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 

Eat

I want to slide myself behind you, I'm desperate to eat you out, I'm sure you taste like heaven, of this I have no doubt

Wearing black seamed stockings your lace panties beside you on the floor, you are a slice of heaven, no poet could want for more

You bent across a chair, me behind you on my knees, eating out your sacred place, the thought is such a tease

Thumbs spreading your moist wet lips, I can see your inner Pink, I can't imagine anything more glorious, no matter how I think

Your juice running along my tongue, you pushing back to take me deep, me drinking in your finest wine as your pussy seeps

Fucking you with my tongue, I want to swallow all your cum, my hands clawing, spreading both cheeks of your lovely bum

Your tight pussy muscles clamping, you start to tremble as you cum, I lick and swallow every drop, until your pussy's done

Oh if this was not just a dream, it would be the greatest treat, you bent over all exposed, just waiting for me to eat

THE KINKY POET 

Poets aim

Do I write the magic words that will get you nice and wet, do I Inspire you to touch yourself or even better yet

Do you get the urge to dress up, even though you're all alone, then take some sexy pictures on your mobile phone

Then to send them to your poet, for when he's on his own, so he can see your gorgeous curves, sent down to his phone

Do you read my stanzas, do they take you to your place, do they fuel your desires, do they make your heart just pound and race

Can you feel the wetness forming between your thighs, do you touch your sacred place, do you release soft sexual sighs

Fingers strumming on your clit, do you wish that they were mine, in your mind I've shared you, it's been written down in rhyme

My lips have touched your body, I've drank your sweetest wine, my tongue as lapped up every drop, your pussy's so devine

Can my poetry touch you, though we're miles apart, can my lines captivate and seduce you, reach deep into your heart

Seducing you with my poetry I guess that is my game, wrapping you in silken words, is a poets aim

THE KINKY POET 

Cut right to the chase

I'm ravenous for your pussy, let's just cut right to the chase, I want you straddled across me with your pussy on my face

I know that sounds a bit direct, but how else could I say, I've thought about it so many times and I need you here today

One knee either side of my head, you're sitting almost on my chest, me spreading your moist wet lips, hunting for my quest

Looking for your pretty clit, my tongue hunting for the spot, licking, probing, hunting, giving all I got

You taking complete control, your rise and fall dictates the pace, juices running like a waterfall, as you grind upon my face

I've been desperate to get you here, can you see the desire in my eyes, my passions are only truly saited, when I'm inside your thighs

So ride me like a race horse, I want to feel you cum, push yourself into my mouth, use your hips and bum

Let me see your inner lips, I want to run my tongue inside your walls of Pink, I'm sorry to be so very blatant but, this is how I think

I'm sorry this is graphic but I really want you on my face, so I thought I'd just be honest and cut right to the chase

THE KINKY POET 

The beast in me

God I feel so horny, I can feel you throbbing through my cock, I'm waiting by the doorway, it's nearly eight o'clock

I hear you in the road outside, I hear you turn the key, the moment that you step inside, I let my beast go free

In a moment you're in handcuffs hooked high above your head, I force my tongue into your mouth, there's not a word been said

You kiss back with all your force, your passion starts to burn, we are of the same minds, for each other we both yearn

I fumble for the buttons on your shirt, they're taking to much time, I tear your shirt open, I need to make you mine

Pushing up your lacey bra, I suck and bite your tits, leaving my mark turns me on, marks formed by little nips

I push up hard against you, my shaft rubs against your leg, you can feel it twitching, you can almost feel it beg

I drop down to my knees, your sacred place is wet, slowly I part your petals, I haven't touch your Rose bud yet

Your petals are glistening as if they were covered in morning dew, I push my tongue deep inside and take a taste of you

I eat you with such passion, with the ferocity of a beast, I've been ravenous for you all day, now it's time to feast

Licking, probing lapping, I can feel you start to cum, I pull out and stand up, you twist to show your bum

I adjust the handcuffs so now your facing at the door, your pussy taste like heaven but now the beast in me wants more

I pull your hips towards me your arse is way up high, as I plunge my dick in you, we both let out a sigh

All day I've wanted this, I've been desperate for a ride, finally your bent over and I'm buried deep inside

I start off with long slow thrusts then begin to pound, each time I ram my cock home, I make a growling sound

Hands on your nipples I take you with a animalistic sexual force, you begin to buck and gasp as a orgasm arrives in due course

I pin you up against the door I whisper, I own you in your ear, though it's only quietly you hear me loud and clear

Once I've had my way with you, I take you off the hook, I wash you in our shower, whilst you rest I start to cook

We chat over dinner, we watch TV then go to bed, the ending to a perfect dream, that plays inside head

THE KINKY POET

Bound in leather and dressed in lace

Oh to have you dressed up in a outfit just for me, any pictures that you've taken specially, would fill my heart with glee

A character outfit a school girl a nurse or perhaps a holy nun, they all sound exciting, I'm sure they'd all be fun

But if it was up to me, I'd love you bound in leather in my favourite lace, hanging off your sexy curves, makes my heartbeat race

Leather has that kinky feel but lace gives me exciting glimpses of your curves, I love when you are wearing it, it shows all off your awesome swerves

Leather makes great shackles, you can do the buckles tight, then you'd be at my mercy, you'd be my playground on that night

But no matter what you wore if you come to me in my dream with sin, I'd unwrap you like like a offering, so I could feel you skin to skin

Kissing you all over, with your lace dropped on my floor, you are so very beautiful, my desires burn right through sexual core

So whether you are naked or in lace or bound down tight in leather, I guess it doesn't matter what you're in, I'll desire you forever

THE KINKY POET 

What you do

I breath you in and you fill my lungs with hope, expelling all despair, bringing only joy and happiness, though I can only feel you in the air

Just the simple thought of you can scare the clouds away and bring out the shinning sun, the gods knew I needed a Angel, so they sent  me one

Dream after dream you are there, you soothe my aching soul, your kind words and tenderness, fuel my aims and goal

Inspiration comes from you, ideas just flood my brain, they get sorted into stanzas until a poem just remains

The heaviness gets lifted, you make it much easier to breath, I know this all sounds crazy and is difficult to conceive

But even though your just a dream, I'm glad your in my life, helping with the hard and lonely nights, you help me with my strife

So thank you my dream girl, I hope this poem somehow let's you see, how much your nighttime visits mean, thank you for setting this poet free

THE KINKY POET 

You make me whole again

Inspired to write poetry from by a Goddess from my dream, vivid fleeting moments, as real as they could seem

Skin on skin, lips to lips, we're laying together face to face, sharing the same dream, though separated through time and space

Sharing a warm embrace, your body is entwined with mine, wrapped within a lovers knot, her curves feel so devine

Eyes so captivating, my lips are drawn by some magnetic pull, they wish to mould with hers, so moistened and so full

Tongues dancing erotically, passions fires burning bright, a single moment with her, fulfills my dreams at night

Making love through the void, though broken you make me feel a man, you make me feel complete again, just like a dream girl can

So thank you for coming into my dreams, for bringing inspiration to my brain, for in our shared dream state moments I am whole again

THE KINKY POET