THE KINKY POET

Laundry day

You can just see your nipples showing through the lace, just the very glimpse of them, puts a smile across my face

The way it makes a cleavage, it simply draws in my stare, your tits look beautiful, especially in there

Cupped by the softest lace, you are wearing the panties to the set, you look so very sexy, I wonder if you're wet

Then I see the darker spot, your panties aren't that dry, I really want to touch them straight away but wonder should I try

Or should I watch you get wetter, watch that dark patch start to grow, its hard to have self control, which way should I go

I love to see you in pretty lace, you look so hot in Black, or should I rip them undies off and throw you on your back

Undies or naked, oh what's a poet boy supposed to do, shall I just take a look, or just climb on top of you

Your undies are real pretty but you'd better take them off to play, throw them in the basket, until its laundry day

THE KINKY POET 

Relinquishing power

You can feel my wanton breath, falling on your skin, you're tied down and helpless, soon we will begin

You know I'm gonna take you, in loads of different ways, tonight is our play night, a awesome end to any day

You've prepared yourself for me, your skin it smells so sweet, your wearing my favourite underwear, you've made yourself my treat

First I start with Silk scarfs, then run feathers across your curves, I love to see you buck and twist as I awaken all your nerves

We start with sensual play, then we head off to play with pain, just enough to make you moan, to make you cum again

Sucking on your nipples, pain done with love not spite, I'm using you to satisfy my cravings, you're my sexual playground for the night

I see your pussy shinning as your juices squirt and flow, I pick up your favourite dildo and I know just where I have to go

Dildo pushed slowly in, my tongue making circles on your clit, I fuck you and lick you and you're getting off on it

Your hips go up and down, as you try to suck the dildo in, I begin to thrust it faster, tonight's our night of sin

We go through the toy box, we use the paddles, floggers, clamps and gag, then you throw me on my back, before I start to sag

You climb up onto my shaft, you slide me deep inside, you dig your nails into my chest, then you start to ride

Now it's you who has control, you're now my sexual boss, I'm so close to cumming that I couldn't give a toss

I just ram up as you drop down, until I've done my deed, your juice mixes with my cream, I've filled you with my seed

We clean up all our toys, together we head off to the shower, we wash each other gently whilst talking of the swop in power

I love the way I start in charge, I love to get my way But I would relinquish it anytime, with you I love to play

THE KINKY POET 

Dream girl's found

Dreams sail across the ethereal plain, looking for my girl, to tell her that's she's beautiful and to let my dream unfurl

The dream can take so many scenarios, end up in different places, from soft and romantic, to things that make sure your heartbeat races

Kisses glide on butterfly wings to land gently on her cheek, they skip across the universe, for her they only seek

My hands reach out across the sky, I need to feel her skin, I want to sleep inside her heart, to feel the love within

Flying through the darkest nights, your smile is the beacon that guides me home to you, once I find you in my dream, we share a kiss or Two

All through the evening the long distances between us are all gone and we are as close as Sea to shore, until the first glimpses of sun has shone

Then I'm here and you are there, I must wait for the nighttime to come around, so I can send dreams across the ethereal plain, to where my dream girl's found

THE KINKY POET 

When my dreams were done

If I was your dominant and you were more than my kinky muse, there are so many things I'd do but which one would I choose

Would I keep you locked up, like a sexy Tiger in her cage, watching you prowl back and forth, showing off your sexual rage

Maybe I'd have you as a Sub who's there to do all I crave, to have you anytime I want, my kinky sexual slave

I'd pick out the clothes you wore, they'd be chosen to show off skin, obviously no panties, so I could dive right in

Sometimes we'd play dress up, you'd act out the things I say, scenarios and fantasies, I love to do role play

You would wear a collar, to show the world you're mine, our time spent together, would truly be devine

I'd care for you, protect you, I'd love you with all my heart but sadly its just a dream, as we are worlds apart

Oh if I wasn't just a broken poet, real life would be such fun, I would have you with me, even when my dreams were done

THE KINKY POET 

Pussy feed

I need to eat your pussy, there's not a nicer way to say, I'm gonna tear your panties off and eat you right away

I don't care where you are, on the bed, the desk or floor, I'm ravenous for your pretty Rose and I can't wait no more

I've got to just pin you down, spread your legs real wide, get my face between your thighs and push my tongue inside

Flicking, lapping, poking, I'll be sucking, biting at your clit, I want to drown in your sex, my thirst quenched by your slit

Tongue fuck you really hard, until you buck and moan, only stopping the tongue fuck, to take pictures on my phone

Pictures of your glistening Rose, your bud engorged underneath her hood, then I'd go back to eating her, your pussy tastes so good

Each time I lick you, with perfect timing you rise and fall in pace, it makes me eat you harder, I want a cum soaked face

I'm sorry there's no romance but sometimes it's down to lust, this is one of those moments and to eat you was a must

Sorry about your panties, I'll buy you a few pairs more but I just had to have my way, the moment you came through the door

Call it a hunger, a desire or a uncontrollable ravenous need, i just wasn't gonna stop myself until I had my pussy feed

THE KINKY POET 

Facets of a dream girl

Is it your luscious curves, or the mesmerising eyes, or is it your pretty smile, perhaps its your lovely thighs

Maybe it's the way you move, whilst you are in my dreams, your kindness or nature, so many reasons it just seems

