THE KINKY POET

Kinky too

Wrap yourself around me, close your legs real tight, snuggle up inside my arms, let's share a dream tonight

Mould yourself to my shape, let's spoon together like we're one, cuddled in a perfect hug, as we wait to greet the Sun

Or I can spoon with you, run the softest kisses
down your spine, whispering tender words, telling you, you are devine

Holding hands chatting, sharing our hopes and dreams, making plans for the future, or that is how it seems

Kissing so tenderly, we share such a warm embrace, I'm looking deep into your eyes, I'm mesmerized by your face

Watching you smiling as you rest your head upon my chest, the feeling of contentment, simply is the best

Not every dream is a kinky dream, of sex or pain or play, I often dream of romance, at the ending of the day

Yes you are so beautiful, I dream about your sexy curves, but I also have a tender side, of which you do deserve

Because I want to share all of me, the soft and my kink with you and in my dreams you love my tender side and my kinky too

THE KINKY POET 

When I'm in my bed

My god I can't concentrate, you are running through my mind, I can't stop thinking many thoughts of the kinky kind

One moment I got shackled to my Dungeon wall, you are at my kinky mercy, now I own you all

Then we are in a park, picnicking on a blanket in the Sun, then we're making love, once the feast is done

Bent over in my school office desk, you've been bad again, I'm lifting up your school skirt to give you a stinging cane

Now I'm laying on my bed, you're sitting on my face, I'm drinking from your pussy, the thought makes my heart race

Then you are my playground your bodies mine to own, I do with you as I please, then take pictures on my phone

Passions running hard and fast, desires flowing free, I eat you until you cum, then you do the same to me

Thoughts sending pictures, how I wish that they were true, I'd give up all these thoughts I have, for something real with you

Daytime thoughts or nighttime dreams, they always end the same, you always end up in my arms at the end of every game

So I try to get on with my day, shake the kinky thoughts out of my head, hoping they will return tonight, when I'm tucked up in my bed

THE KINKY POET 

Sipping from your Rose

I slowly spread your thighs, I'm at your moistened sacred place, I kissed my way along your thighs, at a slow deliberate pace

Enjoying every moment, nipping and kissing up your inner thigh, feeling your body quivering, listening to your sigh

Your sacred place is glistening, its like dew upon a Rose, you are the perfect blossom, the perfect flower I suppose

Slowly I part your petals, your bud glistens in the light, I'm honoured and I'm humbled to be with you tonight

To be chosen to pay homage, to sip your sweetest wine, to have you for the evening to have that taste devine

My tongue lapping, flicking, it dances on your swollen bud, engorged by your desire, full of your rampant blood

Why I was given this honour, I guess only you my Goddess knows, but I feel privileged to be between your thighs, sipping from your Rose

THE KINKY POET 

Poem on my phone

I want you, oh how I need you, but I'm still here on my own, with memories of fleeting dreams and poems on my phone

All the wishing in the world, can't make my wish come true, I'd give away a lifetime of dreams, to spend one night with you

Not in my dream like world, but have you laying in my arms, sharing tender kisses, feeling all your charms

Touching your delicious skin, feeling your heartbeat on my chest, looking deep into your eyes, now that would be the best

Lips brushing softly, our tongues in some erotic dance, both hunting for pure dominance if it gets the chance

Hands clasped together, fingers entwined in some erotic knot, making love together, both giving all we got

Soaked in a sexual sweat, I hear you sigh and moan, then my eyes open and once again I'm on my own

My wishes haven't been answered, I'm awake and all alone, again I got a fleeting memory and a poem on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Obsession

I'm ravenous for your body, the hunger runs throughout my veins, I want to tear your clothes off, my need seems so insane

I can't think of nothing else, I'm distracted by your curves, my passion is on fire, you've ignited all my nerves

To simply touch your body, is the thing I most desire, simply thinking of you, sets my dreams on fire

Ripping all your clothes off, in a state of sexual heat, kissing, biting, spanking, would be a kinky treat

Forcing you to do my bidding, I want to use you as my doll, I want to own your body, I want your heart and soul

