THE KINKY POET

That skirt ooooooh

Well yes of course you're tired up my very sexy flirt, surely you knew this would be the outcome of wearing such a sexy skirt

There's something about a short checked skirt that makes this poet drool, I think it's a throwback to my younger days in school

And when I see the top you're in give me a little peak, I can see your nipples, and your skin so soft and sleek

Now I've got you tied up high, your Black lace panties must hit the floor, yes you look hot in lace but now I'm after more

I run my hands across your arse, then run them down your thigh, you spread your legs slowly and release a little sigh

I kneel down so I can see the glistening of your flower, at this very moment it is you that holds the power

My thumbs part your petals, I begin to lick your Sacred place, your juices run so freely, I taste you on my face

From my knees I slide my fingers in, so slowly and so deep, using my other hand towards your arse I creep

Each thrust with my hungry fingers are balanced by a spank, your body is so beautiful I guess I have the God's to thank

You begin to orgasm I know this is the time, to slide up behind you and show you that you're mine

You feel my shaft against you, your juices wet my throbbing tip, you push back in acceptance as inside your Rose I slip

Thrusting, pounding fucking, I want to fill you with my seed, you have me so turned on, I've nearly done my deed

Reaching around for your nipple, I squeeze hard against your tit, one hand on your gorgeous hip, I thrust and cream your slit

Shall I leave you hanging there as punishment for your dangerous game, you wore that skirt to turn me on, so my wanton desires were all aflame

You know I'd never leave you there, it's time for aftercare, let me lead you to the shower and show you how much I care

Wash you down and dry you, then lead you to your bed, tuck you in so tenderly then kiss your weary head

Sadly when you wake up, you are again just on your own, then you find a messege with this poem on your phone

THE KINKY POET

The beginnings kiss

At last you hope you've found the one, you're sitting face to face, no one's ever made you feel like this, you feel your heartbeat race

Her eyes were mesmerising she has bewitched you in a trance, you'd stay there forever, if you only had the chance

You both are getting closer, you can smell the sweetness of her breath, you will never forget this moment, until you meet your death

She cups your face in her hands, you tremble to her touch, is this the very moment, you've dreamed about so much

She guides you in closer then pauses for a smile, the pause was but a moment but it felt like quite a while

Then at last the moment her painted lips just felt like bliss, you were given a piece of heaven, wrapped within the beginnings kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Get across my knee

Take your lacey panties off and get across my knee, I know you've been a good girl but this spanking is for me

I love to feel you on my lap, the touch of my hand on skin, I love to rub and pat your arse before the spank begins

I love the way you tense up before the first spank lands, the way you almost try to guess, the coming of my hands

The glorious sound of my palm clapping on your sexy bum, watching your pussy glistening as your juices start to come

With each spank your cheek is caressed but I love to leave a mark, a reminder of my dominance, that you can feel, when you're alone and in the dark

I love to watch my handprint appear, the bruise will last for days, so I will be in your heart and on your skin, with the welt I'm gonna raise

I love to hear you moaning, as you cum you always sigh, then I know you've had enough, as your orgasms start to fly

I turn you over onto my lap, your juices soak my lap, that's a small price to pay for the thrill of giving your bum a slap

Now it's time for aftercare we hug and chat and kiss, thank you for letting me spank you, the feeling is such bliss

I love the way you gve yourself and do these things for me, the way you slip your lace panties off and get across my knee

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