THE KINKY POET

Intoxication 2

Drawn in by your smile, I want to swim within your eyes, get wrapped up in your loving arms, to feed within your thighs

Listening to your heartbeat, I swear I hear it says my name, repeatedly calling out to me, time and time again

Entwine your sexy body around me, mould us into one, keep me beside you, until we both greet the morning Sun

You are like the air I breath, you're in my heart and brain, the moment that I start to dream, you come to me again

I know the Sun must rise and I understand all dreams must end, but even during daylight, inside my day you blend

I'll hear some music, or a reminder comes into view, then you are in my thoughts, I adore my thoughts of you

I'm intoxicated by your beauty, I try my best to write, how I feel about you and of the dreams I have each night

THE KINKY POET 

Unneeded recipe

Sitting with pen and paper, I decide to compile a list, the attributes required for my dream girl, if I could have all the things I wished

First she would have stunning eyes, the sort that would show her soul, mesmerising and seductive, to see the real me would be their goal

Lips so moist and full, perfectly designed for kissing, full of desire and passion, for a pair like that I'm wishing

Skin so soft and smooth and sexy, the canvas to my work of art, a covering her inner beauty, to protect her perfect beating heart

Curves that are so wonderful, from her gorgeous tits down to her thighs, just thinking of them, fills my thoughts with sighs

Then of course her sacred place, the slice of heaven, moist with a juice devine, open for me anytime, because her pussy's mine

Now I have my ingredients to produce the girl who haunts my dreams, it turns out she's already made or at least it's how it seems

I recheck my desired list, yep all my requirements are listed right, my dream girls already made, she visits every night

See even if I could have all I want, build my perfect girl, I wouldn't have to do a thing, I hope that she could tell

Tell that she is perfect, I'd never change a single part, I adore everything about her, from her toes her head and heart

So I had no need to write a list, there's only one thing I had to do, that's to lay down and close my eyes and simply dream of you

THE KINKY POET 

Poet, toy or both

You turn the key and step back, you've uncaged my sexual beast, you know I'm a gonna devour you, tonight you are my feast

Now you've opened up this cage, my hungers must be fed, desires, lusts and the fantasies, that have lived inside my head

Now the animal is free, you see the lust burning in my eyes, you can see I want you, the need I can't disguise

You can see my heart pounding fast, you know that you should run but I'm across the room in seconds, my claws are in your bum

Like a Tiger my claws go into your ass, just like a Tiger grabs his prey, I pull you into my reach, now its time for you to pay

You fed my desires, you gave me snippets of your sexual drug, but then you were fairly safe, when in my cage I was nice and snug

But the second that you turned the key, the moment you set me free, momentum swung the other way, the advantage went to me

I was free, no longer in my cage, that moment you sealed your fate, I pulled you to the floor and began to ate

Clawing at your lingerie, I forced your legs open wide, pinned down pussy's at my mercy, I ram my tongue inside

Devouring your body, you took me from famine to a feast, now your bruised and aching, covered in sexual marks from me your beast

Next time you tease this beast, perhaps leave me in the cage, so you're safe out of arms reach, from my sexual rage

Unless of course that's what you wanted whilst you're alone thinking in your bed, deciding do you get out your sex toy or think of me instead

You should be doing both, the toy and poems are on your bed, go a head, spoil yourself play with your toy with my poems in your head

THE KINKY POET 

War

Let my softest of kisses, reach out to you tonight, the first salvo on your skin, prepare yourself to fight

Kisses are like little bombs, they cause tingles on your skin, prepare yourself for battle, let loves war begin

Sharing intimate moments, some gentle, some in lust, kisses covering all of you, to win this sexual war's a must

You can trust all we share, I myself can do the same, you have to trust each other, when we play this war like game

You give yourself willingly, as I also give myself to you, sharing our magic connection, we I lay siege the whole night through

Kisses flying back and forth, our tongues knotted in a erotic dance, with my tongue I search your mouth, just looking for the chance

The chance to assert dominance, both tongues have gone to war, both bombing with exotic passion, both holding on for more

The battle rages on, there's no quater asked or gave, you are my target in this war, your ownerships the thing I crave

They say we should ñever fight, make love instead of war, obviously they've never shared your dream or they'd choose war once more

So when I appear in your dream, I'm gonna be a invading army, with weapons already cocked, I'm gonna take your bodies country, I want it all, the lot

I want your total submission, wave your white pantie like a flag of truce, surrender yourself totally to me, hand over all your precious juice

THE KINKY POET 

Setting free

Pinging poems across the ethereal plain, like skimming stones across a pond, it leaves small reminders, of which I hope you're fond

Each line makes ripples, they spread out across your mind, some are very sexual and some are warm and kind

Sent from me to make you smile, to show you're in my mind and heart, to let you know I'm thinking of you, though we're miles apart

Each line is wrote to touch your heart, to make you feel so good, sometimes written to make you horny, like a sexual poem should

But often they are sent to pull you close, like a written loving hug, packaged in bite sized stanza, that fits your heart real snug

And just like a ripple on the lake, eventually it reaches shore, then your words come back to me, which in turn inspires more

