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 

Kissing everywhere

I want to kiss you everywhere starting at your toes, continuing upwards until I eventually reach your nose

Kissing around your ankles, working my way along each shin, sliding up your inner thigh, I'm hunting for your sin

Nipping up your inner thighs, looking for your sacred place, I'm finally at your wetness, your pussy's near my face

I slowly part your moistened lips, I start to lap your clit, drinking the nectar of my Goddess, from your juicy slit

Once you've cum real hard, I move up towards your tits, it very nearly broke my heart, when I left your clit

Kissing passed your tummy, I cupped both your titties, I slowly started to nip and suck, I'm so hungry for you now, I'm desperate for a fuck

After making love to you I end up at my favourite part, I finally get to kiss you and it simply melts my heart

We spend some time cuddling, showing how much we really care, it was just a dream, in which I kissed you everywhere

THE KINKY POET 

Wheelchair love

Sitting in my wheelchair as you come through my door, you smile at me seductively has your coat drops to the floor

Your standing in your lingerie, my mouth drops open wide, you come in much closer, then ask me for a ride

You climb on to my lap, I can't just believe my eyes, I scan you all over before I run my hands along your thighs

Soft silky stockings, a basque of the softest lace, you don't need to ask if I'm happy, it's written on my face

Then you spin around with your back to me, I reach around to have a feel, my fingers slide inside your basque, you're oozing sex appeal

Nipples harden instantly, your neck is mine to bite, nipping at you as I play, your my sex playground for the night

I slide aside your panties, my fingers dive right in, your wetness screams your ready, as another digit hunts for sin

Finger fucking with one hand, the other running around your skin, you begin to sigh and moan as your orgasms roll right in

Then I roll us into the kitchen, I tell you climb up on the side, bring yourself to the edge and spread your legs real wide

Then I raise the unit, until you're at the perfect height, I roll in between your legs, I begin to eat you right

Soaked panties pulled aside, my tongue dances on your clit, lapping up your nectar, dripping from your slit

Head buried deep between your legs, tongue licking hard and fast, you begin to grind in my face, how much longer will you last

You begin to start to quiver, your body begins to get the shakes, you push your pussy into my face, we really test my wheelchairs breaks

Then you throw your head back, my beards covered in your sex, I pull you down onto my lap, gentle hugs are what come next

Then to my dismay, I wake up and you're not there, I'm sitting in the living room having, dozed off in my chair

THE KINKY POET 

Wanting more

I love to see your naked body, your curves make my pulse just race but I love it when you come into focus in my dreams and I get to see your face

Seeing your pretty smile, your eyes and gorgeous lips, are as exciting to me as  seeing your sexy, curvy hips

I want to see all of you, not just glimpses of your skin, I want to share a connection, that stretches passed just sin

Being close in everyway not just the kinky dream inside my bed, but a deeper almost heavenly way, deep in my heart and head

I don't want just kinky dreams, I wish we could share much more, a connection across the dream like void, is what I'm hoping for

Is it crazy to want much more, than a sexual playmate in a dream, I want to feel a emotional contact with my muse, my Queen

Entwined in more than kinky play, come lay within my arms, come share the inner me, come find my loving charms

THE KINKY POET