

Put your legs into the stirrups, they keep your legs spread wide, I'll just pop on some latex gloves and take a feel inside

I've done this many times before, I'll check that it's alright, my god may I say madam, your pussy feels so tight

You may feel some thrusting, I've got to get right in, I'll lubricate my fingers, then I'll jump right in

Try to relax, the more relaxed the quicker we'll be done, I'm just going to reposition you, I'll move you with your bum

Now this might feel a little strange, but I'm gonna stroke your clit, just to see it's working and it juices up your slit

Yes you seem to get real wet, it would be a shame to let it waste, so I'm gonna move in closer and steal a little taste

Now your wet and your legs are spread, I've just one last test to do, I'm gonna take my meat injection and put it into to you

Then I'm gonna pound the shit out of you, your gonna be filled by my doctor seed. Then next week you must come again, a follow up is what you'll need

Well that's the visit over, get dressed then come back through, I hope you liked your fantasy, I did it just for you

THE KINKY POET 

Killer move

By wearing that sexy Red lace, you think that will make me stay, by flirting all around me I won't go to work today

Standing in front of me giving glimpses of your skin, will make me phone in sick or simply not go in

I can see you touch yourself, of course I'd like to stay but I've an important meeting and it's scheduled for today

Put away the sad eyes, my god please don't use the pout, you know that's my Kryptonite, tonight I'll take you out

I'm trying to get ready, I can't seem to find my other shoe, stop looking innocent, I know it's down to you

Babe get off the table, I'm trying to eat my breakfast cereal, it's hard when you've spread your legs, showing me your all

Fuck this you win, I give in, I'll go and phone in sick but the moment I put the phone down, you better suck my dick

Yes, yes you got your way, you can take the grin right off your face, you knew you'd played the killer move, by wearing soft Red lace

THE KINKY POET 

I'm your Sapiosexual lover

Whilst you on your own at night, I'll come creeping into your head, planting seeds of kinkyness, from here inside my bed

Scenarios and fleeting images, will go rushing through your mind, sleazy, sexy or romantic, thoughts of every kind

My whispers will ensnare you, you'll get that ache starting down below, the yearning your body makes, your hands move too and throw

Reaching out across the void, you hunger for my touch, you imagine my head nestled deep inside your crutch

You are getting hotter, my word seeds, they start to grow, your orgasm starts blossoming, it builds up nice and slow

My words are going down on you, they start to lap your juice, each line kinkier than the one before, your desires running loose

My words sent to you in the night, as poems they're like no other, not only am I your erotic poet, I'm your Sapiosexual lover

THE KINKY POET 

To Sir with love

Something come through the post today, it was a great surprise, a sealed bag with your panties in, with a note inside

It read here is a gift for Sir, forgive me they are damp but the last poem that I read, made my pussy clamp

I made sure the pair I wore were of the softest reddest lace, I know that's Sir's favourite and would bring a smile onto your face

I hope they are still damp, I mailed them straight away, I got them really nice and wet, i wore them whilst at play

You should have a little feel, I hope my smells still sweet, I hope Sir likes his gift, I sent it as a treat

Once you've smelt my sex, felt how they're nice and damp, you should know what your poems do and how hard they make me clamp

So enjoy them my special gift and I hope you like the poem wrote above, sent across the universe and delivered to Sir with love

THE KINKY POET 

Hum and moan

Rolling passed your bedroom, I hear a low hum and a moan, I wonder what you're doing, as I know you're on your own

I slowly turn the door handle, I push it open just a crack, you're laying naked on your bed, stretched out on your back

You knees are bent up, you've got something between your thighs, you're playing with a huge vibrator, I can't believe my eyes

Mesmerized as you play, you think you're all alone, but I'm quietly taking video clips on my mobile phone

Deep slow rhythmic thrusts followed by a good hard pound, you are really going for it, you think no one is around

I don't know what came over me but I just had to see some more, I took a real deep breath and pushed upon the door

You didn't even miss a heartbeat, you were gonna cum, I sat there silently until the deed was done

I wasn't sure what to do, I thought I'd probably better go, I was just about to leave, when you said, did I like the show

Blushing I said yes, I told you it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, that made you giggle, you began to beam

She told me when she was playing I was the one who's on her mind, she's had a real thing for me, of the sexy kind

We've been roommates for so long, still I had no real idea, that you fancied me and all this time you were oh so near

From friends we became lovers, we're both no longer on our own, I'm so grateful for the day, I heard that hum and moan

THE KINKY POET