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 

My desires remain the same

Sitting in my wheelchair, I'm broken from my point of view, things seem to change though, when I think of you

My pulse starts to quicken, my heart begins to pound, even though its just a dream, I love it when you're around

My mind runs off to younger days, when I was in my prime, when everything was working well and I could really make you mine

Moving with freedom, when making love was done with style and grace, now thats all left within my passed, now it's hands and face

But it hasn't crushed my desires, in me they still burn bright, my needs are met in my fantasies and the poetry I write

Because when I dream I'm not broken, I feel it in my soul, that's because I dream of you, the girl who makes me whole

So please come to me tonight, I pray I dream of you again, because though I might be broken, my desires remain the same

THE KINKY POET 

His sting

He rolls into the Dungeon, you keep your eyes down on the floor, he binds your hands together, you know what this is for

He pulls on a pulley your arms stretch up to the sky, there's no point in struggling but then why would you even try

You hear him roll to the wall, it's where all his tools are hung, a array of pleasure and pain, all designed for fun

You know he's made a choice you hear a flick and then a crack, he's picked his favourite whip, designed to mark your back

He is beside you now, your feel him stroke your skin, a tender reminder, before you lose your mind to sin

Anticipation is building, you feel juices running down your thighs, as the first strikes laid on you, you scream out a sexual cry

The whips bite caresses you, you're wrapped in its strong embrace, even with your eyes closed you know there's a smile upon his face

Then he lands another, this one strikes your gorgeous bum, he knows all the places to strike, that will make you cum

He runs his hands across your skin, he reads the welts like Braille, he delivers pain and tenderness, your orgasms never fail

Another sting, another bite, your rewards another mark, pain, love and control, builds up the passions spark

Your desire burns brightly, the whip kiss and bites ignite your flames, no matter how or where they land one thing remains the same

Once he has had his fill, as always he will sit you on his lap, wash you then dry your skin, then together you will nap

Wrapped in each others arms, with all the joy that brings, you must always share some tenderness, once you've felt his sting

THE KINKY POET 

Broken poet

Chained to my wheelchair, you must follow where I lead, you have just enough loose chain to do the tasks I need

Always in a short cute skirt, no panties can be worn,  glimpses of your pussy, give the broken poets mind the horn

At any moment of the day, he may call you to his lap, or make you reach for something high, so he can give your ass a slap

When you are on the chain, your bodies his to own, he takes up skirt pictures, to keep on his mobile phone

He sits you on his lap, Ihe finger fucks your moistened slit, his fingers forever hungry, playing with you clit

You push your fingers deep inside, you feed him your precious wine, sucking you off your fingers, the taste is so devine

He loves it when you both go outside, people often stare he knows it, but you walk beside him head held high, you're with your broken poet

THE KINKY POET 

Dinning table

Get up on all fours, across the dinning room table, now your at the right height now, so I'm gonna eat you now I'm able

Roll myself into position, remembering to apply the breaks, now I'm gonna tongue you till you cum, I don't care how long it takes

There are strategically positioned cushions, in place to protect your knees, tuck them where you need them, get comfy will you please

I'm exactly at face height, your pussy's glistening in this light, I slowly spread your pussy's lips, there is no need to rush tonight

I may be a broken poet but we make sure problems don't stop our fun, we use all sorts of gadgets to help my dream girl cum

Positioning is important, you make sure you're within my reach, we have great communication, we practice what we preach

We decided being paralyzed is no big deal, it won't stand in our way, one way or another, we'll find a way to play

So in my dreams you do all you can, to make sure that I'm able, tonight I'm gonna eat you raw, with the help from the dinning table

THE KINKY POET

Sharing showers

Climb up on my lap, legs across me in my shower chair, let me wash your body, showering you with soap and tender care

Turn around on my lap so I can wash your gorgeous back, then reach around the front of you, I want to stoke your tits and crack

Warm water running free, it touches all your curves, I'm mesmerized as it travels across your skin, the way it runs and swerves

My large soft sponge is soapy, I wash you from back to front, making sure I take my time on your tits and cunt

Soon all the bubbles are gone, we are nice and clean, I have you on my lap, this surely is a dream

My hands run across you, your neck I kiss and bite, though I can't feel you, I know you've gripped me tight

I spread your thigh forcefully, my fingers dive in deep, you throw your head back on my shoulder, as your pussy starts to seep

Pulling your engorged clit, my fingers run across your hood, I love to hear you sigh and moan and tell me that feels good

Orgasm after orgasm your sex runs down my cum soaked lap, you raise your ass now and again, you're asking for a slap

You turn around to face me, we start to kiss and hug, I stop to suck your nipples, in my mouth they fit so snug

We've gone from dirty to clean, now sweating in several hours, I guess we better start again, the joys of sharing showers

THE KINKY POET 

I try my best

Looking for the right words, then I place them into line, trying to describe a dream and put you down in rhyme

Using stanzas to paint an image, like a painter with his brush, I slowly produce a image, that I hope will make you blush

So many descriptive words but I must choose them right, I need the perfect poem to describe, what I dreamt last night

Subtle innuendos or a directness that's just straight, each word must be chosen carefully, they shape the poems fate

I must try with each poem, to describe my muse better than before, explanations of desires, I wish I could write more

Lines wrote to make her smile, lines to make her wet, read by the masses but with codes, only she will get

But all I have is stanzas, snippets of a lustful night, so I'll try my best to honour her and just hope I get it right

THE KINKY POET