THE KINKY POET

All I write

You are the one I write about, I hope you already know, I pick specific words out, then I pray that they will show

I hope you see snippets of yourself, hidden deep within each line, subtle hints of how I feel, shared within my rhyme

Small hints that i hope will show, this poetry is based on you, to make you feel special and desired too

Stanzas that anyone could read, but the hints would pass them by, secrets from within my heart, I hope they make you sigh

Words that act like a mirror, so you can see how beautiful you are, lines that act like my hands, reaching from a far

Stretching across the poetry void, to hold your hand so tight, stealing fleeting moments, that will inspire all I write

THE KINKY POET 

A fun fantasy piece

GO TEAM

Late at night I hear a noise, there's someone in my house, I heard a creaking floorboard and there's no way it was a mouse

Then at my bedroom door a Pom Pom came into view, dressed as a Cheerleader, I instantly knew it's you

Wearing a uniform of my favourite football team, my heart raced like engine and I couldn't help but beam

You preceeded to go through a routine, with tumbles and high kicks, I had the perfect view because you wore no nix

Mesmerized by your fancy moves, I saw your pussy spread so wide, but I couldn't reach you, no matter how I tried

Finally you backed right up, it seemed you needed space, with a flick, flack and a cool somersault, you landed on my face

What a amazing ending and even though it was a dream, I scored a touchdown and heard you scream "GO TEAM"

THE KINKY POET 

Poet thief

I am the poet thief, I've come tonight to steal your heart, to seduce you with my words, though we're miles apart

Stanzas to ensnare you, soft lines wrote to draw you in, like the silken threads of a Spider, they wrap you up in sin

Words full of sexual passion, designed to turn you on, to give you a mind fuck, until your needs are gone

Descriptions of your gorgeous body, tales of us both entwined, to make you want to touch yourself, to simply blow your mind

Poetry to put a spell on you, to steal your heart and soul, to make you feel incredible, truly is my goal

Words like gentle kisses, the fall like a Summers rain, refreshing every single curve, sending images to your brain

So read this from the poet thief, though we're miles apart, I'm thinking of you always, I swear it with hand on heart

THE KINKY POET 

Favourite trick

Let me show you my favourite trick, I'll balance you on my tongue, then I'll run it around your clit, until I've made you cum

Using just tongue muscle, I lift you up then put you down, it's guaranteed to make you smile and chase away a frown

Licking, lapping, probing, dancing erotically in your slit, sipping at the nectar you produce, as I flick your clit

My tongue has terrific strength, I lifts you with such ease, designed to bring you orgasms, it's guaranteed to please

Your nectar runs down my tongue, my face is covered in your cum but I will keep on lapping, until the job is done

I love to taste your nectar, I'm like a Hummingbird at a Rose, tongue darting in and out, you know how the story goes

Then you start to quiver, so I start to pick up the pace, doing my favourite trick, whilst you're on my face

With skill and control, my tongue holds your weight with ease, let me show you my tongue balancing trick, oh baby let me please

Climb across my hungry face, slowly take your seat, then I'll show you my favourite trick, it really is a treat

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