THE KINKY POET

Last me for all time

Would it bad for me to say I'd love to see you bare, to say I'd love to see all of you and touch you everywhere

I'd love to kiss every inch of you, to run my fingers through your hair, let loose all my desires, live the night without a care

Feel your body next to mine, go down on your sacred place, spread your petals slowly, feel her close up to my face

To have you naked in front of me, so you had nothing left to hide, to know that we at last share this trust, would fill my heart with pride

Stroking all your perfect curves, feeling your nipples harden to my touch, to have you here with me tonight, am I asking for to much

I guess only time will tell, if I'll ever get to see you all, I can only dream of such things, only you can make that call

If that night never comes, at least I can write of it in rhyme, snippets taken from my dreams, to last me for all time

THE KINKY POET 

Sex now card

I can't wait a minute longer, I'm ravenous for a fuck, fortunately you cannot turn me down, what a piece of luck

You gave me a SEX NOW CARD for my Valentine, so I can use it when I like, so tonight you must be mine

Who would of thought a simple card would hold such a power, with it I can have you on any day or any given hour

Thank you for my wonderous gift, now get naked and across my knee, I'm going to spank first ready, One, Two, Three

Oh how I love how you get wet, each time I spank your bum, I wonder if I spank you long enough, I could make you cum

My fingers slide deep inside you squirm, you moan and sigh, I want to have you straight away but using patience I must try

I tell myself no need to rush, tonight you're my sex doll, why rush this precious gift, use some self control

I lead you around the house, we have sex in every place, then I lay on the floor and you sit upon my face

Your sacred place is so devine, your juices flow like wine, I'm honoured to be the one, who gets to say you're mine

Then I get behind you with my throbbing cock so hard, thank you for my Valentines gift, my awesome SEX NOW CARD

THE KINKY POET 

Time for rhyme

It's Five o'clock in the morning and I'm awake again, it's so hard to fall asleep with you loose inside my brain

I close my eyes and try to relax, but I can see you in my head, wearing something sexy, laying on my bed

I try to force out the thought, I'm desperate for some sleep, no sooner than I close you out, back in my mind you creep

I feel you touching me, my heart just starts to race, even with my eyes shut tight, I can see your face

Night after night you're with me, whether I'm awake or in deep sleep, you are with me always, you're in my heart so deep

Dreaming or a wandering mind, I think of you so much, the taste of your sacred place, your curves I'd love to touch

So can you let me fall asleep, then visit in my dreams, for its the place we make love the most or at least that's how it seems

Now another sleepless hours passed, it's Six am our time, still not a wink of sleep but at least I wrote this rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

You do something to me

You do something to me, in my dreams you light the flame, you fill my nights with such wonderous things, I'm so very glad you came

You turned all my lonely nights into the time I love the best, I cannot wait for bedtimes they're so much better than the rest

In the day I do my work, I try to concentrate with all ny might but I find myself day dreaming of your visits in the night

It is a time I'm truly free, you've breathed life into my soul, you've taken this broken poet and now you've made me whole

I try to write in stanzas as if my time with you was real, I know you're out there somewhere, I feel that you are real

So when I lay my weary head, I let out a quiet sigh, because I hope your coming and here's the reason why

You fill me with desires, my flames of passion burn wild and free, because you make me whole again, because you do something to me

THE KINKY POET 

Cosmos girl

Somewhere out in the universe, somewhere out in the milkyway, is the perfect partner or at least that's what they say

Deep out in the deepest space, lost within all time and space, is my perfect Cosmos girl, whose whereabouts I'd love to trace

I close my eyes and see her, her eyes sparkle like the stars at night, her smile is so mesmerising, like a full moon at first sight

A Goddess who is so far away, I wish that she was mine, would the heaven's grant my wish, would the planets just align

But each night I'm at my telescope, hoping for a sight, praying that I'll see her, oh please let this be the night

Please come and see me tonight fill my lonely soul, give me a full heart again, remove this sad Black hole

So at the setting of the Sun, what will the night unfurl, will tonight be that special night, I find my Cosmos girl

THE KINKY POET 

Horny itch

I've got that certain feeling, I've a desperate horny itch, I'm as horny as a randy dog, looking for a bitch

