THE KINKY POET

Real time

If I sit in my wheelchair quietly can I watch you play, I won't say a single word, just take pictures if you say

I want to see you touch yourself and I'm gonna describe it in a rhyme, it will be erotic poetry, just written in real time

Wear something sexy, PVC, leather or a costume made of lace, all I ask is you position yourself, so I can see your face

I'll be close enough to see your wetness, but I promise I won't touch, I'll just be writing poetry, if your show is not to much

I'm hoping I can concentrate, whilst watching all you do and describe it in my stanzas, paying homage just to you

Watch you use your favourite toys, your clamps and plugs made for your bum, my poem would be finished the moment that you cum

Lines of erotic pleasure, your playtime wrote in rhyme, but not made up in my head but written in real time

THE KINKY POET 

Trust

Ok it's time for you to confess, I want to know your greatest desire, tell me the one thing you've never shared, that ignites your passions higher

Share with me your secrets, tell me the thoughts you keep inside your mind, I want to know the inner you, the secret kinky kind

Tell me the things only you know, the things that get you wet, all your quirks and kinks, that you haven't shared just yet

Let me into your inner sanctum, share with me this sacred place, I want to bring you ecstasy, to make your heartbeat pound and race

I need to know you completely, I want to know you inside and out, so when I'm making love to you, your pleasures not in doubt

I want to give you everything, as my Goddess you do deserve, my job is to honour you, you're the Queen I wish to serve

So open up your inner thoughts, to share them is a must, not only will it bring us closer, it proves we both have trust

THE KINKY POET 

If pictures

If pictures of my Goddess, came pinging down my phone, images of my dream girl, to adore when I'm on my own

Portraits of my muse, the one of whom I love to write, the one who visits me, when I dream at night

Visuals of her pretty face, I look deep into her eyes, she is so very beautiful, the pictures are a great surprise

Images of her body, glimpses of her sexy shapely curves, I feel so honoured by them, it's more than I deserve

It makes me wish she was here, if these pictures were somehow real, so I could not just look at her, but each picture I could feel

So I could touch all her curves, her mouth I could really kiss, to wrap her up within my arms, would truly be such bliss

Each picture would be a work of art, it's like having a art museum on my phone, if pictures of a Goddess, were sent down to my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Masters mark

Bite me, claw me,.just make sure you leave your mark, when I'm alone again a memory in me they'll spark

When I touch the raises on my skin, the pain just makes me smile, reminders of the fun we had, I hope they last a good long while

Teeth marks on my soft skin, nip marks inside my thighs, where you devoured me with passion, producing long and sensual sighs

Strap marks on my wrists, where you tied me down so tight, I love to see the bruises, that you left on me last night

Pain mixed with passion, from hot wax to plugs that fit my bum, all the sensations you've give me, make me want to cum

Nights of kinky sex, the games designed to make my fires spark, are all there for me to see, within my masters mark

THE KINKY POET 

Smiling

Thinking of my dream girl, puts a huge smile on my face, my mind starts to wander and my heartbeat starts to race

Just a single thought of her, makes me feel all warm inside, I don't know the words to explain how I feel, but she knows how hard I've tried

So many different poems, with passion written down in rhyme, telling how happy I am when in my dreams she's mine

When I send a poem out into the void, I pray my dream girl reads it, I hope it makes her smile back, if only for a bit

The thought of my dream girl smiling, whilst I'm smiling here, is like we are closer, it kind of brings her near

So when she reads this poem, wherever she is beneath this Sun, I hope that like me she's smiling, then my work with this Is done

THE KINKY POET 

Made up in my head

I reach out to hold your hand, I guide you to my bed, bringing you a step closer, to my desires being fed

I pull off my king size duvet, you simply slide right in, my heart begins to pound as we laying skin to skin

Laying there face to face, I'm Hypnotised by your smile, slowly you lean forward and we start kissing for a while

Tenderness gives way to passion, the fires of desires ignite, our bodies move as if we were one, as we make love this night

It's like we share the same mind, we seem to know what we must do, to take each other to ecstasy, you lead me and I lead you

Limbs entwined together, moulded our bodies are as one, passionate, firey then tender, until the night is done

