THE KINKY POET

Let me shower you with kisses

Let me shower you with kisses, let them rain down upon your skin, let them soak you in their tenderness, feel the love that's held within

Let my desires run across you, may it warm your body like the Sun, warming you through the coldest nights, until the dark is done

Let my voice be like the strongest wind, let my words blow your clouds away, so you see only sunshine, at the beginning of each day

Let my tongue lap against your sacred Rose, like the Sea rushes to the shore, lapping up against, until you can take no more

Climb inside my dream tonight, let me hold you through the night, let me make love to you the way you want, I know I'll do it right

Everytime I go to sleep know there's room inside my bed, for the dream girl who shares the space within my heart and head

So please come to me tonight, let us share my hopes and wishes, let my tenderness rain down on you, let me shower you with kisses

THE KINKY POET 

Stolen by the Sun

Pull me close onto your dreams, let us share this special night, doing all we dream of, together, please come to me tonight

Show me what you want from me, I promise it will be done, I want you to feel satisfied by the coming of the Sun

I'll share my secrets, tell you about all my needs and desies, so you can please me in return, we can ignite our passions fires

Share each others body heat, let me pay my respects to your sacred place, then you can guide me deep inside yourself, whilst we're laying face to face

Let me know your wants and needs, the ones hidden in your mind, I want to know your secrets, the really kinky kind

I will open up my heart to you, I'll lay all my secrets bare, to show you I trust you, to prove how much I care

Then I'll hope you'll reciprocate and lay your secrets bare, share with me your open heart, I think it would be fair

Both naked and vulnerable both in hearts and in our mind, together the two of us can become one, a blend of a special kind

Two blended hearts and minds, our bodies mould as one, this would be the perfect dream, until stolen by the Sun

THE KINKY POET 

Know the words are real

If I could write a poem, just expressing how I feel, then read it to my Velvet Rose so she could see its real

Read to her the stanzas, that carries my desires within each line, telling her how I dream of her and wish that she was mine

Spilling out my feelings, a chance to open up and pour out my heart, explaining how I constantly think of her, though we're worlds apart

A poem full of firey passion, blazing like my desires flame, expressing how she inspires me, to write and write again

Dreams and scenarios, run wildly through my restless mind, from the loving and romantic, to the naughty kinky kind

A chance for her to look into my eyes, to see my words are real, to feel my heartbeat bang out her name, so she could see and feel

If I could write that poem, my best poem of all time, I'd send it out through time and space, then have no need to rhyme

Because I couldn't write a better piece, explaining how I feel and she would have read my open heart and know the words are real

THE KINKY POET 

Welcome to my shower

Climb into my shower, let the water cascade down your skin, I'll soap up a big soft sponge, now let the fun begin

Sit yourself across my lap, I'll soap up your sexy curves, I'll make patterns on your body, pretty swirls and swerves

Warm bubbles on your body, your nipples harden to my touch, the bubbles run down your front, disappearing down your crutch

Soon washing you is not enough, I drop the sponge onto the floor, we start off by kissing but soon moved onto more

My manhood is wanting you, each throb calls out your name, you reach down and guide me in, you ignite our sexual flame

Slowly I push up, as you start to grind down on my lap, the noise of you coming down, made a kind of watery slap

You driving down real hard and fast, makes pound with power, soon we both cum together, welcome to my shower

THE KINKY POET 

Retro Queen

With your fur trimmed mules and lacey seamed stockings, pulled high upon your legs, you make me so hungry for you, I start to drool and beg

Through the sheer lace baby doll, I can see your perfect lines, a sexy housewife from the 60's runs right through my mind

From a age when things were designed to make a woman look so cute, there's nothing quite like a girl dressed in Chiffon, a fact you can't refute

Sexy and see through, you get to glimpse her pretty curves, it ignites all a man's passions and excites all his sexual nerves

Wether it be night wear or a cute dress with a petticoat, both are equally as sexy, both really float my boat

From full circle skirts and Bobby socks and shoes with Kitten heels, makes my pulse race faster, I love the way it feels

So tonight when you visit me, be dressed in retro in my dream, come fulfil my fantasy, please be my retro Queen

THE KINKY POET 

The baby doll

I have a thing for retro lingerie I love the styles they wore, from the 40's 50"s 60's they're the styles that I adore

