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 

The longing

The thought of you in matching lingerie keeps running through my mind, Black lace and see through, the very revealing kind

The rough Black lace on your nipples has a great effect, it rubs against tightly, it makes them stand erect

The panties bare cover your pussy, at last I get a little view, when I see you from behind, they show your ass cheeks too

My pulse is racing, my hearts beating out my chest, the thought of you dressed ups lovely but there's one thing i must suggest

Once your in your lingerie, all dressed up in your home, put aside some time that night, to take pictures on your phone

Take then from all angles, make sure you capture every curve in Lace, remember to smile seductively, I want to see your face

Then send then to your poet, so he no longer has to dream, real pictures of his dream girl, would make his smile just beam

THE KINKY POET 

Sea to the shore

Emotions wash right over me, like the Sea rushes to the shore, everytime I think of you, I just want you more

A need to hold you in my arms, to wrap you up so tight, to feel your head upon my chest, to feel you breath tonight

Your hair laying on me, I just have to steal a smell, your fragrance is intoxicating, I'm caught up within your spell

Hypnotised by your eyes, mesmerized by your smile, I'm under your magic spell, to fight is just futile

Desperate to feel your body, your curves they scream my name, my nights are never different, the hunger drives me insane

The need just gets stronger, desires flood my dream, I feel a deep connection, I want you for my Queen

Yes I know it's just a dream, I know I can't hope for more but that doesn't stop me rushing to you, like the Sea does to the shore

THE KINKY POET 

Pictures of your skin

Last night I had a lovely dream, you put on a fashion show, you got dressed in your favourite outfits, then took pictures nice and slow

All your lovely dresses, the things that mad you feel real good, the clothes that made you feel sexy, like they really should

Dresses made of the softest lace, silk laid across your skin, PVC and Leather, designed for play and sin

Lingerie showing nearly everything, designed to lure a poet in, the last pieces of clothing to remove, before the fun and games begin

Each time you put on something new, you take a few nice shots, making your poet an album of the outfits that you've got

Dress up in your favourite things, you know he'll adore this gift, pictures of his dream girl, always gives him a lift

So you go to your wardrobe, you find the things to wear, outfits to make him smile, to show how much you care

You know he loves things visual, but where does this shoot begin, it starts off at the obvious point, with pictures of your skin

THE KINKY POET 

Kisses for my dream girl

Waiting to fall asleep I've got a important job to do, that's to find you in my dreams and give a kiss to you

I close my eyes and breath real slow, I hope I start to drift, the sooner I fall asleep the sooner I can give my gift

My eyes are getting heavy, the Sandmans on his way, soon I'll be fast asleep, dream girl I'm on my way

Once I'm in our dream world, I'll go straight to our special place, looking for you my sweet, I'll be searching for your face

I can't wait to see your smile, then I will deliver my softest kiss, the thought of tasting your lip gloss, would surely feel like bliss

My lips brushing yours, you have the softest touch, I can't fall asleep fast enough, I need this kiss so much

I want to find you in my dream, to let my kiss unfurl, then my goal will be complete, I've kissed my sweet dream girl

THE KINKY POET