THE KINKY POET

I'd love to visit

I've come to accept the invitation to Blindfold you in Red lace, to strip you naked of your clothes, then with my hands your body trace

To run my hands all over you, to rain soft kisses on your face, to put my hand between your thighs and touch your sacred place

You won't be able to see my great big grin as I lead you to my bed but we both know it's happening, you can envision it in your head

Laid down on the bed, I bind your wrists with leather, then proceed to trace your body with a large soft feather

It makes you twitch and sigh, you release a little giggle, when it runs across your pussy, you really start to wiggle

You begin to glisten, I'm now sucking and licking at your clit, you begin to tremble but there's no mercy for your slit

In goes a finger so I can scoop out your sexual wine, I suck you off my finger, your taste was so devine

Moving up and down your body, the pleasure was such bliss, once we had shared our dream, I gave you the sweetest kiss

So thank you for the invite, it was the greatest night, though I had you at my mercy, I hope I did things right

Because if I pleasured you, how you saw it in your rhyme, you might invite me once again at another time

THE KINKY POET 

To Sir wit love x

In my dream my email pings, it Says there's a message sent from you, I find myself a private spot and start to take a view

There is several attachments, my heart begins to race, the first is a pretty picture of your smiling face

The second is of you in Black lace, it is my favourite thing, just the thought of you wearing it, oh the joy it brings

It's you in a black lace kimono, it lays full length to the floor, you look so gorgeous, I can't wait to open more

It caresses you body, it shows off your sexy curves, my body is awakening, you've ignited all my nerves

The glimpses of your body, the sight of the matching panties, to me it feels like my birthday, you've answered one of my fantasies

Through the lace I see your curves, you are such a beautiful work of art, I will look at these everyday, when we're miles apart

Your booty looks delicious, I'd love to give it a little bite, then eat you until you cum, hard in my face this night

My muse you look so sexy, I thank the gods above, you ended the email with a note that simply read, TO YOU MY SIR WITH LOVE X

I'd love to own real pictures I'd lock them away inside a great big trunk, now I'm awake there's no emails, just a lot of spam and junk

THE KINKY POET 

Lace

In my dreams I see you, your dressed in Black lace for me, you've come to spend the night again, I'm glad you heard my plea

You look so amazing, I just can't help but to stop and stare, you look so very sexy in the pretty things you wear

You turn around so slowly so I get a awesome view, my eyes race everywhere, I scan every inch of you

My heart is going crazy, I feel it beating hard within my chest, you are a perfect picture, in my dreams I love you best

In my dreams we are one, our bodies become entwined, then sadly when I'm awake, you just live inside my mind

I love to see you standing, wearing an outfit made of lace, my vision of loneliness, with a smile upon your face

So tonight I'll see you in Black lace, my
Goddess, you're my muse, I'd adore you in anything, I love the things you choose

Made of any material, you wear the outfits with style and grace, naked, kink or role play, my favourite still is lace

THE KINKY POET 

Make me your muse

I want to share my body, please come and take a touch, bite me, pinch my nipples, the pain  can't be to much

Run your claws down my tits, then drag them down my spine, pain mixed with ecstasy, to me is so devine

Use the chains and paddles, make sure you mark my skin, I want to feel the bruises as a reminder of our sin

Nipple clamps, the ball gag, get all the toys out the box, do with me your bidding, just make sure my evening rocks

Make me cum hard and fast, make my pussy's juices seep, get the biggest dildo and push it in real deep

Use me and abuse me, I'm here to be your playground in your mind, to inspire lovely poetry of the naughty kind

I'll let you do all you want, just do with me how you choose, then put me down in poetry, I want to be your muse

THE KINKY POET 

Reign supreme

I want to suck on your cliterus, I want to suck your bud, pull her between my lips, as she's engorged with your rampant blood

I want to graze her with my teeth, perhaps give her a gentle nip, all the while licking you, on your juice I'll sip

Sliding in between your legs, I climb up your curvy thigh, reaching your sacred place, to touch the button that makes you sigh

Your lips are soft and so very Pink, you have the prettiest Rose, I nuzzle into your flower, now she's balanced on my nose

Your inner lips are glistening like a flower soaked in dew, it truly is so beautiful but then again, so is the rest of you

My tongue moves wildly, it does some hungry erotic sexual dance, I'm hypnotising your pussy, I have her in a trance

Your heads tilted back, your eyes are closed, I listen to you moan and sigh, you don't want to cum yet but you can't hold on, though you can't help but try

Hanging on for one more lick, clamp hard upon my tongue, you can't stop me licking hard and fast, I'm gonna make you cum