Love all the Chiffon, trimmed with Satin ribbon trimmed with bows, they made a woman so feminine, I loved the curves it showed

Pretty and so very sexy, they made a girl look so very cute, they made them look curvaceous, a thing you can't refute

Baby doll nighties, or a flowing Chiffon soft negligee, is my ideal outfit on a girl, from then until today

The way they hung so beautifully, they made a woman look so hot, I think they're gorgeous, wether you agree or not

Perhaps even in a pair of mules, the retro style with fur, they'd make a pure sex kitten, who could growl and purr

So thank you for these classic lines, as crazy as it seems, all I need is my dream girl to wear them in my dreams

THE KINKY POET 

Teepee in my bed

Here you are before me, though I'm alone crippled in my bed, I can see you as clear as day though it's only in my head

Your in my favourite outfit, I adore you in Black silk and lace, just even thinking of it, puts a smile across my face

I can see every single curve, the lace flashes bits of skin, I can't help but get turned on, you drive my thoughts to sin

I watch you as you drop a shoulder off, then you make it two, I fixated with your curves, I love to look at you

I hear the zipper slide, it makes a distinctive sound, I can't help but release as gasp, as the lace dress hits the ground

You step out of the dress, with a flick of your foot it flies across the floor, your standing in silk lingerie but you know I want some more

You run your hands across your skin, you slide a finger in your bra, being careful not to show too much, you never got that far

My manhood is solid now, I've made a Teepee in my bed, I'm so fucking horny, I can't help but touch my head

Slowly you run your hands down your legs, you stroke hard inside your thighs, all the time you're focused, you haven't left my eyes

The bra clasp makes a ping, your breasts are on display, I beg you to come to me, I really need to play

Slowly your panties slide down, i can see your sacred place, my Goddess is in front of me with just a smile upon her face

You take a few slow steps closer, your nearly at my bed, I'm just about to touch you when, you're back inside my head

My eyes pop wide open, you were stripping in my head, I'm awake frustrated with a massive Teepee in my bed

THE KINKY POET 

A name

You can call me master, I could call you my body slave, if that's what works for you, I'll do the things you crave

I'll call you my sexy dirty bitch, my kinky, slutty whore, if degradation is your thing, I could think of more

Do you want to be my mummy, you can feed me and make the Tea, you can do all I wish, answer my every plea

You can call me Daddy, you can be my special baby girl, you can sit upon my knee, let's see what will unfurl

I can call you Princess, I'll be your shinning Knight, I can defeat all your foes and guard you through the night

You can call me Officer, I'll cuff your hands behind your head, I can lead you to our special cell, the one with the double bed

I can call you my Angel, my Goddess from way up high above, my sweetness and my heart, loads of endearing names, for when we are apart

I can call you all these things, it depends on the time or game but no matter what I call you, there's always love within a name

THE KINKY POET 

Nighttime visitor

You are my late night visitor, my dream girl your my muse, when I'm looking for inspiration, you're the one I choose

I visualise your sexy curves, I think about your stunning face, the moment that you come to mind, my heartbeat picks up pace

To feel your body next to mine, we're naked skin to skin, you wrap yourself around me, so the kissing can begin

My lips brush your painted lips, our tongues get so entwined, my desires for your passions, grow inside my mind

Sliding down your body, I slip slowly between your thighs, as I lick your sacred place, you release your sexual sighs

Your juice tastes so heavenly, I love the nectar from your Rose, the more you raise up your hips, the deeper my tongue goes

You are my gorgeous muse, my dream girl through each night, I hope when I close my eyes, you will come tonight

You are my nighttime visitor, the girl who drives rhymes, the girl who I think about, how I wish that you were mine

THE KINKY POET 

Inspired rhyme

I wish I could reach across the void, and give you a sensual kiss, to feel my lips touching yours would truly be such bliss

To reach out through the ether, across all time and space, to look into your pretty eyes, to see your smiling face

Though we maybe miles apart and you're only with me when I dream, every moment shared with you, I'll treat you like my Queen

I'd put you on a pedestal, I'd pay homage at your feet, give you everything I am, to serve you is a treat

To put your pretty hand in mine, to hold you nice and tight, to feel your body next to mine, would simply make my night

All things things I'd love to do, if I could cross all space and time, but I wake up again and I'm alone, but you've Inspired rhyme

THE KINKY POET