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 

The gardener

Shielded through the harsh winter, given only light and Sun, the nurturing of the perfect Rose has now just begun

Watered very often, tended with such love and care, free from weeds and insects, her gardeners always there

To keep her petals moistened, her leafs are the brightest green, her beauty is way beyond measure, she's the most gorgeous Rose there's ever been

The plumpest of petals, she was the most perfect shade of Red, I stared at her for ages, burning a image in my head

I thought I'd never forget that Rose, the perfect flower of my dreams, but that's not the true story, she's not a plant it seems

For the Rose I thought was perfect, the beauty before my very eyes, was the one you've been nurturing, nestled in between your luscious thighs

So now I sip your nectar, like Hummingbird at play, they maybe other Roses but, with this one I will stay

Why would you go to another Rose, when you've found one so devine, I will tend her constantly, until the end of time

THE KINKY POET 

The best seat in the house

Is there anything as sexy, anything simply more devine, than two beautiful woman, having a sixty nine

Caressing each others curves, they move with style and grace, both licking, probing, lapping the pussy in their face

Skin on skin the art of seduction, two sets of nipples are erect, each knowing what to do exactly, to achieve the desired effect

Kissing with such passion, hands knowing where to go, men could really learn a lot, if they watched this show

Fingers moving deftly, each woman makes the other cum, two bodies working in harmony, beating to the same sexual drum

Perfect rhythm, perfect timing, as one they rise and fall, giving their bodies to each other, both giving it their all

All the time I'm being quiet, sitting as quiet has a mouse, getting my education, from the best seat in the house

THE KINKY POET 

Through my veins

Each time my heartbeats it pushes the Goddess around my veins, sending her essence through me, each beat calls out her name

Bringing her into my life, she fills my life with peace and joy, having her share my dreams makes me a happy boy

Dreams of sharing kisses, feeling her sensual body next to mine, entwined as one together, the moments shared were so devine

Sipping from her sacred place, I drank her sweetest wine, nectar from my Goddess, my dreams just made her mine

Sometimes we were so sensual, but we also shared a kinky side, dreaming of her in sexy lace, showed a lust I couldn't hide

A ravenous firey passion, ignited by her sensual lust, I follow where her passion leads, in her I have great trust

My poems come from her inspiration, ideas just appear inside my brain, fed by the Goddess pumping through my veins

THE KINKY POET 

Prowling through your dreams

It's late at night and you're in a fitful sleep but you can feel me in your bed, hungry and full of passion, I prowl inside your head

Hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment I should strike, when to pounce on you and have my way, just do the things I like

Clawing at your lingerie, removing all silk and lace, to pin you down with power, then i ravage you at my desired pace

Take my time to taste you all, there's nothing I want to miss, nipping at your softest skin, I'm ravenous for a kiss

You don't try to fight me off, you could struggle, kick and bite but you know that will only spur me on, I love it when you fight

It makes the sex much sweeter, if you have to earn it on the night, deep inside you want it, you know that this is right

I pin you face down, you hear me growling in your ear, it's just to say I'm in control, to spread some sexual fear

That deep sexual, hungry noise, my hungry animalistic growl, coming from your poet, who tonight is on the prowl

THE KINKY POET 

Head

I'm not interested in what time it is just get down on your knees, I'm feeling really horny so now it's time to please

Put your lips around my shaft, run your tongue along the tip, if lose some pre cum make sure that you don't forget to sip

Take me deep inside your mouth, I want to feel my balls crashing on your chin, I want to make you choke and gag, as I slide right in

A handful of your pretty hair, makes your sweet lips mine, don't go to hard and fast, just slowly take your time

I'll control the depth and speed, by the way I thrust and buck, you control the pressure by how hard you want to suck

I'm getting closer to the finish now, I've got a urge cum, make sure you swallow all of me once this blow jobs done

My god not only are you so sexy, not only are you amazing when in bed, you're kinky and adorable and you give the greatest head

THE KINKY POET 

Welcome to the playroom

Welcome to the playroom, feel free to come inside and play, I've got a box full of implements, to use on you today

I have paddles, bull whips, I've got some shinny anal plugs, I'll cover them in some lube, so they pop in nice and snug

Manacles and handcuffs there's chains upon my wall, to take complete control of you, in here I own you all

Ball gags and nipple clamps, I've got some hot wax and some ice, heat then freezing cold, both feelings are quite nice

Tied down or hung up high, the bench to keep your legs spread wide, an assortment of dildos, for me to push inside

Once you're in my playroom, I can play with all your sexy curves, feathers across your body, exciting all your nerves

I can take you in everyway, my desires are in full bloom, all you have to do is open the door and step into my new playroom

THE KINKY POET