So my dearest dream girl, again you've inspired more, it is the constant to and throw, like how a sea rushes to shore

The constant flow from me to you, then again from you to me, fills my mind with poems and my writing sets them free

THE KINKY POET 

Your secret needs

Tell me your deepest fantasy, don't miss a detail, slowly take your time, so I can make it special for you and put it in a rhyme

Would it be bondage, perhaps a Blindfold made of lace, seductively wrapped around you, covering your face

Would you choose a Dungeon, or in a lonely Cabin in the dark, which scenario would you choose, to make your passions spark

Playing out in a public place, getting watched whilst we're at play, having sex in a changing room, in the middle of the day

Bringing in another girl, make me watch from my wheelchair, with you two touching, kissing, playing with toys, free without a care

Perhaps you could be abducted, just dragged into a van, then kept as a sex slave, belonging to a big masked man

Maybe a night of sex and pain, hot wax, floggers, paddles and a ball gag, I'd arrive with all my torture kit, in it's special bag

So let me know your secret needs, I'll even hang you by the wrists high up on a beam, I want to write them down for you, to turn your words into a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Chasing clouds away

When things seem sad and dark, like you're covered by a cloud, I will be there to help you, to be in your team I'm proud

I will be your personal umbrella to keep off all the rain, to protect you from the harshness, until there's Sun again

I will be your shining Knight, I'll fight off all your foes, be there to hold your hand, through your fears and woes

I'll be your sentinel, be your guardian through the night, watching you whilst you dream, to make sure that you're alright

Side by side we will be, fighting together come what may, I'll carry you in my heart, forever and a day

So though things are feeling tough, I'm on your side and proud, I'll help you see the Sun, I'll chase away that cloud

THE KINKY POET

Hungers lust

I've got to rip off your pretty lace panties, sorry it is a must, I'm hungry for your pussy, I must feed my hungers lust

Pin you down with one hand, force a hand straight up your skirt, yank them off voraciously, there's no time to chat and flirt

Push your legs apart, you can kick, struggle and try to fight, I will simply overpower you, your pussy's mine tonight

I'll eat you at a ravenous pace, tonight you are my feast, there'll be no time for delicacies, because tonight I'm a starving beast

My desires are in complete control, I'm a wild animal and you're the prey, there will be no sexual leftovers, once I've had my way

Tongue lashing, teeth gnawing, I'll eat you until your bruised and sore, once you think I've had my fill, I'll be wanting more

Sorry about the panties destruction but they really were a must, I just couldn't wait no more, to feed my hungers lust

THE KINKY POET 

Road trip

The college year was over, time for learning had been done, the girls jumped into the camper van, to go off in search of fun

Along a dusty, deserted highway, hey heard a grinding then a pop, smoke billowed out the engine, it rolled right to a stop

Many miles from nowhere, broken down, stuck and all alone, no one else was insight, no signal on their phone

Six girls out on the road, they start to bitch and whine, but after they decide they'll have to wait, they opened up a box of wine

Soon they were giggling, laughing, then came a almighty roar, a band of bikers roared passed, the likes they'd never seen before

In a few moments the bikers were out of sight, then they see their headlights as the bikes came back to do what's right

They parked up and got off their rides, the girls could see the leader of the pack, he was by far the biggest man, with a patch that said ROAD RATZ on his back

He spoke only, from him the others took their cue, he told the boys to look at the van and see what they could do

Within a short while the camper van was running sweet, then came time to pay the bill, a return favor they must meet

When the girls asked what was the cost and what if they can't pay, the leader said well get our payment in another way

He grabbed one girl by the throat, he forced his hand inside her thighs, it happened so quickly, she was taken by surprise

He forced her down to her knee, he told her to suck his dick, if she didn't do as she was told, his men would fuck each chick

She didn't want her friends hurt, she slide him passed her lips, soon she was sucking hard, with her hands upon  his hips

He fucked her mouth, she knew she had to make him cum, it only took as short while then the deed was done

She thought that was the price paid, but they had formed a line, soon she was giving head to each biker, one cock at a time

Covered in their demon seed, she was then forced on the floor, one by one they fucked her, she was treated like a whore

She got pounded all night long and once she had fucked the last, the bikers shared their beer and wine, the night just slowly passed

Then they hopped on to their bikes, they promptly left the scene, the girl woke up in a damp patch, it was a great wet dream

THE KINKY POET

Each moon

As the Sun begins to set and the moon rises in the sky, I can't wait to go to bed and you're the reason why

It's come around to that wonderous time, when I can make you mine, we get to spend the evening together, then i put it down in rhyme

When the Sun has said goodbye, when the moon just says hello, I want to fall asleep straight away, there's one place I want to go

And that is across the ethereal plain, to find you in my bed, to share all the sexy things that, I've been running through my head

Touching every inch of you, showering soft kisses on your face, pulling you so close to me, in a sweet embrace

Fingers entwined together, they make a sensual sexual knot, together making memories, of a passion that's boiling hot

Drinking from your sacred place, my face awash with your sweet wine, my tongue working furiously, to make sure each drop is mine

So as much as I love the Sun, it can't go away too soon, it's then I'll see my dream girl, she visits with each moon

THE KINKY POET