THE KINKY POET

Games we play

God I love the games we play, though they are in my head, shared moments of erotic fantastic made up from my bed

Playing every sexy scenario in the outfits of my choice, you following all commands ordered by my voice

I love to pick some kinky clothes, to see the look upon your face, as much as I love leather and P.V C  I adore you dressed in lace

We play from simple tie up, to dungeon scenes and more, one moment you're a virgin, then a sexy kinky whore

We go to different places from a Castle to a cabin in the dark, all different places where my desires like to spark

I stalk you and hunt you down, you are my desired prey, I watch you through your window at the end of a long day

You go into the shower, then fall back on your bed, I love to see you naked, well I do inside my head

Your sexy curves are hypnotic, I adore the sacred place between your thighs, I'm mesmerized by your beauty, your captivating eyes

All the things we do are different but one thing remains the same, we always end up hugging and kissing at the end of every game

So thank you for living in my dreams, you really make my day, thank you for fulfilling all my fantasies in all the games we play

THE KINKY POET 

Realms

Take me to your special place, the place of all your dreams, where all your kinky desires are met, or that is how it seems

Everything you need and want, reside inside this place, Everything designed to put you in your happy place

Where the settings always perfect, where all your requirements are met, where every dream you have there is, the nicest dream you've had yet

The Sun shines when you want it, if your strolling on a beach, or it's cold and you need snuggles, Everything's in reach

Outfits by the hundreds, sex implements by the score, some are old favourites, some never seen before

Cuffs, ropes, manacles, blindfolds and all different lengths of chains, all at your disposal only one thing missing still remains

That is your poet, I'm waiting at your dream realms door, open it up and let me in, let's share a dream once more

I want to wander in your realm, the way you run and live in mine, share your thoughts and fantasies, until it's daylight time

THE KINKY POET 

The New years kiss

To some it's just a brush of lips to some it's so much more, it's a tender moment shared with a person they adore

It can be over in a moment or last a whole life long, it can tell your heart you are in the place, you truly do belong

Mouth closed or open, firey embers start to spark, bringing love and light to a place that once was so cold and dark

Tongues fight for dominance, they twist and then entwine, dancing in seduction, along lips that taste devine

Blissful sexual firework shoot from your sweetest kiss, passions running wild and free, to share this is my wish

So I send out my kisses I hope they find your lips inside your dream, a simple kiss across the void to my New years Queen

THE KINKY POET 

New year wish

Soon this year will be over and a new year will then begin, let's hope its full of kinkyness, full of carnal sin

Ropes, manacles, and floggers all our favourite sexual toys, tons of kinky fun to be had for all the girls and boys

Dildos and butt plugs, ball gags, all toys to deliver pain, outfits of every kind to help in any role play game

Places to play your games, Dungeons, or a lonely cabin in the wood, places you should never go, even though you know you would

Graveyards late at night, you're a Damsel in distress, seduced by a Vampire, who tears off your lacey dress

Chained up or tied down, your at the mercy of your master, everytime a spank lands your heartbeats a little faster

Maybe she's in charge and your the one experiencing sexual pain, it maybe how it is for you,  until to you switch it up again

For me my wish is simple, I simply hope and pray one day, the girl I dream of nightly, will always come and play

So may the new year bring you, all your hopes, dreams and desires and long may they burn brightly living in your passions fires

THE KINKY POET 

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT KINKSTERS HAPPY NEW YEAR 

The Rose a very sacred place

There is a small piece of heaven, hiding in between your thighs, I dream about it often when I close my eyes

As pretty as any blooming flower, with petals like a Rose, I'd love to part her petals, and kiss her bud and watch her has she grows

Engorging with passion, her petals glistening like the morning dew, I move in a little closer, I want to drink from you

This Rose is so perfect, her nectars taste is so devine, I would drink from her always, if only she was mine

I'd love to be your gardener, I'd tend you everyday, making sure you're truly cared for in every single way

I'd keep her warm when she was cold and water her if she got dry, just the thought of tending her makes me want to sigh

Even alone in my bed the thought brings a smile to my weary face, I love that slice of heaven, your very sacred place

THE KINKY POET 

Sacred place

When you're on your own at night I hope your hands run down your skin, feeling every curve you have, your desires are no sin

Cupping your ample tits, nipples hardening to your touch, you're pinching them slightly the pain you like so much

Down along your stomach, you stroke your inner thighs, you want to go to your Sacred place, the need you can't disguise

