THE KINKY POET

Santa's kinky workshop

It is nearly Christmas eve, the shop is in full flow, getting ready the kinksters gifts before its time for the sleigh to go

His sack is very full this year, so many kinksters have been good, doing all their kinky things, like they always should

The elves are working overtime, the butt plugs must be made, lubed up and tested, only the best ones make the grade

Dildos of every shape and size, all made to fit a hole, in the front or around the back, to please you is their goal

Strap ons and floggers, a ball gag for that "Silent night" with a multitude of size ranges to ensure it fits real tight

Paddles and nipple clamps, roll play outfits by the score, everything from a saintly nun, to a sleazy whore

If you sent Santa a kinky letter be sure that it's been read, if you've been a kinkster, you'll find gifts laid on your bed

It's nice to see you still believe, Santa hates those who are mocking, though he may cum but once a year, he's sure to fill your stocking

THE KINKY POET 

Public game

You won't need your panties, daddy wants to play, wear a short skirt as well, we're going shopping for the day

Make sure you're accessible, I want to touch and feel, I love when we do public play, it has such a kinky sex appeal

It starts the moment you get in the car, as soon as you close the door, I can see your inner thigh but I want some more

I rest one hand on your inner thigh, I can stroke your mound, I can hear you purring, it is my favourite sound

When we get in the car park, we have to catch the lift, I love it if we're not alone, it's like the perfect gift

We always stand at the back, so I can feel your bum, then I push my finger into you, your pussy's juices run

You have such great composure, you chat and never skip a beat, the only real give away is your staring at your feet

Total concentration no one in the lift would know, I've got my fingers buried deep, no outward signs you show

We have a look around the mall, we always buy new lingerie, we pop into the sex shop, to find some toys for play

We sit and have a coffee, I love to watch you show your meat , seeing others catch a glimpse of you, really is a treat

We find a public bathroom, together inside we duck, I bend you over the porcelain, by now I need a fuck

Watching people see you, and playing in plain sight, really makes me horny so I'll need a quickie before tonight

I'm pounding very hard I want to make you scream and moan, you are keeping silent, you can hear someone on their phone

Someone's in the stall next door, I want them to hear us fuck, I spank your arse really loud, that will do the trick with luck

You cum so Silently I admit defeat and do the same, we get cleaned up and head off home, there ends our public game

THE KINKY POET 

Winters night

The Winters snow is falling, you may have got frozen feet, it's times like this you need me to share some body heat

Icicles on the windows, Jack frost nipping at your toes, your body starts to shiver, you've got a Rudolph nose

This is the time you want me, to hold you in my warm embrace, to help defrost your pretty nose and put a smile back on your face

Skin to skin we warm each other, we fight off the winter cold, snuggled up or Spooning as long as you are hold

Warm tender kisses help transfer some body heat, kissing under the Mistletoe, is always kind of sweet

The duvet is fluffy filled with feathers to keep us warm, our little piece of heaven, where we wait to greet the dawn

So if your freezing late at night, just climb out from my head, simply come and warm yourself by sleeping in my bed

Because especially on a winters night, the long nights are so harsh and mean, it's lovely to share your body heat, even if it's in a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Under my tree, a Christmas dream

A parcel wrapped in lace, underneath my Christmas tree, a bow of the finest Red silk and the gift tag said it was for me

It was such a pretty package, it put a smile across my face, I wanted to unwrap it but it was not the time or place

Three days till Christmas it seemed like a lifetime away, I am quite impatient and I so desperately wanted it today

When no one was looking, I had a myself a little feel, it was curvy and so soft, my need to open it was real

I hung up my Christmas stocking I put up a sprig of Mistletoe, I put out some milk and cookies for the man who says ho ho

I lay there on Christmas eve, waiting for the dawn, I was so excited i could not sleep, all I could do was yawn

One minute into Christmas day, I rushed down to my special gift, I peeled off the Red silk bow and took the lace off swift

There was my dream girl, standing with lots of lace around her feet, I said my thanks to Santa, for my Christmas treat

Then the alarm went off, for me that was the lot, I made my way down to my gifts to see just what I got

Some socks and some aftershave, stuff that wasn't on my list, no sign of my dream girl, no matter how much I wished

THE KINKY POET 

Perfect Rose

The softest velvet petals, wrapped up so nice and tight, keeping the perfect Rose bud, safe and out of sight

Her fragrance was so subtle, soft, fresh and so devine, when she released her nectar, it tasted like a vintage wine

I'd gently part her petals, her pinkness was so wet, ready with anticipation, though i hadn't touched her yet

I move myself close enough i can feel her softest skin, you raise your garden up enough, so my tongue can slide right in

Like a Hummingbird bird on your flower my tongue takes nectar from your Rose, with each lick I drink you in and my hunger for you grows

I want to water her and take care of her, you know how the story goes, let me be your poet gardener and take care of your perfect Rose

THE KINKY POET 

All fours

Get down on all fours, let me slide myself behind, let me lick and get you wet, your body blows my mind

Let me spread your ass cheeks, my tongue flicks around your ring, I hold you tightly by the hips, whilst I do my thing

