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 

I got played

Baby do you fancy kinky sex, I really want to play, I'll take you out for a lovely meal so you feel relaxed ok

Well we shall have to negotiate before this deal is done, I'm gonna want more than feeding, if you want to spank my bum

Ok fair enough I guess a meal was kinda cheap, so what will it cost me, for you to take the kinky leap

Well if we're going to dinner I'll need a brand new dress and shoes, not nothing cheap and slutty though, anything I choose

Ok so new shoes a pretty dress and of course a fancy meal, will that persuade you to play, do we have a deal

Yes we do in principle but if I got to wear that gag, it will cost you one more thing, I'll need a matching bag

Later that evening when all was said and the play was done, I was feeling happy and she had big hand prints on her bum

After when we were cuddling she confessed I had been betrayed, she would of had kinky sex for nothing and I had just been played

THE KINKY POET 

Squatters rights

Place a knee slowly either side of my ravenous, starving face, lower yourself gently and put your sacred pussy into place

Let my tongue run wild and free, feel me dancing on your clit, pushing my tongue deep inside, your waiting aching slit

Eating your sacred pussy is so heavenly, you smell and taste devine, your juice is the nectar from the God's, tonight I drink your wine

Each lap timed so perfectly, as you control the rise and fall, I'm pulling at your cliterus, I want to eat it all

Sucking hard on your clit, my teeth nipping at your thighs, you grinding on my mouth, letting out your sexual sighs

My hands gripping your gorgeous hips, I want to tongue you deep, stretching in has far has possible, makes your pussy seep

I might think I own your sacred place but my face is yours tonight, from the moment that you straddled me, you had Squatters rights

THE KINKY POET 

Play please

You've been across my knee already once for your cheek today, if you're feeling kinky, you only had to say

Sit here on my lap, I just have to this poetry done, then I'll put my laptop away and we can have some

That's it my sexy girl just let me finish writing for my poets page, you can't leave the readers waiting, hanging with their sexual rage

Listen go and find the toys you want, I'm very nearly done, pick out what you want to use, but include a paddle for your bum

Slip into to something pretty, put a smile across my face, I like you in anything but I have a thing for you in lace

It hangs on your curves so well, I love how it looks and flows, I love that it's see-through and your sacred place it shows

God baby I'm trying to concentrate, please let me do my work, it's difficult to watch anything when you begin to twerk

I'm mesmerized by the way you move, I love to watch you sway, oh fuck the poem here I come, I'm hungry now for play

How comes though I'm in charge, you always get your way, I don't know why I try to fight it, when you want to play

THE KINKY POET 

MY POETIC LUST

Hungry, starving, ravenous desires burning through my core, in my dreams I've seen you but I find myself just wanting more

Sexy and saucy I dream of you tied up in black lace, you can read I want you, by the passionate lines I've put in place

Stanzas full of wanton desires, words bursting full of lust, each describing how hot you are, so writing poetry is a must

It let's me show how hot you are, how you make me feel, letting loose my wildest dreams, each night you feel so real

Spankings, Role play, bondage and different kinky games, all of them super hot, to please you is my aim

From gentle to rough dynamic play, from slow to hard and fast, I'd do anything to please, you only had to ask

From nipple play to oral sex, your body was like my own playground, I tied you down nice and tight, so you couldn't move around

I had you at my mercy, in our dreams we shared a common trust, so hope this poem finds you in your dream, I call it MY POETIC LUST

THE KINKY POET 

Fires burning

The heat inside is rising my manhood does the same, everytime I think of you, I become all aflame

My mind starts to wander I think of the things I'd love to do, living out my fantasies, hoping you would like them too

They'd be no limits I could do with you, anything my hearts desire, embers burst into a roar, the Idea's fuels my passions fire

Passion and tenderness entwines itself with lust, I have such sexual freedom, because I know I have your trust

Tie you up or chain you down, deprive you of your sound and sight, you only know I'm there when I'm touching you, your bodies mine tonight

Kisses on your painted lips as my mouth begins to explore, though your lips are heavenly, my mouth desires more

My lips and tongue trace your curves, only stopping at your tits, sucking hard on your nipples, will help me wet your slit

Then it's time to move on, my tongue just flicks around, now I'm heading up your thighs, hunting for your mound

I hear you breathing quicken each time I nip your thighs, sighs give way to wanton moans and begging desperate cries

Soon I'm at your Sacred place, the place where forever i am yearning, the thought of you has brought me here, driven by my fires burning

THE KINKY POET 

Impact play

You can't see me and you can't hear me, but you know that I am near, even though you're tied down tight, there is no need for fear

You give your body over, to do just what I please, I can give pleasure but first I'm gonna tease

I take a large Swan feather, I run it across your curves, this soft impact play's designed to awaken all your nerves

I love to see your body arch, when I ran it between your thighs, I love to hear your murmurs, I adore your sexual cries

Then I step it up a notch, I swap the feather for some ice, from a gentle touch to freezing cold, your reaction was so nice

I ran it around your nipples, they instantly stand erect, I hear you let out a little squeal, that was a great effect

I move between your gorgeous thighs, I put the ice inside my mouth, when my tongue was icy cold, I put my tongue down south

Ice cold lapping, the tip runs across your juicy slit, It really took your breath away, when I was flicking on your clit

I spread some cream upon your sacred place, you were now my sexual feast, I eat you like I'm starving, I'm a hungry beast

Cream on your gorgeous pussy then on your nipples too, now I add some fresh fruit, I want to eat off you

I start to lap your pussy hard and fast, until I feel you cum, I push my hands to raise up, I love to feel your bum

All of this sensual impact play, is designed to drive you wild, I loved changing back and forth from rough impact to mild

THE KINKY POET 

My pillows

Please come share my pillows, there's room enough for Two, wrapped up in my perfect dream, it's always me and you

Snuggled under my desires duvet, we share our bodies heat, feeling you here skin to skin would truly be a treat

With your head upon my pillows, I could look into your face, see into your mesmerising eyes and feel your warm embrace

Share some tender loving words, perhaps a kiss I'd steal, your lips softly brushing mine, if only this was real

My arms wrapped around you, your head resting on my chest, having you forever, would be my last request

But sadly the sun must rise again ans you begin to fade away, I wake and I'm alone again, it is this poets way

But tonight my pillows ready, there's room enough to share, anytime you wish to come into my dream, know they're always there

THE KINKY POET