THE KINKY POET

Thank your poet

Two fingers on your button, you're naked on your back, playing slowly with the hood, it's just inside your crack

Pulling, flicking, dancing, your juices really start to flow, you push your fingers in so deep, desires begin to grow

Your mind wonders to a scenarios, being tied up or forced into giving head, or dressed up as a slave, chained down on a bed

Being taken by force, a hand choking you as you fuck, or being forced to take all of his cock, gagging whilst you suck

Dressed in a school girls outfit, across your headteachers knee, him spanking you real hard, ignoring your "I'm innocent plea"

Chained in a damp dark dungeon, or locked up in a cage, held there as a captive, to him you're just a kept sex slave

All these thoughts have brought you closer, you've nearly finished off your wank, remember for all those fantasies, it's your poet you should thank

THE KINKY POET 

Just one night

Make love to me like you mean it, don't use me like a toy, place your loving arms around me, pretend I'm your only boy

Kiss me like I'm the only man, the one only ever to taste your kiss, act like it's the first time, like you've saved yourself for this

Spread your legs reluctantly like I'm about to take your flower, act like I'm the chosen one, like you've given me the power

When I run my hands on your curves, release some tender sighs, make me believe I'm the first, to touch between your thighs

The first to touch your sacred place, the only man to drink your wine, oh to be that special man, now that would be devine

Be the first to hold you, to share your sweet surprise, be the first to pull you in, to be mesmerized by your eyes

Convince me I'm the first, pretend I have earned the right, to make love to you for the first time, if only for tonight

THE KINKY POET

The best

I reach across and slowly stroke your sexy skin, you smile and scootch over, my favourite dream's about to begin

Laying there skin to skin, my eyes track your body, starting at your thighs, I slowly move up your body, until I meet your eyes

You smiled and pulled me in, we slowly start to kiss, sharing a night with you, would bring me so much bliss

Running my hands across you, my fingers find your sacred place, I spread your petals gently, my heart begins to race

Skimming across your hood, I then push myself in deep, you let out a low groan, your pussy starts to seep

Your body was my playground, I did all I wished that night, after we showered together, then I held you tight all night

Laying there in my arms, having your head upon my chest, really is my favourite dream, in fact it is the best

THE KINKY POET 

Give myself to you

I'm kneeling here before you, I know what I must do, I've come to.pay you homage and give myself to you

I've come to offer myself, before you ask, yes I've thought it through, I realise to carry on my journeys path, I must give myself to you

Hand over all control, allow you to choose each thing I do, so I bow down before you now and I give myself to you

Use me as you see fit, I'll be honest, faithful and true, you will be my only master, because I give myself to you

Pic out my daily wear, you may decide all the tasks I do, I give you total obedience, I give myself to you

I'll wear whatever you wish, any colour from White to Blue, pick anything you want me in, because I give myself to you

My heart is yours, my body's yours my soul is yours it's true, all these things you now own, because I give myself to you

So take care of my fragile heart, be kind in all you do, prove me that I was right when I gave myself to you

THE KINKY POET 

Dream girl's kiss

Oh to have that single chance for her lips to brush on mine, to share that tender moment, would truly be sublime

Soft and gentle pressure as we accustom to our styles, do you lead or do I, I guess it takes a while

Mouths opened slightly, my tongue slides in to look for yours, hoping for a sword fight, I'm hungry to just explore

Passion starts so slowly, then with a firey burst they just ignite, a prelude to the passions, we will share tonight

Tongues fight for control, like to master swordsman we're at war, both trying hard to win, both have never faced defeat before

Lips pushed hard together we begin to mould as one, we move in perfect synchronicity, until the morning Sun

Oh it would be wonderful, it would bring me so much bliss, if I has just the one chance to feel my dream girl's kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Dream girls gone away

Wandering through my dreams, I wonder where you are, it seems I can't find you, it's like your not near or far

Only empty spaces are found in the land we played, there's a cold and empty space, in the bed once where my dream girl laid

Slipped through my fingers just like the sands of time, now my dreams are empty, where once the girl was mine

Tears lay on my pillow, my heart cracks and seems to break, I must learn to live with, new pain and its heartache

But i guess that's how life goes, it's full of twists and turns and man don't always get what they want, no matter how he yeans

All I can do is hope the best for her, I pray she gets all she needs and her path with a new dreamer, really does succeed

So tonight I will rest my head, knowing I will dream alone, left to lament and write poetry on my mobile phone

THE KINKY POET 

Work of art

I gently kiss your petals, I've made my way up your inner thigh, she looks like a lovely Rose, she's such a cutie pie

Lips folded delicately, her bud hid inside her hood, your pussy is a work of art, it really looks that good

It was like the finest sculpture, carved with a masters skill, I could look at her all day long, I'd never get my fill

Her petals were so soft and smooth, as I kissed your sacred Rose, she had the sweetest perfume, it wafted up my nose

Juice was glistening on her petals, just like the morning dew, I sipped up her delicious wine, as my tongue made love to you

I took myself some pictures, to inspire the poet in me to write, to put your Rose into stanzas, when I'm writing late at night

My dream girl you have the perfect Rose, you have a work of art between your thighs, the first time I glanced at it, I could not believe my eyes

THE KINKY POET 

Marks upon your skin

Bite you, spank you, claw you, I've got to mark the scene, I must leave some reminders on the places where I've been

Claw marks and gouges, bruises, welt marks from where you took some whips, tie marks on your wrists, pressure marks on your hips

Nip marks up your legs, like tracks along your inner thighs, all placed strategically, they're only for your eyes

Your skin marks so easily, I just love to leave my stamp, I know you love the pain it gives, it always makes you damp

So when you go about your day, you may feel a little sore, it's because you carry reminders of our kinky night before

The bruises paint pretty colours, as they change throughout the day, all the colours of a rainbow, showing where I was at play

You stroke your marks tenderly, the pain is still devine, just loving reminders of last night, when you were truly mne

THE KINKY POET 

The Witching hour

Finally you are sitting on your bed, you've just had a shower, it's been such a long busy day and it's near the Witching hour

You dry yourself slowly, then rub body lotion on your skin, as you stroke your nipples, your mind starts to think of sin

Your nipples have hardened instantly, you can't resist a little tweet, the pain rushes through you, it gives the thrill you seek

You lay down on your bed, your hands know where to go, touching, stroking, feeling, your juices start to flow

Legs open without command, fingers hunt your sacred place, dancing circles on your bud, puts contentment on you face

Fingers do their magic work, orgasm washes over you, the feeling is so delicious, you decide to try for two

One hand on your pussy, with the other you claw your thigh, knowing that will leave a mark, makes you let out a sigh

Tomorrow when the morning comes, you'll see and feel those spoils of war, there as reminders, that you are a dirty whore

You may be a perfect lady but you are still a sexual freak but now you've cum and you are spent, it's dream time that you seek

THE KINKY POET 

Heal my sexual need

There's a firey ravenous hunger, burning in my in my soul, searching for the girl I need, to calm this wants my goal

The flames are licking at my heart, they are getting higher, I'm losing all control, I'm just taken with desire

The need for for her is voracious, it's growing in my head, please I beg you come to me, my desires must be fed

Give yourself to me, allow me to have you for my feast, only your sexy curves and flesh, can tame this savage beast

Come to me and let me feast, you're the one I must devour, I want to eat every part of you, I must taste your sacred flower

The pains from my hunger, runs wild throughout my veins, you are constantly in my thoughts, you're always in my brain

Lay down then spread your legs, allow me to have my feed, only you can satisfy, this ravenous hunger and heal this sexual need

THE KINKY POET