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 

The awakening

Blurry eyed you stir, you feel a sexual tingling in your Rose, a tongue flicks around your bud, your wetness starts to grow

You lay back and get comfy, my heads between your thighs, waking you seductively, you release some quiet sighs

Small nips on your legs, I suck hard on your swollen hood, my fingers find their way inside, my digits feel so good

Licking and flicking we start to rise and fall as one, finding the right rhythm that makes you start to cum

Your breathing gets faster, you push yourself into my face, I can hear you moaning, so I start to pick up the pace

Juices running down my chin, I'm drowning in you cum, I eat you with all my might, your awakenings nearly done

You burst out like a tidal wave, your laying alone in a cum soaked bed, your fingers covered in wetness and the poet in your head

What a way to start the day, you give your fingers a long slow suck, now your really horny and there's no you can fuck

THE KINKY POET 

Dream time Queen

I wonder if she's reading this, the Queen from my dream, does she know it's her of whom I write, my special nighttime Queen

Does she see herself in the lines and stanzas that I write, does she know she's the Queen, the girl I crave at night

When she lays in her bed, when it's late and she's alone, does she dream of being the Queen, who inspires poems on my phone

Is there a dream Queen out there, will she find and read my rhymes, will she know she's my inspiration and has been all this time

Or will my poems pass her by, perhaps she'll never find my reads and I'll be left just hoping, as my lonely heart aches and bleeds

Dream Queen hear me as I call out to you deep into the night, find my heartfelt poems, come visit me this night

Come step into my night, come share a wonderous dream, where we can share happiness, please be my dream time Queen

THE KINKY POET 

My word is law

Welcome to my fantasy, where everything goes my way, i get to choose the outfits and the kinky games we play

I pick the venue, decide everywhere from a graveyard to my bed, where every fantasy starts off with, you giving me some head

Where you must do as I command, you must do all the things I say, fulfil all my desires, play how I want to play

Lingerie in abundance, obviously it's mostly Red, well it is my dream coming true, it's taking shape inside my head

You are my submissive, in my dream I am your Dom, you fulfil all my needs, no matter where my needs are from

Whether they be loving, kinky or I might even want a show, no matter what I ask of you, just get set and get ready and go

No need to ask twice, my word are my wanton desires, you must spark my flame, ignite my wishes fires

Fulfil all my sexual needs, come rock me to my very core, step into my fantasy where my word is law

THE KINKY POET 

Pain and sin

I'll bind you up real tight, now I know pain is your favourite game, I'll send it through your body, to excite but not to maim

I've got all the things I need to make this night a thrill, I will spank you with a paddle, I'll try to bend your will

Tease you and please you, I will decide when you shall cum, I'll take my favourite flogger and leave welts upon your bum

Nipple clamps, a ball gag, I'll use hot wax then ice, I've a million pain sensations, all of which are nice

Tied on a bench legs spread wide, a wand vibrating on your clit, you cannot move away, I own your juicy slit

Finger fucking you hard and fast, I'll bite, I'll scratch and claw, everytime you scream out in pain, I'll know you want some more

Juices running down your leg, you've made a sex puddle on the floor, I dip my fingers in it, I now want to taste some more

I force your legs apart, I suck and lap your pussy raw, I'll bite down hard on your inner thigh, I've left my mark for sure

Bruised, battered and truly fucked, we end our night of sin, I wash you, I dry you, take you to bed and tuck you in

Tomorrow you will feel my welts, see the bruises on your skin, reminders of our rough play night, our night of pain and sin

THE KINKY POET 

Battlefield of love

Let's get down and dirty, let's do some bump.and grind, let's get real sleazy, you know the really rough sex kind

Let's share our sweaty bodies, let me go in hard and deep, let me make you so hot and wet, your pussy starts to seep

You suck mine and I'll lick yours, we have a sixty-nine, you can sip from my cock and I'll lap up your wine

Claws out, teeth bared, we both love to leave our mark, desires with no control, ignites our ravenous warcry spark

Clothes strewn about the place, there's been a Tornado in our bed, signs of battle everywhere, leaving images in our heads

Both bodies are battle scarred, marks made from teeth and claw, both hunt for dominance, so we bite and scratch some more

When our sex is a battlefield, no one truly wins the war, it just makes for hard and fast rough sex, it makes me want you more

THE KINKY POET 

Angel or Devil

You may look like an Angel, but you've the devil deep inside, the body of a Goddess, I adore you with such pride

Skin so soft and beautiful, eyes that simply melt my soul, carved by the Gods, you are my precious perfect doll

Every curve goes to heaven, with the perfect Rose hidden between your thighs, just a glimpse of her, fills me with hunger and surprise

A mistress of seduction, you are a mistress of the art, you can steal my soul with your eyes, you already own my heart

Even the simplest kiss, is filled with some magic power, the moment that our lips touch, I am yours to devour

Fire from your fingertips, I'm lost swimming in your eyes, you guide me from your painted lips, to climb between your thighs

Erotic Devil or purest Angel it depends who comes to call, either way you cast your spell, to both sides i give my all

THE KINKY POET