Completed and both sated, we just cuddle in my bed, oh how I wish this was real and not a poem made up in my head

THE KINKY POET 

Wildfire

Passions fire burns higher, the flames are tall and bright, flooding me with the heat of lust, throughout my dreams at night

Desires running in my blood, you're pumping through my veins, images of you, produce endorphins in my brain

Lust begins to take control, my hunger is free and loose, I'm ravenous for your sacred place, I'm thirsty for your juice

Desires make a wanton need, I'm losing self control, I want to own your body, I want to make you my sex doll

I want you as my playground, to become my sexual slave, let me take you at my will, live out the things I crave

Sipping from your sacred place, like a Oasis needed in the desert Sun, I pull you in much tighter, my hands clasped around your bum

You make me ravenous, your body makes my my fires bright, I hope we start another wildfire in my dreams tonight

THE KINKY POET 

Quiet time

I think you should get dressed up, let us play a game, I love a bit of role play and I hope you are the same

Perhaps put on your favourite Summer dress, so when we're in the park, we can find a private spot and ignite desires spark

Maybe I could tie you up, keep you as my sexual slave, make you do my bidding, do all the things I crave

I could write upon your body, put sexy words upon your skin, maybe on your pussy, write kinky words of sin

Oh how my mind is running wild, thinking of things I'd love to do, if you were here with me or I was there with you

Put you across my knee give your Peachy ass a spank, or watch you with your favourite toy, my god I need a wank

But you are across the universe, I can only hope you like this rhyme, I hope it makes you think of me, in your quiet time

THE KINKY POET 

Buttons

Button by button I slowly begin to reveal your skin, slowly seeing more of you and your treasures held within

Every button undone yields a glimpse of you my work of art, slowly I open up your blouse as the two side fall apart

I slide it off your shoulders, it floats down towards the floor, I can see your lace frilled bra, but I want to see some more

I put my hands on your skirt, I reach behind to find the zip, as I slide it down, I watch you bite your bottom lip

It falls down your curvy thighs, passing your stockings on the way, now you're in just lingerie, the outfit you bought today

You slowly turn in circles, I can't believe my hungry eyes, I'm blown away by your figure, from your smile down to your thighs

I can't wait no longer, I'm ravenous for what I see, I can't believe that you my Goddess, would wear this just for me

Slowly we begin to kiss, I run my hands across the pretty lace, your body reacts to my touch, I see it in your face

I drop down to my knees, I slid your panties to the ground, you slowly part your legs, a sighs the only sound

I part your pretty Rose, my fingers run slowly on your clit, already I feel your wetness, I start to tongue your slit

My manhood is rampant, each throb begs you to let me in, you throw yourself across me, now the fucking can begin

It starts off nice and slow, you control each rise and fall, the closer you get to the edge, the speed goes from slow to full

Full on pounding, your ride me so hard and fast, I'm beginning to loose control, I'm not sure how long I'll last

I reach round and unclip your bra, you nipples I want to suck, we're in the throws of passion, a manic Hard-core fuck

I feel your juice pour down my shaft, your nails dig in my chest, i begin to bleed, pain mixed with pleasure, makes me blow my seed

I'm covered in your sex, you're full of my soft warm seed, you try to slide off me, but I want you to stay, so I begin plead

But I know you are leaving, another night of love is done, again I must say goodbye to my dream girl, I've lost you to the Sun

THE KINKY POET 

How I feel
 
I write of my lust in stanzas, filled with desire in each line, describing what I'd like to do, if you were really mine

Each line full of burning passion, with words full of need and lust, reading of hunger, so full it's fit to bust

Telling of the pain and ache and of how I need you here, to share my lines of passion, I wish that you were near

Each stanza is a snippet desperately trying to make you see, how much I desire you and what you mean to me

Letting you see how I feel, how much you.turn me on, ecstasy within a dream, until I wake to find you gone

Yes it makes great poetry, they're full of love and pain, but I wish I could stop writing and you would just remain

Remain here in my life, not a girl of whom I dream, but a lover and a soul mate, to make my real life gleam

But I know that's not possible because dreams just can't be real, so I have to write more poetry, to tell you how I feel

THE KINKY POET