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 

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