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 

Lover in your brain

Take me out and use me, I'm there waiting in your mind, use me for your pleasure, you know of the sexual kind

Make me do as you choose, lick, bite and touch your skin, do as you will with me, use me for your sin

Guide me to your favourite places, lead me to your heaven's gate, let me lap you gently as your desires I want to sate

Make my hands run free over you, let me crave you everywhere, I will do all you wish, tonight we're free from care

Close your eyes and feel me, let me give to you my all, I'm forever willing, waiting, ready to answer your desires call

I'm your imagination, your ravenous lover in your brain, there to please you sexually, time and time again

Now close your eyes take control, just tell me what to do, them let me take control and make sweet love to you

THE KINKY POET 

A Winters night

Snuggle in beside me on this dark and cold Winters night, there's room under my covers, I'll keep you warm tonight

We can hear the wind rustling through the trees, they sing a mournful song, you have no need to be afraid, you're here where you belong

Wrap your legs around me, let our bodies be entwined, close your eyes and drift off, a loving happy place you'll find

Feel my lips upon your cheek, hear me softly say, I will guard you through the night and long may it last I pray

Jack Frost is playing just outside, he wants to nip your nose, he wants you to feel cold and scared, from your head down to your toes

But that will never happen for I will guard you through the night, wrapped safe within my arms, I'll keep you warm tonight

So let the Winter do it's best, soon there will be spring, the flowers will be born again with all the joys they bring

Until then just snuggle up, wrap yourself in tight and let's share our bodies warmth, on this Winters night

THE KINKY POET 

The great beyond

In my dreams I own you, your body mind and soul, every aspect of the night, I have complete control

I seduce with my stanzas, I weave sexual rhyming lines, to make you feel desired and wanted all the time

Mesmerising words of passion, that you simply can't deny, that when you even think of me, you can't help but sigh

Words that cast a magic spell, that touch you oh so right, sent to guide you to my dreams, so we can share the night

Lines filled with kinky thoughts, full of naughty deeds, things that you wish for, to fill your wanton needs

Each word is like a throbbing thrust, going to your sacred place, you feel me inside of you, it puts a blush upon your face

You wonder how I can make you blush from a place so far away, but you know when you wake up, you'll think of me all day

Because my words have touched you, we've shared a special bond, a dream shared with the poet, from the great beyond

THE KINKY POET 

Another one off the wrist

God I'm feeling rather horny but again I'm on my own, all I've got are dirty thoughts and pictures on my phone

Snippets of desire, your curves drapped in PVC or lace, glimpses of you body and some shots of your gorgeous face

As the more I think of you my hand wanders to my cock, already its hard and hungry but to me that is no shock

I only have to think of you, play your images through my mind, instantly I'm ravenous for a feast of the naughty kind

My hand becomes your sacred place, I drive myself inside, pounding ever faster, I swear I heard you sighed

But the noise must have come from me, my deed is almost done, I'm my mind your breathing fast, again I've made you cum

But the only one whose cum was me, there ends the final twist, I'm laying there all alone, covered in my sex, I've had another one off the wrist

THE KINKY POET