THE KINKY POET

Any moments will do

The Sun begins to fade, we're at the ending of the day, I can't wait to go to bed, it's my time to dream and play

In my dreams is where I play, sharing special times with you, sometimes we just hug and kiss, it's how the dream comes through

It maybe like a babbling brook it meanders nice and slow, passing meadows of green grass, where pretty wild flowers grow

Then sometimes it a raging river, full of passion or a uncontrollable raging fire, a dream where we have kinky sex, full of lust and desire

Whether it is gentle kissing or rough sex with teeth and claws, both are agreeable, as long as I  am yours

I'll take any fleeting moments, I just love you in my head, you make me feel whole again, though I'm crippled in my bed

When I close my eyes I go to a world where I'd love to live, sharing with my dream girl, all the time that we can give

But all the time I know the Sun is trying to start it's day and I'll have to say goodbye and go along my way

Alone again without you but you're in my heart and head, so I will write about you, whilst I'm paralyzed in bed

THE KINKY POET 

Sexual overload

Last night you filled my fantasies, we did some very kinky things, dirty, sleazy and debaucherous with all the joys it brings

The moment I heard you turn the key, as you stepped into the door. I forced myself upon you, calling you my little whore

No time for niceties, I wanted you to be my fuck toy, I'm gonna have my way, I'm a very ravenous, horny boy

Pop goes your buttons, your blouse is torn apart real wide, I couldn't wait for you to take it off, I needed to get inside

There were you gorgeous tits. Wrapped in pretty lace, I popped them out from your bra and stuck them in my face

Sucking hard and biting, I always leave a bruise, a mark, you scream out in ecstasy, your passions start to spark

My hand goes up your skirt, I pull your already damp panties to the side, I get two of my fingers and ram them deep inside

I feel your juices start to flow, we go to the tables ledge, I lift you up onto it, you balance on the edge

I push you flat and finger you, my other hand pulls at your tits, I move my mouth to you, I start to lick and suck your slit

My fingers fight with my tongue, both hungry for your juice, you are grinding in my face, your wildness is let loose

You grab my head and push in tight, you ride and fuck my face, then you scream out so loud as you squirt into my face

I pull up so I can enter you, I see a needy look upon your face, I push my cock into you, it sinks in without a trace

It fits your pussy perfectly, it goes like a hand in glove, the perfect sheath for my sword, sent from the heaven's high above

We begin to fuck hard, you ask to have me take you from behind, I slide my cock in from the back, we do it the doggy kind

Juices running down my leg, I pound your pussy hard and fast, i know I'm close to cumming but I want to make it last

I start to hold off, but you scream you want my cum, so I just pound you hard and with each thrust, I sharpley spank your bum

The like a Volcano I erupt and fill you with my hot wet cream, then sadly I'm awake. Another sexual dream

THE KINKY POET 

The prettiest Rose

She has the prettiest Rose, so soft and warm and wet, it produces the finest nectar, the most delightful flavour yet

Petals so beautiful, they captured my mind and heart, glistening with diamond droplets, when gently spread apart

So close I could touch it, though I know it's just a dream, but it is so very real, well that is how it seems

To feel her velvet petals, to stroke the bud wrapped beneath her hood, oh I wish her Rose was here, I really wish I could

To rest my head upon her thigh, to flick, probe and sip, to drink all her heavenly wine, whilst my fingers take a dip

I would love to suck and bite her, gently on her precious moist bud, when it's filled with her desire, so engorged with erotic blood

I dream of her flower, she has by far the prettiest Rose, I get to play with her throughout the night, then when the Sun comes up she goes

THE KINKY POET 

Your Pinkness

I want to see your Pinkness, the true colour of your Rose, gently part your petals, until your Pinkness simply shows

I want to see her colour, I want to get a picture of the hue, so I know what her inside looks like, when I dream of you

I want to see her wetness, like a Rose covered in morning dew, the wet dripping off your petals, I want a pic of you

A close up of your moist pussy, taken from in between your thighs, so close I can see everything, a feast before my eyes

So close its like i was there, so close my tongue could reach your hood, to feel your juices on my chin, I bet would be so good

Seeing inside your precious Rose, to see and taste your Pink, I know it's a crazy dream but I can't help but think

If I had a picture. the next best thing to being there for real. If it was the only way I'd get up close, I'd surely take that deal

I'd agree to anything, to share a snippet of your Rose, I can't stop thinking of her. My passion for her grows and grows

So late at night in my bed, I have a Rose type dream, you are laid open wide, its the closet to her I've been

THE KINKY POET 

Peach and Lollipop

You can have a suck on my lollipop, if I can eat your Peach, we will have to Sixty-nine, so we both of us can reach

Suck my lollipop how you like, feel free to just let loose, I'm gonna lick your Peach, until I get some juice

I love it when you suck it hard, then when you flick it with your tongue, I love it when I'm eating Peach, I get to see and hold your bum

