THE KINKY POET

Carved

Carved from the finest letters, the artist works all day, hunting for perfection, with the words he wants to say

Gently using stanzas to describe her looks and flow, rhyming all about her, he wants the world to know

He wants the world to read about the Goddess who lives within his lines, he tells of her beauty and her lips that taste devine

Lines flow from his pen, writing words about her eyes, how gorgeous her skin is and how her curves can mesmerise

Hypnotised by beauty, the poet writes whilst in a trance, of how he adores her and will do forever if given just the chance

Slowly useless words fall away until the poets done, only the finest words are used, to describe the special one

Then it's sent out in the universe, hoping one day the girl will find, the adoration in the poem, constructed in my mind

THE KINKY POET 

Starving

I push you straight on the bed, you see there's hunger in my eyes, you take a moment to gather yourself, that was a big surprise

I pin your hands up above your head, my body weight holds you tight,  ì start to open up your shirt, your bodies mine tonight

Each button shows your sexy flesh, now I can see your bra of lace, my eyes are searching hungrily, your heart begins to race

I fumble single handed for a moment, then the clip goes pop, your bra now is open, you're naked from the top

My lips kiss you hard and forcibly, you try to bite my lip, I force my tongue deep in your mouth, I take a hungry sip

Still you continue to struggle so I just tie you to the headboard tight, I want to use you as I wish, I've got no time to fight

Now you're at my mercy, I suck your nipples till you moan, they look gorgeous when they're hard and stiff, so I take pictures on my phone

Moving down your body I lift up your pretty skirt, I love it when you wear silk stockings, you sexy little flirt

My shoulders pin your legs apart, I pull aside your underwear, just to see you glistening Rose, seductively waiting there

I know I should have slipped your panties off, but hunger ruled that day, I was desperate to taste you, my tongue wanted just to play

Tasting you was heavenly, your juices tasted so devine, a mixture of love and lust, you truly taste like the finest wine

You thrash around as I eat, you moan and arch your back, I lift you up by your hips to get deeper in your crack

Soon you are cumming, I'm now lapping really fast, I slide in my fingers deep inside, I know your control just cannot last

You flood my face with your juice, I try to get each drop, I can hear you moaning hard, you beg me not to stop

Soon my needs were over your soaked but I've been fed, it's time to change your cum soaked sheets, so I release you from the bed

THE KINKY POET 

A kind of magic

When I send a kiss out does it reach your moistened lips, do you feel me touching you, this really would be bliss

Sent out across the void to lay softly upon your face, strong enough so you can feel it and with your fingers trace

Tenderness and emotion, delivered deep within the night, a messege just to let you know, I'm missing you tonight

Do you feel me holding you, do you feel my warm embrace, can you feel my heartbeat, pounding out its pace

Each beat calls your name has it drives you around my veins, even though we're miles apart i feel you all the same

I close my eyes and feel you here, do you ever feel the same, kissing you so tenderly in the night That still remains

Entwined though not touching, sharing though in separate beds, kisses, hugs and tenderness, it all happens in our heads

Is it a kind of magic, could the imaginings feel so real, can you feel me sending all i am to you, do you truly feel

THE KINKY POET 

Touch of steel

Cold and so very shinny, that lovely touch of steel, to feel it run across your skin really feels unreal

To feel it wrapped around your wrist to hear the cuff go click, knowing that there's no escape really does the trick

Slowly the steel warms up through our body heat, being at their mercy, really is a kinky special treat

Then there is another pieces of steel, some designed to fit real snug, shaped like a teardrop, that's the cold and pretty plug

Some come with pretty jewels, some come with neon flashing lights, used with some kinky lube, to slide them in just right

Long chrome steel dildos that slide inside with your holes ease, guaranteed to make you cum, your aching pussy it will please

All these things are shining bright, designed to catch the eye, once they're bought and paid for, they will make you cum and sigh

THE KINKY POET 

More thoughts of you

No matter what the time is, you just pop into my brain, pushing lust and desires like a drug into my vein

A smile creeps across my face as I wander off to sin, thinking kinky thoughts of you, so let the fun begin

Whether you are tied up or we're laying face to face, your eyes are mesmerising and you're nearly always wearing lace

You sensual curves call to me, I hear them in head, they makes me want to find you and take you to my bed

I want to hold you by the hand and lead you to my door, slowly I'd unwrap you and drop your black lace on my floor

I want to map you with my eyes, I don't want to miss any part of you, I see you as a work of art, a Goddess that is true

Standing in my bedroom you're silhouetted by the light, like a sculpture of Aphrodite, seen by the pale moonlight

Then I get distracted then the thought of you are gone, I'm sure you'll return real soon, it never takes to long

Whether I'm busy or just relaxing, maybe even writing in my bed, you know you're always welcome to pop inside my head

THE KINKY POET 

Masquerade

She walks into the ballroom in a gown of the finest blackest lace, she has a commanding presence though you couldn't see her face

Everyman wanted her, all the females wish  they had her grace, she moved with a sensual glide as she moved about the place

Men swarmed around her like moths drawn to a flame, but still she kept them distant, her commanding presence still remains

