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 

Eat you in my dreams

I woke up this morning with a ravenous hunger pain, it was an overwhelming desire to eat your pussy once again

To rip off your panties, to spread your moistened petals wide, put my mouth to you, then push my tongue inside

Flick on your Rose bud, to sip from your sacred place, get my head between your thighs and grind you in my face

I want to drown in your sex, soak my beard in your pussy's juice, tongue fuck you hard and fast, just let my hunger loose

Lap after lap, suck and bite your clit, make your juices fall like rain, bring you ecstasy mixed with pain, time and time again

So grab my head, pull me in, ride my tongue real hard and fast, I want to eat your pussy forever, I'm desperate for this task

This need inside is growing, beyond a ravenous desire, my flames of lust are growing, let's ignite a sexual fire

I can't think of nothing else, I'm obsessed or so it seems, I can't wait to fall asleep and eat your pussy in my dreams

THE KINKY POET 

Do you dream of me

I wonder do you dream of me, when your in your bed, do I come to mind, when your desires must be fed

When you are wet and feeling horny, am I the one you see, when you gently stroke yourself, do you wish it's me

Playing with your nipples, stroking through Black lace, when you close your eyes whilst you play, do you see my face

Fingers finding wetness, lace panties pushed aside, do you imagine having me, when your pussy gets spread wide

Juices run down your hand, you give them a long slow suck, your orgasms getting closer,  in your dream we start to fuck

One hand slips inside your bra, nipples hardening to its touch, the other buried between your thighs, playing with your crutch

Head tossed back you're cumming hard, you explode and soak the bed, when you play with yourself, I hope I'm in your head

THE KINKY POET 

Paradise

The Sun is shining warm and bright, it is a cloudless sky, nothing could be more perfect and let me tell you why

We're walking on a sun-kissed beach, on soft and golden sands, I am with my dream girl and we are holding hands

A cool ocean breeze whispers, it gently sways the palms, cooling our bodies as we walk hooking arms

We find a pretty spot, we lay together on the beach, we are there all alone, a place no one could reach

You're laying on your back, I'm resting on my side, my hand runs across your skin, my smiles so very wide

Our feet are brushed by the Turquoise sea as it comes to shore, we are in our dream place, no one could ask for more

You look amazing, I just love your curves and smile, I'm in my happy place, even if it's only for a while

Soon it will be daybreak, my paradise dream will then be done, I'll be back in my bed, greeting a lonely sun

But I won't waste fleeting moments worrying about the things to come, for I'm in paradise with you, until the morning Sun

THE KINKY POET