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 

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