You raise yourself higher so your pussy's in my face, my fingers run along your lips, their edge I love to trace

Your moistened lips are shining, my fingers take a dip, I pull out and suck them, you are the sweetest sip

My shaft is hungry for you, it throbs and beats your name, I use your juice to lube my cock, the anticipation still remains

I put the tip to your lips, you push back to take me in, your pussy's muscles grip me tight, we start to move in sin

Long slow grinding thrusts, I reach around to hold your tits, your nipples harden to my touch, as the juice runs out your slit

You get more aggressive you tell me you want to cum, you tell me to pound you harder, you ask me to slap your bum

I drop your tits and grasp your hair, I clench it like a rein, I begin to pound you faster, in the time that still remained

You beg me to let you cum, I've got you on the edge, each pound and ass slap drags you to orgasms ledge

Then I feel that tingle, I know I'm gonna start to cum, I tell you to just let go, you moan hard until your done

I'm a few trusts from home, within a few more pounds I know I'll cum, I pull out of you and start to wank, so I can shoot onto your bum

Your ass is covered in my sex, you're wearing my creamy seed, both saited and sweating, we both got what we need

We clean up and shower, we climb into our comfy bed, you lay yourself across me and rest your weary head

THE KINKY POET 

The Rose Knight trilogy 1-3

The Rose Knight part 1

The Knight rode out onto the tournament field determined to win the day, he would beat all comers no matter come what may

Each Knight told the Queen for her they'd win the fight, with the chance of becoming her champion, to protect her life and honour with their heart and might

Each carried a shield bearing their coat of arms, slung across their back, except our Knight at the end, he was head to foot in Black

He bowed his head to the Queen, then she passed him her favour, a kerchief of the finest lace, a moment he would forever savour

She wished them good luck and may God let the best man win, too the sound of the trumpeters the tournament was ordered to begin

Splintered lances and blood strewn the field, many brave men had hit the ground, crowds cheered for their favourite Knights, each fought bravely using all the strength they found

At the end of the joust only Two Knights were on their horse, a knight who wore Red and Blue cheques and our Knight in black of course

They sat high on their steeds, the Queen wished them both do well, but her eyes were fixed on our Knight in Black, her favourite you could tell

They bowed their heads to the Queen to each other they dipped their lances, this was the final joust, both must take their chances

Before the first round he pulled out her favour it was tucked inside his glove, a lace kerchief bearing a Velvet Rose, he knew then he'd have no other love

He put it to his bearded face, the lace smelled of the sweetest Rose, he knew he'd carry it always, from his head down to his toes

He kissed it and tucked it away, he pulled down his helm of steel, though it was just a tournament he fought like this was real

Ron

The Rose Knight part Two

This was the final joust both Knights steadied their angry steeds, the flag dropped their began to charge, both aiming to do their deeds

Both lances hit their spots, wood shattered but both held on, shaken but still seated the next round just went on

The Knight in Black rode at his foe, his steed was at full pace, then he felt the blow strike, crashing him in the face

The horse reared he held tight to his reins, he managed to stay seated but his lance had missed it aim, he nearly was defeated

He was now three points down, he knew what he must do, he must unseat that Knight or his jousting tournament is through

He thought about the Queens gesture she had put her faith in him, he knew he must get this right, the Queen must have her win

He charged for the last time, his aim was strong and true, has the lance hit the Knight, he said to the Queen this one is for you

With the force of a Blacksmiths hammer he struck the Knight right upon the breast, it unseated the other warrior, our Knight was now the best

The crowd went crazy he just sat still for a while, when he lifted his visor up, he saw the Queen just smile.

The first part of the tournament won, now it was on foot with sword and shield, he knew no man would best him, they'd never make him yield

Ron

The Rose Knight part 3

It was now the second day of battle to be crowned champion to the Queen, crowds gathered early such a sight had not been seen

The Knights drew lots to find their foe, our Knight stood all in black, he knew how to win this day, attack, attack, attack

Fierce battles went on all day long, the crowds gave cheers and song, in the end their were only two, the final must go on

The Queen gave her final words, they both strode out to the field, this would be to the death, unless the Knight said yield

Steel clashed on steel, each delivering heafty blows, shields got smashed and dented, they both put on a fighting show

Moving in and stepping back both looking for a next attack both trained in combat, both searching for that crack

That small crack of weakness, a mistake that would let them in, a minutes lapse in concentration, a gap to let them win

Both Knights were equals, both would fight back from defeat, the crowd were screaming for them both, it really was a treat

Then the moment happened the other Knight fell, the ground just made him slip, he hit the floor heavy, he had lost his grip

His sword flew across the ground, he only had his shield, he knew he was beaten, he raised his hand to yield

But the Black Knight took his hand and pulled him to his feet, he handed him back his sword, he wouldn't accept that has defeat

He stood in his ready stance, he waived the opponent on, but his honour stopped the other Knight, the fight in him was gone

He dropped his sword and took the knee, the battle had come to a fitting end, from that moment both Knights became true and loyal friends

Our Knight was made Queens champion, later on that night, he took out the Queens favor and held it to the light

In the very corner was a embroidered velvet Rose, that's why it's now painted on his shield or that's how the story goes

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