You might as well admit defeat, just l relax enjoy the ride, it was a fruitless battle but at least you know you tried

Well done for making it last so long, you really put up a fight, thank you for holding on so long, I loved our play tonight

But tonight I was the champion, on your pussy I reign supreme, oh how I wish this struggle was real and not just a hungry dream

THE KINKY POET 

Hunting game

The wind blows gently through the trees, on the hunt I catch your scent, the sweet smell of your sex is truly heaven sent

It ignites in me a hunger, my wild side gets on the loose, a ravenous need to have you, I'm thirsty for your juice

You may run far and wide, to late I'm on your track, you've lit the fire of passion in me, now there's no turning back

I'm drawn to your sacred place, you may try to hide a while, soon I will catch you up, then I will make you smile

You will feel desired, wanted, by the animal inside of me, brought on by your smile and body, you set this monster free

A sex animal you've created, he dreams from in my bed, full of hunger for you, from the wild thoughts in my head

So come to me tonight, let's play the hunting game, you'll get a head start but the outcome will be the same

I'll track you down and find you, we'll make love right through the night, sated by your body, you've tamed this poet right

THE KINKY POET 

Writing on your skin

Is it a sign of ownership, when my name is on your skin, hidden in a intimate place, the thought just makes me grin

Did you pull aside your panties, is it written near your sacred place, is it wrote in capitals or done with style and grace

Is it my initials or a name that makes you think if me, tucked away in a secret place, just for me to see

Does it come with a little drawing, perhaps a drawing of a heart, a reminder of the feelings we share, whilst we're apart

Can you see it from all angles, or is it strategically hid from view, only to be seen at your discretion, just viewed by me or you

Placed on your pretty skin, it's like you wear my stamp, does the thought turn you on, does my name just get you damp

In knowing we share such a special gift, I hope you feel our bond, I pray you know how I feel and it's well past simply fond

It's beyond a normal friendship, it's gone past that for sure, you are amazing and so beautiful  the dream girl I adore

THE KINKY POET 
 

Your eyes

Deeper than the deepest Ocean, the window to her soul, to spend my life looking into them would simply be my goal

Within lies her passion, her desires, you can see her fires burning bright, a mesmerising vision, I could stare at them all night

Her weapons of seduction, her tools to place you in a trance, hooked from the moment, you get to take a glance

Kindness, caring and gentleness, she has all these in them too, so many different facets, to make the Diamond that is you

I want to dive into your eyes, swim within the sights you see, to look out into your world, to see how you see me

So cast your spell over me, captivate me with your eyes, you know I'll come willingly, you know that's no surprise

Draw me in with just a gaze, pull me in deep  with just a stare, show me all your facets, from passion to loving care

Your eyes contain every side of you, please take a look at me, show me all the real you, I really want to see

Share with me all of you, I hope I'm worthy if the prize, a glimpse of the whole person, hiding behind your eyes

THE KINKY POET 

Absolutely anyway

I want you, I need you there's not much more to say, come into my dream tonight, I really want to play

Anyway you want it, you can decide, you can call the shots, I just want your body, it is so very fucking hot

Wether it's naked or dressed up, tied up or playing free, I don't really care as long has you're with me

I'll give you a head start, I'll hunt you through the night, I'll find you then take you,  but I'll promise to treat you right

We can take turns in charge, you can tell me what to do, then we can just swop places, then I'll be in charge of you

Snuggling, romantic, we can make love so soft and sweet, gently pleasing your every nerve, Spooning you, would be a treat

Or full on passion, aggressive rampant sex and fun, using toys and anything, my aim to simply make you cum

See it matters little, absolutely any style if sex will do, to me they are all wonderful, if I'm having it with you

So please feel free to say what you want, I will do as you ask my Queen, just let he spend the night with you, even if it's just a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Falling short

The moment that I see you, in the world it's just us Two, nothing or no one else counts, I hope you feel it too

You and I in just our world, you are my muse, my Queen, we live inside a perfect world, we're residing in a dream

Nothing and no body can ruin the time we share alone, each dream turns into poetry, that's written on my phone

Stanzas describing fleeting moments, capturing everything from a single kiss, to making love for hours, our shared moments of pure bliss

I search for superlatives, but no matter which words I finally use, they never seem to say enough, the magic I tend to lose

So forgive me for falling short, when describing our special time, I hope you know I try my best to put you into rhyme

I'll go get a dictionary, find the words our dreams require, then I hope the world will get to read of this poets great desire

And you will see just how I care, read how I really feel, that even though you are just a dream, my feelings are still real

THE KINKY POET