My god you have a mighty suck, you even swallow all the stick, your Peach tastes delicious, it always does the trick

Later if we play some more, will you please go on your knees, I love it when you suck my lollipop like that, because I love to watch you tease

Then I'll eat your juicy Peach, you can decide your favourite place, I'll get into position, so your Peach gets on my face

Your Peach, my lollipop, our two favourite things to eat, you are my favourite fruit and I'm your favourite sweet

THE KINKY POET 

I'm hungry

I'm so very hungry, I have a serious need to eat, you are what I'm hungry for, to me you really are a treat

I'd put you on your back, hold your ankles spread real wide, then I'd get my head between your legs, then push my tongue inside

I want your wetness, on your pussy I want to dine, feed me my wild desires, your love juice tastes so devine

Grab me hard by the head, push my face into you tight. Force me to tongue fuck you, I'm your pussy slave tonight

Your juice is like a drug to me, I need another hit, so get on your back right now, I need to eat your slit

Nothing tastes as good as you, you're all I want to eat, let me go down on you, I need your pussy's meat

So please don't let me starve tonight, you know I must be fed, bring me my favourite thing, bring your pussy to my bed

THE KINKY POET 

Your gift for me

Babe I've bought you a sexy gift, just you wait and see, it's lingerie of black lace, it's a gift for and me

It will cling to your sexy curves, showing glimpses of your skin, it will also turn me on, it is a double win

You will feel so very sexy, it will surely turn you on and I'll get to know your in it, the moment that your gone

Underneath your little dress, just knowing you're in black lace, really makes me horny for you, can you see my smiley face

Sexy lace on your skin, it will make your nipples hard, I even wrote from me with love on the gift tag card

So come home and get your gift, I want to see you smile, then perhaps after dinner, you could wear it for a while

On further judgement it sounds like this gift seems like it's for me. I really hope it don't feel that way, just try it on and see

I think it's still a thoughtful gift, though it seems to go my way, I bought from deep within my heart, to say I thought of you today

THE KINKY POET 

Wait

I want to make you wiggle, yes I want you to get so wet, just thinking of the poem, you haven't read just yet

The anticipations building, you can feel a stiring down below, your hoping that my stanzas, will make your pussy blow

Will they contain rough sex, or bondage, maybe some role play. Your hoping for all of the above, you want to cum today

Words that turn you on, like ravenous, hunger and desire, key words that flood your mind and sets your night afire

Descriptions of oral sex, you can almost feel the poets tongue, hands running all over you, then some spanking you on the bum

Kisses hard and fast, a hard cock pounds in your slit. You are so hot and horny, you want to stroke you clit

Slide your hand inside your panties, have a little play, what happens if you get caught, what would your colleagues say

I guess you'll have to wait, just put down your mobile phone, tonight you can read my piece, when you're on your own

THE KINKY POET 

Withhold

I love to watch you pacing around the house, full of sexual rage, you are so aggressive like a Tiger in a cage

You know you must not touch yourself it simply is the rule, but hanging on the edge of ecstasy, is also kinda cruel

I took you to the very edge, now you've got the hump, one more little lick. You would've had no need to jump

Pussy throbbing, you can't concentrate on a single task, do you think I'd let you cum, do you dare to ask

How long shall I leave you, I love the way you hop and skip, I could push you over the orgasms edge, instead of leaving on the lip

I slide up close beside you. You hope it's nearly time, for me to give you permission, for that release that's so sublime

I pull you real close to me, I slide my hand between your thighs, instantly you soak the floor, relief is in your eyes

Knees shaking you wobble, at last I decided you could cum, I gently kiss you on the cheek and pat you on the bum

You were a very good girl, but now withhold trainings done today, go clean yourself up, your master wants to play

THE KINKY POET 

Commuter train

Sitting on my morning commute. It's so boring on the train, looking out the window, trying to find anything that occupies my brain

Then came in a Goddess. In a very low cut top and skirt, the moment that I saw her, my mind just went to dirt

We smiled at each other, my mind wandered off again, God I hate Mondays stuck on this shitty train

Then she slowly uncrossed her legs, I couldn't help but stop and stare, I could see her pussy, it was the perfect rose, nicely shaven bare

Oh shit she caught me looking, I could feel the embarrassment set in, she stood up and took my hand, she had a naughty grin

I followed her down the carriage, she pulled me into the loos, she lifted up her short skirt, well What was I to do

I lifted her higher up so when I got on my knees, her pussy was at the perfect mouth height, so I could reach with ease

I skimmed across her petals, then buried my tongue into her Rose, sucking and flicking her wetness, as she dribbled on my nose

Then I stood behind her, I guided myself in from behind, slowly I began to pump, a deep and sensual grind

Then like the train I gathered speed, she began to buck and moan, I even took some pictures, memories on my phone

She came first I followed, I watched her pussy seep with cream, shit and fuck I missed my stop, but what a awesome dream

THE KINKY POET