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

Naughty picture

There is a certain naughty picture I look at so late at night, it stirs up desires and it helps me dream when I'm tucked in tight

Glimpses of your body, the luscious curves you keep within, you ignite my fires embers, my wants just turn to sin

A flash of your nipple, desire in your seductive eyes, makes me want to see the Rose in-between your lovely thighs

My hunger just gets bigger my desires grow and grow, I imagine you were naked, with all your curves on show

To see your pretty bottom, to have your pussy in my face, if I owned such pictures, I'd hide in the safest place

Naked or dressed up in lace and especially pictures of your smile, feed my need to see you, if only for a while

I'm forever hungry, I'm ravenous to see you everyday, I'm mesmerized by you, what more can a poet say

Broken and paralyzed, my mind still needs to share some love, I dream and hope and even pray to the God's above

To see you from all angles, I guess makes me a greedy poet but its because I have a real thing for you and you already know it

So every night I dream of you and a naughty picture on my phone, whilst I sleep there is always hope but awake I'm on my own

THE KINKY POET 

Duvet of desire

Spooned up behind you I whisper poetry in your ear, kisses across your neck and back, to let you feel I'm near

Hands run across your skin, feeling every sensual curve, brushing across your nipples, to excite your every nerve

Snuggled up together we share a loves embrace, I know that you're smiling even though I can't see your face

Fingers entwined together in a form of lovers not, though it may be just a dream, you're my forget-me- not

Like the pretty flower often pressed within a book, I keep you in my memory, so I can take you out and look

See my special lady, the one from deep inside my heart, I hope that she dreams of me and we both can play our part

You bring your dream and I will simply do the same, so we can share a moment I'm the night that still remains.

So when your snuggled in your bed, your feeling warmed as by a fire, that's my dream wrapped around you, it's my duvet of desire

THE KINKY POET 

Ensnared

It only takes a moment to be ensnared by her pretty eyes, you start to search her body, from her head down to past her thighs

Her curves are so beautiful, in your mind she's wearing lace but you can't tear your eyes away from her pretty face

She's such a stunning beauty, the girl who shares your night, you hope that she visits you, every single night

You want to pay her homage so you put her perfection down in rhyme, then send it out into the universe to grace her for all time

You search for the superlatives, to give the world a clue, how beautiful this Goddess is and what she needs to you

But though you write poetry your words never seem enough, searching for the right stanzas, can often get real tough

You rack your brain looking, you write then write again, all art takes anguish, but there's Sunshine after rain

So no matter how hard the struggle, it's always darkest before the dawn, so you push on to write for her and never get forlorn

Because even though you may think you've fell short when trying to find the words to say, dearest Goddess you are beautiful and I think of you each day

THE KINKY POET