THE KINKY POET

My dusty desert heart

A smile could be all it took, to let a romance start to grow, it maybe from a stranger or someone you already know

A simple momentary eye contact in a crowded room, can make your heartbeat faster and make you kinda swoon

A simple gesture, or a few kind words, can make your heartbeat pound, then the seed is planted and it grows when they are not around

Then when they're not about, your mind wanders to their side, they just appear in your mind, though you haven't even tried

Hiding inside your mind, though you have no real control, the seed of love has been planted, deep inside your soul

Is this how love starts, can it grow from just one glance, will it grow inside my desert heart, if it gets the chance

Will it's roots find enough to hold onto in my hearts old dusty plain, will it get enough nurturing to really bloom again

Are you the one to be by my side, are we destined to never part, are you the Rose that will bloom inside my dusty desert heart

THE KINKY POET 

Promised

Look I'm handcuffed and naked and cleary up for fun, do as you wish with me but promise I will cum

Get out your kinky toys, let's make pleasure mixed with pain and once I've had a orgasm, we can start again

I know you've got some nipple clamps so put them on real tight, where do you keep your butt plugs, I want the job done right

You can blindfold me and take my hearing so i can't hear or see, so I'm not expecting the things you do to me

I don't want to see the flogger before I feel its gorgeous sting, let the shock run through me, with all the ecstasy that the pain will bring

I love the anticipation and the fear of the great unknown, just the very thought of it, excites me to the bone

Get your tongue inside me, then I want your hungry cock, tonight I'm yours just own me, fuck me round the clock

So beat me kind but fuck me hard, you promised I would cum, so what are you waiting for, its time to have some fun

THE KINKY POET 

History of sex

When I was a caveman, I'd grab a mate just by her hair, push down on all fours then simply fuck her there

When I was a Viking, we'd raid and steal and fight, then I'd take a prisoner and I'd drink and fuck all night

When I was a roman centurion, a empire would be mine, we'd march across many countries, taking their woman and their wine

When I was a Pirate, I'd sail across the seven seas, sinking ships for pleasure and fucking wenches where I pleased

When I wore my suit of armour, I stood up for all that's right but I'd find a Damsel in distress and ride her through the night

When I was a hippy, it was the greatest time for me, everyone was into love and wanted sex for free

But now I am broken, crippled in my empty, lonely bed, so I have to look back in history or dreams from in my head

THE KINKY POET 

The Goddess

What shall you wear today, something that's gonna kill, sexy and sensual guaranteed to give a thrill

The moment that you put it on, your persona starts to grow, you turn into the Goddess, that I love and know

Out from the shadows the Goddess comes out to play, the Queen of seduction, will visit me today

The outfit hangs so gracefully, it enhances every curve, just a simple look at you,  awakens every nerve

From your sexy killer heels, to your stunning smokey eyes, everything is perfect but to me that's no surprise

I want to.run my hands on you to feel the lace resting on your skin, feel all of your hidden curves and the treasures held within

But sadly you are so very far away, as for me I'm all alone, just looking at a gorgeous picture, that you sent me to my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Across the ethereal plain

Screaming across the universe, i pass through time and space, Skipping across the ethereal plain, to see your pretty face

To cup my hands upon your cheeks to deliver you a kiss, to share a piece of heaven, would surely be such bliss

To feel your body wrapped in mine, to feel our limbs entwined, to run my hands across your skin, such a moment would be devine

Moving around your body, my lips teasing every nerve, tongue dancing freely, tracing every curve

Lips blended together as one, we share a loves embrace, desire, want and passion, is written on your face

I kiss my way to your titts, I run your nipples in my mouth, they stand to attention before I work my way down south

Kissing down your stomach, I reach your gorgeous mound, I stop and say a quiet prayer, because I'm on sacred ground

My fingers stroke your petals, you sigh as move in, my tongue gets its first taste of heaven, as the oral sex begins

Licking on your Engorging clit, your Rose is in full bloom, juices running in my mouth, you'll be cumming soon

You burst like a shooting star, screaming across the sky, you hold me tight into you as, you release a sexual sigh

You pull me up your body, you lay your head upon my beating chest, slowly as you calm yourself, you say I am the best

