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 

A silly fun piece inspired by waterproof tape advert on TV

You've sprung leak

From that constant drip, drip it's clear you have a leak, I'm in no way a plumber but I could take a peak

I would need to get under there, to get a better view, I might have to move some things but it's up to you

Ok then get ready, right I'm going in, I'll be as quick as I can be, oh I can already see the reason way it's plainly clear to see

There's a slit in the middle, the leak it comes from there, I can put my finger in, if you don't mind or care

Oh it feels slippery but the leaks running on the floor, it feels so nice though, shall I put in one more

My god it's dripping faster, I might have to use my tongue, I'll try and lap up the mess, until the leak is done

This is the most delicious leak, even though I'm getting drenched, I'm don't want to stop this leak, it doesn't need a wrench

I think this appliance needs some help, but I don't even have no tape that I could stick, I think the best thing for your hole would simply be my dick

THE KINKY POET 

Dreaming of her

In my dreams you're naked, I see you are a work of art, I want to make love to you, even though I know I can't

In my mind we can do anything, we could share a great romance, I know if we were together in my bed  I wouldn't stand a chance

In real life I'm broken, I'm living in my electric wheelchair, luckily for her, it's just my dreams we share

In my dreams we make love, our bodies mould as one, you are mine throughout the night, until we greet the Sun

Dreams can bring anything, all this broken poets desires, just the very thought of her, ignites my sexual fires

Kisses are shared, I get to drink from her gorgeous sacred place, I kiss every inch of her, from her ankles to her face

So I know in the real world, we are so many miles apart, but every night she comes to me and she nestles in my heart

Once we've made love in my dreams, we show each other care, she gives me the gift of love, all the time she's there

THE KINKY POET 

Do it right

The dream starts in her bedroom, but we are not alone, there's a gorgeous blonde girl, playing on her phone

I look at my dream girl, then nod towards the girl, she puts her finger to her lips, I guess things will unfurl

The girl put her phone down walked up.then sat upon my lap, the dream girl said if she don't get off, she's gonna get a slap

The girl got off my lap, smiled and kissed me on my head, then she walked across the room and got onto the bed

Totally mesmerized the two sexy girls began to kiss, I sat there quietly, I didn't want to disturb their bliss

I watched them undress each other, they took it nice and slow, my mind was going crazy, they're gonna do a show

Kissing, stroking, touching, they both begin to sigh, hands finding wetness, between each others thighs

They were kissing, sucking each others tits, they moved into a sixty- nine, watching them pleasuring each other truly was devine

Tongues lapping pussy, I watched as their juices flowed, each time one got close to cumming the other licker slowed

Then they made scissors, their pussy's pushed up tight, soaking clit rubbing soaking clit, it was such a delightful sight

Four pairs of lips in action, their bodies moved as one, then in perfect symmetry both of them shook then cum

The girl then got off, got dressed and picked up the money off the drawer, she wasn't my dream girls lover, she was just a whore

She gave me a wink as she left, I watched her close the door, my dream girl came over to my chair and said she needed more

I got tight between her legs, and lapped with all my might, making sure she cum more than once, I had to do it right

THE KINKY POET 

Sensual gift

Cold metal around her wrists, The Muse has a thing for chains, maybe it's thought they can't be broke, that ignites her sexual flames

She's spread Eagle on the bed, at Sir's mercy for the night, he has a treat in store for her, he wants to get it right

Laying there waiting, Sir starts to roll around the bed, taking loads of pictures starting at her head

Then he puts the camera down, he wraps a silk scarf across her eyes, he wants her to be Blindfolded, so she can feel her nights surprise

The silk feels soft on her skin, it encases her pretty face, the anticipation is building, her heart begins to race

Then the first sensation hits her like a lightning bolt, it ignites her every nerve, as Sir runs a ice cube over her, making sure to touch each curve

Nipples harden instantly her back arches on the bed, Sir puts his hand on her, he gently strokes her head

Then the sensation settles, he runs a Velvet glove across her skin, she knows the coldness is over now the sensual play begins

Caressing her everywhere Sir's hands have the softest touch, he knew she loved soft sensual play, she desired it so much

Like a musician with his chosen instrument Sir played a lovely tune on her, notes of the sensual kind, then he switched to fur

Running up her inner thighs, her wetness dripped softly on the sheets, she loved his tenderness, it was one of her favourite treats

The Muse began to lift herself, she matched it touch with a rise or fall, wanting to feel him everywhere, to Sir she gave her all

She was closer to orgasm, she was pulling at her tether, then she squealed with delight, as Sir brushed her with a feather

Running it from head to toe, like painter producing art, he ran it up to her pussy, then he pulled her lips apart

Each strand of the feather, run up and strummed her clit, juices exploded out of her, her orgasm had been hit

Sir moved in between her legs, not a drop should go to waste, he got into position and he promptly buried in his face

Licking, lapping, probing whilst the feather stroked her skin, Sir fingers found the G spot and dragged her off to sin

Once she had come so hard, he had only one thing left to do, he cleaned his Muse and laid with her, until his dream was through

THE KINKY POET