I'd make you my sexual playground, I'd sate my ravenous desires, licking, probing, eating you, as the flames of lust grow higher

It could be called obsession, I want you bad that's true, not anyone can fill my needs, baby it's just you

You are my obsession, the girl of whom I always dream, I want you come to me tonight, please come to me my Queen

THE KINKY POET 

Loves bitter sting

I clench my fists tightly as the first mark bites into my skin, romance entwined with pain, it feeds my need for sin

Feeling the first bite of lust, the welts begin to grow, put down in private places, to make sure that they don't show

The tightness of the binds, make sure I'm held secure, though I'd never struggle, the pain I just endure

You'll never hear me scream, you'd never make me cry, flog me with all you have, give me your best shot, try

Get out your favourite toys, don't forget to put on the clamps on tight, I want to mix my pain and ecstasy, give me your all tonight

Some may think it's crazy, but I adore the sting of pain, it sends me into orgasm, just strike me once again

It's just the person who I am, I guess masochism is just my thing, I love to be put through pain, I love its bitter sting

THE KINKY POET 

Blow job masterclass 

Oh my god girl you better stop, I'm so close to the edge, if you don't stop doing that, you'll throw me off the ledge

My dear you have a talent, I don't know what else to say, I wish I could control myself, so this would last all day

Slowly, please slowly, I can feel my balls against your chin, you must have a deep throat, to take my dick right in

To feel your hands around my balls as your tongue flicks around my head, has me on the edge of ecstasy, right here upon my bed

Your teeth run down my shaft, it's a masterclass of sucking dick, you know exactly what to do, you know what makes me tick

My mind is simply frazzled, it's a gift, that's plain to see, I'm honoured that you chose too, share your gift with me

My body now is trembling, I'm close to filling your mouth with seed, move your mouth or swallow, I've nearly done the deed

THE KINKY POET 

Welcome to the Dungeon

Welcome to the dungeon, take your name tag, take seat, take yourself a glass of wine, I'll start the meet and greet

Welcome to my Dungeon, some people you may know, there are only a few rules to follow, then we can start this show

Firstly no photos without full consent of those who are in play, you must do everything they ask, do all the things they say

Here on the main stage we have a person who has asked to be spanked, so form a orderly line, after which he should be thanked

There are ropes and chains and shackles feel free to use and play, the toys are all optional, they've been bought today

Feel free to mingle, but you must always ask before you touch, only do what they say, never do too much

Respect to all within this Dungeon is our major rule, yes we use degradation but you must never be just cruel

So all enjoy your evening, have fun and make new friends, let loose your inner kink, until this evening ends

THE KINKY POET 

Sandman

I'm laying here waiting for the Sandman to come my way, waiting for him to bring me a dream at the ending of the day

Waiting for him to bring my girl, to place her inside my head, so I can see my dream girl, beside me on my bed

The sands of time are passing, the Sun has said goodnight, now I'm hoping she will come and be mine for the night

To spend the night together, to have our bodies blend as one, sharing fleeting moments, until the rising of the Sun

I'm ready Mr Sandman, please send the dreams I pray, let me see my special girl, I've needed her all day

I need to hold her in my arms, I'm trying hard to fall asleep, please send me off my sleep, so into my night she'll creep

Please send her into my dream, I know for this job you're the man, send her to me here tonight, I'm begging you Sandman

Ron

Touching you instead

When you read my poetry, I hope you release some sighs, I hope your hands move across your skin, heading between your thighs

Only stopping at your nipples, I hope they harden to your touch, you play there for a little while, before going to your crutch

You give nipples a little twist, you get excitement from the pain, endorphins rush right through you, firing pictures in your brain

Images of a poet, touching you, sharing a forceful kiss, taking you with passion, or at least that is my wish

Ravenous with hunger, i sends my hunger wrote in rhyme, sent to make wer and  horny and to think of me sometime

Think that your hands are mine, as you excite each sexual nerve, let my fingers take your place, dancing on each curve

So when you're reading poetry, getting aroused when you're in bed, close your eyes and think it's me, touching you instead

THE KINKY POET