You say no poets words has ever brought you to your sexual edge, let alone with simple stanzas, thrown you off the ledge

So now I'm back across the universe, my work with you is done, I've shared a dream with my Goddess and my poems made her cum

THE KINKY POET 

Fly

Time to smash down the walls, this cell has got to go, time to be who you really are, break free and let it show

No more hiding in plain sight, keeping yourself hidden deep within, it's time to take the things you want, debauchery, kink and sin

You pretended to be Vanilla, the perfect preachers girl, but you yearn for the darker side, so let your kinks unfurl

There are people out there, who won't be shook with rage, they live the life you want, they're already reading from that page

They share the same interests, they live the lives already full of kinks, they are non judgemental, they don't care what others think

You can be who you really are, find a place you fit right in, where you will feel accepted and where your kink is not a sin

So break down the walls that have celled you in, it's time for you to fly, smash the walls of the conventional down, you can if you just try

THE KINKY POET 

Panties...a waste of time

When wearing such a short skirt, panties are such a waste of time, the moment I get near you, I'm gonna make you mine

I'm going to drag you across my knee, your ass I'm gonna slap, then I'm getting naked and then sit you on my lap

I want to feel your wetness, brush against my thigh, then slide my hungry dick in you, whilst we're eye to eye

I lift you up and pull you down, in quick successive dips, my lap is getting wetter each time your pussy drips

I kiss your lips and then your neck, my tongue is nipple bound, they harden when I suck on them, whilst my tongue goes round and round

I start to thrust with force and pace, I want to make you cum, each time I ram my cock home, I fiercely slap your bum

Fucking you until I cum, our sex is always so devine, as for your panties well, I did say they were, a waste of time

THE KINKY POET 

The challenge

Wow that's it keep your ankles high above your head, I didn't realise you were so flexible, until we got in bed

You're as bendy as Pretzel, your joints are made of rubber, I can turn you inside out, my stretchy, kinky lover

Positions are endless, you can bend and touch the floor, a million ways to take you, what man could ask for more

I can grab your ankles and then just spread you open wide or lay behind and raise a leg and fuck you on the side

I can tie you up or lash you down, put you in a leg vice or a clamp, you can last for ages, you never get a cramp

From doggy to reverse cowgirl, over a chair and sixty nine, nothings to much trouble, you make each position fine

You must of been a gymnast, you can even reach back and touch your toes, how am I going to break you, only heaven knows

THE KINKY POET 

Your dream or mine

Where shall we meet tonight, in your dream or mine, as long as we're together, any dream state will be just fine

Just to share the night with you, to feel your skin on mine, then use it for inspiration, to put it in a rhyme

To share how you make me feel, or do the best I can, to put into a stanza, how you made me feel a man

Even though I'm broken, even though I'm stuck lying in my bed, somehow you make me whole again, even though it's in my head

Sharing dreams with you, is like a gift that warms my heart, sharing tender moments though we are voids apart

So when I go to sleep tonight, I pray my dreams will be devine, so where shall I meet you, in your dream or mine

THE KINKY POET

The flame

You can see the ravenous hunger, burning deep within his eyes, the look of desperate man, a look he can't disguise

Pains of the aching wanton needs etched across his face, the look you knew you would see, when you slipped on lace

You knew it was his Kryptonite, you knew lace would put him in a trance, especially when you moved around in a mesmerising dance

Hypnotised by your grace, the lace releasing glimpses of your skin, the closer you got to him, the more you drew him in

You drew him closer to you, he went like a moth goes to a flame, like Icarus flying to near the Sun, he'd never be the same

With no thought of consequence he had no thought of heartache or such pain, he just wanted to be with her and he hoped she felt the same

But you can't get to close to a Goddess, you'll end up a sacrifice, it safer to adore her from a distance, please take this man's advice

For once the Godess touches you, your life will never be the same, in the morning she is gone and then only mortal girls remain

They all my be very beautiful, some may be perfect as it seems but sadly they will all fall short, to the Goddess of your dreams

So try to kerb your hunger, take heed to the warning from this phone, if you touch a Goddess, you'll end up all alone

THE KINKY POET