THE KINKY POET

Haunting

I wake up to a empty bed, that's where my haunts begin, reminders all around my house, of our carnal sin

I go into my shower, I see your shape pressed against the glass, hand prints where you were bent over, with water running down your ass

When I'm in my kitchen, I don't often think of delicious food, I see you across my dinning table and your always in the nude

When I'm in my office even whilst I'm busy at my work, I look at the bookcase and remember watching you twist and twerk

Sitting in my favourite chair, it's a place I often nap, it's there I think of spanking you, when you were across my lap

We've made love everywhere, you haunt every single room, I drank from your sacred place, your Rose was in full bloom

Kissing, hugging, tenderness some of the things we share, sadly when I wake up, you're no longer there

We share my home every night, from the shower to my bed, sadly the hauntings aren't real, just dreams made in my head

THE KINKY POET 

I'm yours

Take me rough, break me hard, bring me to my knees, do with me as you wish, I'm here to serve and please

Take me as you see fit, in private blindfolded in the dark, or dare to fuck in public, just have me in a park

In the woods or in a car, fucking as people pass us by, I just want to please you, the thought just makes me sigh

Tie me up in rope or chains, bind me with your cuffs, make love to me so tenderly or treat me really rough

Just use me as your playground, you own my heart and soul, to please you and honour you, truly is my goal

Each time my heartbeats i hear it cry out your name, ever since I dreamed if you, nothing seems the same

I hope out there in the void, you read this and start to smile, thinking if you were my dominant, if only for a while

Would you keep me close to you, would you keep me on all fours, or can I lay at your feet each night, knowing that I'm yours

THE KINKY POET 

New religion

Your body is my religion at your Sacred place I've come to pray, I kneel before your alter, bringing offerings today

My stanzas are my offerings, I hope you see their blessed, trying to say how you make me feel or at least know I've done my best

Each word crafted by my heart, carefully laid out in a line, prayers to you my Goddess, written out in rhyme

Testaments of devotion, sent out into the great unknown, promises of my feelings, carved out of my heart that once was stone

Now it beats once more, you've brought it back when I believed it dead, you've made me feel whole again, if only in my head

From my kneeling position I look up into your stunning eyes, twinkling like a million stars, in your heaven's skies

You're my Goddess and my saviour, what more can be said, I pray to you nightly, whilst laying crippled in my bed

I'm hoping you hears my prayers, you're my religion, you're my Queen, I'm hoping that you will bless me and honour me with a dream

THE KINKY POET

Fills your heart with light

Can you take the pain away, I'm so sad and all alone, laying watching TV and writing poetry on my phone

Dreaming of a special girl, one to make my life complete, to share all my heart with, oh how i dream of such a treat

Is she really out there or am I reaching for that unreachable star, will I ever find her or is that a wish to far

No more nights of loneliness, forever wrapped within my lovers arms, sharing smiles and secrets, sharing all her charms

Kisses, hugs and romance, feeling her beside me, laying skin to skin, I better go to sleep now, to let the dream begin

Sleeping is the only way I can bring her close and near, to share special moments, the ones I hold and treasure dear

So just as I'm dozing off, I send this hope out into the night, hoping it finds it's way to you and fills your heart with light

THE KINKY POET 

Daisies 1-2

Walking through a field of Daisies, we stop and rest a while, I watched you make a Daisy chain, I couldn't help but smile

You stood up to stretch, the Sun shone through your skimpy skirt, you flashed me a glimpse of thigh, my pretty little flirt

You wore the Daisies like a crown, to silent music you began to dance, watching you spin and sway, put me in a trance

Then you flopped back down, we both laid underneath the Sun, I turned my head to glimpse at you, then I knew you were the one

The brightness shinning in your eye, the beauty in your smile, I don't know why I was shocked, I've known it for a while

Our fingers found each others we are now blended skin to skin, it was on that Summers day, my heart just let you in

Forever I will carry you, you're deep within my heart, no matter if you're with me in my dream or living miles apart

THE KINKY POET 

Petals of destiny

She loves me, she loves me not, the Daisy's petals float towards the ground, is this just a childish game or does it show of a true love found

Each petal is yes or no, oh where will the drama end, will we end up lovers or just end up forever has a friend

True love or friendship, the petals falling must decide, I tried to count the petals left, as the Daisy died

But you can't count the petals, you must wait to find your fate, are you destined for eternal happiness or just be her mate

Yes no yes no the pendulum of fate just swings, I'm praying for a good outcome and the joy I know it brings

It's is getting closer there's not many petals left to go, it's nearly time to find out my fate, what will the petals show

Happiness or friendship I look at my fate spread on the ground, the petals of destiny, will tell me where my futures bound

THE KINKY POET 

On tour

It's time to go travelling, my hungry lips will guide the way, I'm going to tour your body, my tongue just wants to play

I'll start at your pretty face, I'm captured by your smile, it's difficult to move on from your eyes, I'll be here a while

Kissing your eyelids, I move down to your nose and cheek, then I kiss your moist painted lips, on these alone I want a week

I force myself to carry on, your neck is no next port if call, I kiss it with tenderness, I'm make sure I get it all

Down towards your delicious tits, I'm desperate to bite and suck, you respond by moaning, I can't believe my luck

Nipples standing to attention, my tongue runs circles deep and slow, I must leave a calling card just before I go

A bruise to remind her, of the fleeting moments that we've spent, before moving lower, hunting like a Tiger whose got a scent

My head is now on the path, I'm deep between your thighs, kissing your curves slowly, I love to hear your sighs

You push your hips open wider, your glistening lips are in full view, I put my mouth to you, my tongue knows what to do

Lapping from your sacred place, I feel your hand holding griping tightly to my head, I'm tongue fucking you, whilst you're rising from the bed

Perfectly we move in time, our rhythm moves as one, my tongue running deep inside, desperate to make you cum

Juices running down my chin, I try to catch each single drop, you calling out my name, begging me don't stop

Now yiu have two hands on me head, you're grinding in my face, I feel your cumming so I start to lick with pace

With a almighty shudder, you flood my face with cum, I feel you collapse flat back on the bed, I guess my tour is done

I've travelled to many places, but none as exotic from this bed, a land full of wonderous sights, tastes and sounds, visited in my head

THE KINKY POET 

Hell or Heaven's bliss

A kiss is but a fleeting moment but it can start a fire that burns so bright, the first move in the art of sex, a game that lasts all night

Passion passing lip to lip, erotica sliding off the tongue, there's a kiss at the beginning and another when it's done

The opening move can be slow and very gently done, or it could be the opening salvo, like a bullet from a gun

Slow burning embers, that glows throughout the night, or a firey inferno burning fierce and wildly bright

So many different feelings can be passed through one small kiss, it's all down to what your aiming for, it could be hell or bliss

Sadly there's the other side, it could be the pain of a goodbye, it may take a while for your heart to mend, before you give a kiss another try

Passion, joy, love, lust and pain all facets of a kiss, it's all down to the circumstance, is it hell or heaven's bliss

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