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

Run hard, run fast

Run hard, deep into the woods, I've got a game to play, I want to be the sexual hunter, I want you to be the prey

Try find a place to hide, I will hunt you through night, I'm gonna go in for the kill, the second you come into sight

I'll listen for your movements, I'll hear each stick you crack, each sounds a giveaway, I'll use the sound to track

You'll be running in the dark, I'll have night vision glasses to help me see, I'll see you glowing, then you'll belong to me

Once I've got you captive, I'll take you on the cold hard ground, I will do my bidding, feel free to scream and make a sound

In the dead of night, there's no one here to hear you scream, I will take my hunting trophy, to complete my kinky dream

My ravenous hunger drives me on, only you will satisfy my need, I want you desperately, for you I have such greed

So go use your head start well, run as fast as you can go, I'll give you a few minutes countdown, before I start the show

THE KINKY POET 

Inspire me to rhyme

Baby when I fall to sleep tonight, please come into my dreams, flood my head with images and naughty sexy scenes

Send me visual videos, of you whilst you are  at play, let me watch you touch yourself so I can write of it today

Pictures of you smiling, wear sexy outfits to drive me mad, videos of you dancing naked, would really make me glad

Simple, sexy, fleeting moments, that will become special memories of mine, true pieces of inspiration that I can write of in a rhyme

Pictures of your sexy curves, images of your pretty face, videos of sexy, kinky scenes, to make my heart just race

Send the images late at night, whilst I'm tucked up in my bed, Send them into my dream, show the pictures in my head

I just want inspiration, I don't care what you share, that is up to you, but know each thing will inspire me, to write the things I do

I wish all the things I need were here on my mobile phone, so could watch them time and time again, when I am on my own

Then I'd keep them on my phone, hidden, locked up all the time, brought out only when it's late at night, to inspire me to rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

The cat whose got the cream.....again

I want to feel your love juice, running down my chin, a gift earned by licking, during a night fuelled by sin

Flicking, probing, dancing, running patterns on your clit, touching all the right spots on your delicious slit

Dipping in and pulling out, you juice it tastes so good, hunting for your cliterus, my tongues dives beneath your hood

Buried deep in ecstasy, I lunge and take small sips, I hold your pussy in close and tight, my hands hold tight onto your hips

We fall into a rhythm, as one we simply rise and fall, you offer your pussy to my mouth, I hungrily eat it all

You ride my face hard and fast, you drive each thrust and grind, you get more frantic, you begin to lose your mind

Head tossed back, you squat down deep, you moan, you clamp then scream, I'm covered in your love juice. I'm the cat whose got the cream.....

Again

THE KINKY POET 

Control

Get down on your knees, just do exactly what I've said, open up your painted lips and start to give your master head

Take me in all the way, I want my bollocks to scrape your chin, once you've completed this task, the next one can begin

Do for me a striptease, whilst I go and sit right over there, don't rush, just take your time but don't stop till you're bare

Then get down on the your knees and crawl to me on all fours, i want to see you wiggle as you come across the floor

When you get to me, reverse and raise your sexy ass, offer it to me slowly, so I can decide to smash or pass

We both know I won't pass, I fucking adore your yummy bum, I might even fuck it and fill it full of my creamy cum

Tonight you are my sex toy, you'll obey my sweet fuck doll, for tonight I'm a hungry master, tonight I'm in control

THE KINKY POET