I'm hunting high and searching low, I need someone to play, Normally I have some self control but I'm ravenous today

My blood his pumping faster, I can feel my bodies heat, there must be a kinky recipient who'd love to take my meat

I need to put it in somewhere warm, really nice and wet, to release my sexual hunger, but I haven't found her yet

Then I remembered through all this inner sexual rage, I left a willing participant, waiting in her cage

I can't believe I forget her, I guess the blood had left my brain, she told me to leave her there, until I'm in need again

I unlock the cage in excitement, I feel my manhood twitch, I lead her to my bedroom, it's time to scratch that horny itch

THE KINKY POET 

This was inspired by a conversation with a friend who met what she thought was the perfect man. Sadly he attacked her and she said he turned out to be a land shark

LAND SHARK

Swimming through the shallows, he's looking for a bite but he won't eat any prey, she must be the one who's right

He swim passed so many, they don't even know he's there, perfectly camouflaged for the task, he swims without a care

He knows the one he wants, she'll be standing on her own, waist deep in water, taking pictures on her phone

From a distance he can hear her heartbeat, soon she is in view, he gets himself into position, he knows what he must do

Silently and with ninja stealth he gets ready to attack, he knows once he makes his move, there is no turning back

Now he's within striking distance he goes in for the kill, he's hungry to taste her flesh, he wants to have his fill

One minute she was there, the next moment she was lost, she stayed away from the crowd and now she's paid the cost

Not all sharks live in the Sea some walk amongst us on the land, they seem like lovely people, whilst they kiss and hold your hand

All predators pick the weakest one, so be careful in the dark, if you make yourself easy prey you might get hunted by a SHARK

THE KINKY POET 

Kinky Valentine

Oh your wear Red PVC  and lace, you must of read my mind, it is my favourite outfit, the kinky dreaming kind

Covering all your sexy curves, with glimpses of your skin, the Red is the colour of romance the Black just leads to sin

To feel the texture of PVC then then texture of soft lace, makes me get so horny, my heart begins ro race

I want to just pull you in but I also love to look and stare, you are so very beautiful and I'm honoured you are there

There inside my nightly dreams, you fulfill all my desires, everything about you, ignites my passions fires

Kisses of the softest kind, I get to sip from your sacred place, I get to hold you in my arms and look into your face

From Sun set to the Sun rise, each night I dream that you are mine, so I send kisses, hugs and all I have to my kinky Valentine

THE KINKY POET 

Week of dreams

MONDAY is a good day to start our playful sexual week, we could start with all the lights out and play naked hide n seek

TUESDAY can be tie up day, I'll go fetch the ropes and chains, I love a bit of bondage but so much of the week remain

WEDNESDAY Is dress up day, I must confess I love this day, you dress as a character and then we get to play

THURSDAY is our switch day, you're in charge of what we do, you are the dominant, my job is to serve just you

FRIDAY is position day, we do whatever comes to mind, from missionary to Sixty Nine, or I'll even take you from behind

SATURDAY is romance night, we dance and have a meal, showing each other tenderness, to share a love that's real

SUNDAY is the last day of the week, we hug and snuggle but as lovely as that seems, sadly I she'd a tear, for there ends my week of dreams

THE KINKY POET 

Feasting at your altar

Starting at your ankle, I kiss up inside your shin, nipping you on the way, my desires scream for sin

Now I'm at your kneecaps, I stop a moment to release a sigh, I'm on my way to pray at your Sacred place, I begin to kiss your thigh

Slowly your legs spread for me, your thighs brush against my cheek, further I travel up you, to the sacred place I seek

To me this is a honour, a pilgrimage to the place I want to pray, I wish to sip her nectar, I have this need today

I can see your sacred place, it glistens like a Rose with morning dew, you ache with anticipation, you know I'm aching too

My fingers part your petals, I sip your nectars wine, you sigh as i lap you, your juices taste devine

I'm praying at your Sacred place, my tongue shows you my devotion, lapping, flicking, probing, in every sexual motion

Then you begin to breath real fast, as you explode you start to shudder, I'm feasting at your altar, I adore you like no other

THE KINKY POET