Looking for the one thing that puts you inside my heart, the thing that makes me think of you, though we're miles apart

There's so many pieces to this puzzle, but once they're all in place, I'm left with a picture of dream girls pretty face

I know it takes so many different facets to make a Diamond shine and if I had to pick a precious gem, you simply would be mine

You are my precious Diamond, with a value beyond compare, my dreams are worth more than gold, everytime you're there

So if I had to choose what facet, sets you far apart, it wouldn't be your outside looks, it would be your heart

THE KINKY POET 

Between the lines and thighs

You're reading your favourite poet, you see yourself within his write, you start to get a sudden urge, you want to play tonight

The further you read through his work, the faster your heart begins to beat, you start to get a needy tingling starting at your feet

You go over to the bed, you continue to read some more, without thinking you pull out your toy, from your special drawer

One hand on your phone, the poems begin to stir your mind, the lace bra erects your nipples, your panties are wet you find

Sliding off your lacey underwear you drop them to the floor, you begin to stroke your sacred garden, has you read some more

Fingers know your magic spot, they stroke your moistened slit, you begin to get so hot, you flick and pull your clit

You flick on your favourite toy, it makes a sensual hum, you guide it slowly to your garden, and gently raise your bum

Making it so much easier, for the toy to slip and slide, it begins to play in your garden as you push it deep inside

You only have it on quite low, you're still doing your best to read but that soon gives way too your hunger, to your sexual need

The phone goes down beside you, the poets work is done, he has got you horny, now your favourite toy will make you cum

Running all his stanzas, through your kink filled brain, you.let out a little scream, has you start to orgasm once again

After several orgasm you know your gonna cum, you push the toy in deep turn it full on until it's job is done

Sated and satisfied you're happy, you clean and wipe you toy, then go.back to kinky poetry written by your poet boy

THE KINKY POET 

Laid here

I'm laid here starving, paralyzed I'm stuck in just one spot, I watch her spread across my face, showing all she's got

Lips open tantalisingly still she's out of my reach, I put my hands on her ass, it is my favourite Peach

I can clearly see her inner lips, they have a Pinkness of a Rose, the smell of fresh sex, wafts towards my nose

Closer and closer, finally her sacred gardens meets my lips, I flick my tongue across her, I steal some little sips

She lowers herself onto my mouth, she starts a slow and rhythmic grind, deep hip thrusting circles, she starts to blow my mind

Juices flowing freely my face soaked by the sweetest juice, her orgasms are getting closer, she lets her passions loose

She rises and falls on my face, I fuck her with my hungry tongue, flicking, licking, probing, until I make her cum

With a shudder and a gush, my goatee full of her sexual pleasure, I write it out in poetry for the world to treasure

She helps me to the bathroom, we share a steamy shower, then we climb into bed and she's asleep within the hour

Me I'm laid here paralyzed and I can't believe my luck, how did I get so lucky, to have a dream girl like her to fuck

Yes we all know its just a dream and I'm in my bed alone but that doesn't stop me dreaming and writing on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

The dance

Hunting around my dream world, desperate to see her face, anxiety is building of my dream girl there seems no trace

She's not sitting by the babbling brook, or under our favourite tree, every night I dream of her, it's where she waits for me

Then I hear a melody drifting from a place near by, I follow the sound into the woods, the sight brought a tear into my eye

I wander into the woods, there's a stone circle standing there, i look and see her dancing, she simply has no care

I don't want to disturb her, she's having so much fun, so I quietly watch her, until her dance is done

Then she comes out of her trance like state, she sees me standing there, she smiles just like the Sunshine, my Goddess, so sweet and fair

She rushes over to me, by the hand she draws me in, then as if by magic the melody wipes away my thoughts of sin

I can't help staring at her, her beauty simply has me in a trance, we sway to the music as she leads me in the dance

THE KINKY POET 

The Spoon

I have her laying down on her front, so I can trace kisses up her spine, from bottom to her Swan like neck, the trip was so devine

Each little movement has I climbed higher along her skin, built up the anticipation of what's about to begin

I roll her on her side, we are laying within a loving spoon, my hands stroking her luscious curves, she will be mine quite soon

Playing with her hardened nipples, her neck I give her nip, she gives out a little squeal as inside her Rose I slip

Fingers parting her moistened Rose, with her petals I like to play, running digits up and down her lips, in a rhythmic way

Her wetness begins to soak my finger, she pushes forward to force me in, with my thumb on her Rose bud, the finger fuck begins

Pounding with my fingers, she opens her legs so wide, I put in another finger, it's tight with three inside

She cranes her head around, so we can share a aggressive kiss, tongues entwined in ecstasy, it really was such bliss

Then she rolls me on my back, she climbs herself on top, I become submissive, I know that she won't stop

She holds my shaft to her pussy, the tip pushes open her heaven's gate, she begins to rise and fall, cumming is my fate

I try to keep myself control, but she's riding hard and fast, her pussy muscles suck my cock, how much longer can I last

I begin to push back, I ram her hard, I give her my best, she becomes more frantic and sticks her nails deep in my chest

The mixture of pain and pleasure turns out to be too much, I explode my seed inside her, my cream drips out her crutch

Both sweating and covered in our sex, we lay on bed to noon, wrapped up tight together, In the position called THE SPOON

THE KINKY POET