But you don't want to rush yourself, you've got a lot of time, you even think of your poet, who adores you in his rhyme

You can feel that tingle your Sacred place calls out to you, you slide your fingers deep inside and heaven cums it's true

Fingers searching for that spot, thumb dances on your clit, dancing deep rhythmic circles, juice running from your slit

It's been a while since mind and body joined together and played as one, and if my poems can take you there, then my job is done

If I can inspire you and put a hungry look across your face, to me it's like I'm with you, at your Sacred place

THE KINKY POET 

Passions spark

I can't wait a second longer, my hunger needs to feed, I tear off you lingerie, my eyes alight with greed

You are tied down on your bed, your bodies mine to use, I can do just how I please, I can take you as I choose

Pulling at your underwear, I needed to feel your skin, let me tear off your lace, to find the treasures hid within

Your curves are delightful, your nipples stand erect, your body has me starving, it has the desired lust effect

I look down upon your body, I don't know where to start but I can feel my desires, they're racing around my heart

Do I start between your thighs, do I go directly to your pussy's lips, I can see her glistening, I'm hungry for a sip

First I must use some self control, I want pictures on my phone, to use has inspiration when I'm writing on my own

Locked up in my picture vault where no one else can see, pictures of my Goddess are waiting there for me

I slid on your Blindfold, you are now helpless in the dark, now I'm gonna play with you and let our passions spark

THE KINKY POET 

Story time

If you share a Sapiosexual connection, you make love inside your brain, it truly is the perfect place, for any type of game

Laying in your bed at night, reading poems on your phone, close your eyes and call to me, you'll never be alone

In your mind you can be transported to any place or time, wherever you wish us to be, the place will be devine

Everything will be at hand, from a Sun kissed beach or a Dungeon or maybe just a cave, there be all the toys you need, to give you all you crave

There will be no limitations, outfits hanging on a rack, floggers, cuffs, ropes and chains, there's nothing you might lack

Beautiful food and flowers, a forest in full bloom, or a large bed in a castle or you're locked inside a room

Chained up high or tied down tight, you direct the play, anything is possible before the light of day

Because in our brains the only walls are those we choose ourself, it's a book of endless fairytales, just sitting on a shelf

Just pick it up and choose a story, it will appear inside your brain, every stories different but we two still remain

This is our special place, where I am yours and you are simply mine, once we've shared a Sapiosexual night, I put it down in rhyme

THE KINKY POET

A quick poem inspired by the post of Apkrodite post I'M RISING loved the post and got me thinking. I hope she likes it

Frequency

Are we on the same frequency do we read from the same page, do we have a connection, are we at that stage

Do we see the things the same, are your needs quite like my own, do you think of me, like a think of you, when you're all alone

Do you get that certain vibe, when I come into mind, is it pitched above the rest, way higher than the normal kind

Does it put you in a place, where there's only you and me, tuned in together, the shared frequency sets us free

Where no one can interfere, where we are protected by this sound, free to dream or just be us, we're truly heaven bound

So whilst a lay crippled and alone in the darkness on my bed, I send out my frequency, praying it will find your head

THE KINKY POET 

If you could reach across time and space

Can you reach across time and space and place your lips on mine, to awake and find you next to me would truly be devine

Wearing my favourite lace, with desire burning in your eyes, your legs wrapped around, entwined by your sexy thighs

Temperature ìs rising as passions flame rise higher, you feel me harden, my manhood full of wanton, hot desire

You roll me on my back, you straddle me with grace, you guide my shaft to your Rose, there's hunger on your face

Slowly you guide me in, you're moist, warm and wet inside, you start to rise and fall, as you begin to start your ride

I hold on to your tits your nipples I gently start to squeeze, you smile at the burst of pain, you simply say "Yes please".

Long slow controlled drops, you take me deep inside, you begin to grind my cock, your pussy's opened wide

Juices running out of you, you soak my hungry dick, j scoop your juice with my fingers and take a needed lick

You begin to pick up pace, I watch you lick your lips, I pull you down harder now, I've got you by the hips

We rise and fall in perfect time, you say you want to cum, i start bucking harder, I also slap your bum

You begin to throw your head back, I hear you sigh and moan, just as we're about to cum, I wake up on my own

There was no evening with you, no Goddess dressed in lace, I stare up at a darkened ceiling, with disappointment on my face

Oh if you could reach across time and space and really place your lips on mine, I'd finally have my Goddess, until the end of time

THE KINKY POET