They got her drinks they gave her a seat, it was like a Queen holding her special court, but no matter how they grovelled to her, her favors can't be bought

She danced alone for a while her mask tight to her face, with elegance and sensuality she danced around the place

Woman watched with envious eyes at her curves, her sexy style, all the time in the corner the poet sat with a knowing smile

Then she saw him sitting there, in his chair of wheels, she walked over to him, in her pair of killer heels

Slowly she removed her mask, she at last revealed her face, the poet glanced up at her, his heart lept about the place

Instantly he knew her, she was the Goddess of his dreams, stunning in every single way, well to him that's how it seems

She lent forward and whispered, please take me to your bed, take me once again tonight, like you do inside my head

So the poet and the Goddess left the ballroom, soon they were both alone, and the masquerade was just a dream, another poem on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Withheld

Your hanging on the very edge, you only need that push, muscles gripping tightly, you want to let yourself go whoosh

Your writhing moaning, you binds have got you tight, though he hears you pleading, he won't let you cum tonight

Everytime he brings you close you feel him pull away, you are getting frantic, but it's all part of his sexual play

Anticipation building hard you're just about to blow, then he simply backs away or takes it nice and slow

But with every withdrawal he leaves you a little closer to the edge, building up your desperate need, to leap right off the ledge

He licks, he flicks he fingers you, he works magic on your clit, he brings you close to heaven but won't give you the final bit

You beg and plead you arch your back orgasms nearly there, he takes no heed of your pleas, it's like he doesn't care

Then he finally lifts his head he looks you deep into your eyes, then with a devilish grin, he sinks back down deep between your thighs

Now he builds slow and hard, his tongue gets buried deep  your juices running steadily has on your bed they seep

You are getting closer your now rushing to the edge, you start to beg and call his name has your pushed right off the ledge

You finally get your release, you shudder hard just as you cum, you lay alone in your cum soaked bed, the poets work is done

THE KINKY POET 

Shower me with love

Tie me up, tie me down, use some rope or parcel tape, make sure it's done up nice and tight, make sure I don't escape

Have me at your kinky mercy, do with me has you wish, to serve you and to please you, for me would be such bliss

Use me in all your kinky ways, let me be your special toy, by putting yourself in all my holes, Would bring me so much joy

Give me rough nipple play, hot wax will make me damp, bind up my delicious tits and don't forget the clamps

Take me to the very edge when i come only you can choose, I give myself completely, all self control I loose

Control when I get to orgasm, grasp me in a controlling masterful choke, I will do all you ask, each order that's been spoke

Fill my body with your lance, cream me with your seed, use me until you've done with me, take everything you need

I give to you my Submission, I want to be your body slave, just take me at your pleasure, do all the things you crave

Fuck me, flog me, use me, do all you've read above, then treat me soft and gently and shower me with love

THE KINKY POET 

Hunted down

I've seen you at least one thousand times though we've never shared a word, I have become obsessed with you, I know that sounds absurd

I've watched you through your window on the darkest nights, seen you laying on your bed, though I know it isn't right

I've sat next to you on the train, once you brushed my knee, if only you knew or had a clue of the pleasure it gave me

I only thought it was only right you know the reason why, you're blind folded with no escape, so please don't even try

I knew a Goddess like yourself wouldn't even give me a second look, that's why I had to hunt you down and finally were took

I just had to have you I'm obsessed by your sexy curves, I knew I had to own you, though you're more than I deserve

I want to share your body, taste your lips and juice, hoping one day you'll submit to me and I can let you loose

But for now you must stay tied down, so I can have my way, I'm gonna make love to you in my favourite way

Kissing you so passionately, please don't try to bite, there's no pont struggling the ropes are tied up tight

I run my tongue up you inner thigh, your moist pussy gives you away, you may be here against your will, but your pussy wants to play

I push my tongue in side you you can't help but raise your hips, my tongue dances on your clit as I steal some little sips

You start to gently sigh, you seem to give up the fight, I move around your body, you are mine tonight

You finally begin to talk, you start to beg me for my cock, I'm ready for you, I'm hardened like a rock

Pound you hard and pound you fast I fill your moist pussy with my seed, you ask me to remove the Blindfold, I listen to what you plead

Your eyes blink and you squint a bit, finally you get used to light, that's how the evening ended, I so love our role play nights

What a great idea to higher a cabin, a place we've never been, I can't wait for tomorrow, cause no one will here you scream

THE KINKY POET 

The naughty list

Come and sit on Santa's lap, oh no panties I can see, have you brought your wish list, let me look.and give the list to me

So you.don't want a Teddy bear or a doll to love and hug, you want a butt plus, that fits in nice and snug

Hand cuffs and paddles, you are such a naughty girl, the idea of watching you turns me on, just let the fun unfurl

I could tie you up another thing on your Christmas list, them beat you with a flogger,I'll do anything you wish

Control your orgasms, I wouldn't let you start to cum, total control of you, until my kinky play is done

But be warned this ain't over, be careful.on the street, one night I'm gonna snatch you, to make your list complete

So very merry Christmas listen to all the things I heed, I will fulfil your Christmas list, I have the things you need

THE KINKY POET