THE KINKY POET

Save you for the night

I can't help but think of you every moment of the day, no matter what I'm doing be it at work, at rest or play

There are things that I see or hear, and you pop into my head, then my mind wanders to our dream world and nothings done instead

You seem to have me spellbound, I see you in all I do, music and the strangest things, make me think of you

In my crazy life, I may have a hundred things to do, but they go by the way side, when I start to think of you

Nothing seems so urgent, important things can wait, I love to see you in my mind and  bedtime seals my fate

All the days lovely reminders turn into such precious dreams, where I spend sometime with you or that's just how it seems

So as much as I love to think of you, i must hold my thoughts reigns tight, I must get on with my day and save you for the night

THE KINKY POET 

New dream starts

Even though you're miles away, I carry you inside my heart, it's a place you've occupied from the very start

Everytime I think of you it doesn't matter night or day, I wish that you were closer and together we could stay

I hope everytime I sleep you'll creep out from inside my head, then let me feel you next to me laying in my bed

Images from my dreams, inspire the poetry that i write, so I hope for new inspiration, every single night

For though it's just fantasies, fleeting moments shared at night, it's the only time I get to touch you, until we see sunlight

Then as the Sun rises, you slip away and again we are apart, you go back to another land but I've got you in my heart

So make yourself comfy, nestled safely in my heart, it's where I keep you with me, until a new dream starts

THE KINKY POET 

Wildest craving

Tonight I've got to have you, in the kinkiest sort of way, I feel like a hunter, looking for some sexual prey

I'll stalk you through the darkest nights, I'm ravenous today, I want to own your body, I've  come here tonight to play

Go find your favourite hiding spot, it will do no good, I can smell your desires in the air, like any hunter should

I will track you down, your be a trophy strung up on my wall, shackled there waiting, for me to take your all

Hunger coursing through me, cravings running in my veins, images of my dream girl, flashing in my brain

Pictures of my dream girl tied up, your mercy's at my will, tonight I'm gonna do has I please, I want to have my fill

I know you have no real fear, it's just some kinky games and after I will care for you, so let's play whilst the dark remains

So no matter where you are in this dream, I don't care if you're behaving, tonight I'm gonna punish you and unleash my wildest craving

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