THE KINKY POET

My door

Last time I dreamed of you, you were standing at my bedroom door, draped in soft sensual lace, just like you were before

By the light of the full moon, I could see all your sexy curves, I watched as you walked closer, I loved the way you swerved

Standing at my bedside you stepped out of the lace you were in, you then took me by the hand and pressed it to your skin

My hands ran across your body I mapped you in the dark, feeding your every curve, made my passions spark

Then finally you leant over me, you gave me all the things I wished, I felt you getting closer and then at last we kissed

You slid in beside me, i held you in my arms so tight, that was the magic time, we made love right through the night

That night we shared everything, no poet could ask for more, brought to me the moment, I dreamed you standing at my door

THE KINKY POET 

Surrounded by the darkness

Surrounded by the darkness, awake you cannot sleep, do you reach for your phone and at my poetry do you peep

Do my stanzas run loose and wild, panting pictures in your head, do they make you excited, whilst laying in your bed

Do you begin to touch yourself, do you trace all of your curves, do your nipples harden as you wake up all your nerves

When you spread your legs open, do you stroke inside your thighs, until you find your wetness, then do you close your eyes

Eyes shut tight your hand is mine, do I please you with my touch, playing with your petals, my fingers aching for so much

Your petals moistened by your lust, open like a flower in full bloom, In your mind I'm touching you, though I'm not in your room

But in the dark your touch is mine, the leading man within your dreams, making circles on your bud or that is how it seems

Together in the darkness, we feed the desires you read in rhyme, between the blurred lines of fantasy, in which you're always mine

Your fingers work their magic, in your mind I've felt your skin, pleasured you from across the void, we've shared our lust for sin

Fulfilled and all relaxed, it's time for you to try and get some sleep, until the next time you're surrounded by the dark and inside your head I creep

THE KINKY POET 

Distance

I'm kinda of obsessed by this trick I've just found out that you can do, I've heard all about it but i wasn't sure that it was true

But now I've seen you do it, I saw it happen with my own Two eyes, I'm mesmerized by this skill, it was a huge surprise

I didn't know there was a special spot, or a button I had to press, I truly am amazed by you and I'm a hard person too impress

Thank you for showing me this wonderous and magical sexual technique, I didn't know if I touched you there, you would squirt and leak

The bed sheets are soaking, you even got some on the floor, I've never seen a pussy squirt but now I want some more

It was such a turn on watching you shoot across the room, I could see the build up, before it all went boom

Let me try to make you squirt, I know I can make you cum, that just takes my cock pounding hard and a finger near your bum

But with this skill it's like you can't stop, your body has no resistance, if I play with you long enough, you will squirt for me some distance

THE KINKY POET 

When Christmas has gone and psssed

"What do want for Christmas" we're the words I heard her say, after a moments pause I replied "A evening of kinky play".

We threw some ideas back a forth, then it came like a shot from out the blue, she simply smiled and said to me "I know just what to do".

All seemed forgotten the conversation was lost in time, until it came to Christmas eve, I'll try to explain it in this rhyme

She told me to sit on a chair, she bound me with zip ties, after she Blindfolded me, I felt her unzip my flies

Then shrouded in darkness her heard her open the bedroom door, I heard a woman's whispering voice, one I'd never heard before

Then I felt a presence I felt a soft hand upon my skin, the nails racked my bare chest, pains such a sexy sin

I felt the hand slide to my hips my trousers went on the floor, nervous but excited, I couldn't wait to feel some more

Her mouth slide around my shaft, I hardened with each suck, she swallowed me to my balls, I couldn't believe my luck

Then they stopped and straddled me, her wetness felt so good, her tightness pulled my skin back as she guided in my hood

Slowly she began to grind, she rode me on the chair, then came the next set of hands, I'd almost forgot that they were there

Ping went the zip ties, next I was laying on the bed, living out a fantasy of Two girls giving me some head

Then one started to ride my dick, the other hovered on my face, one rode me slow as I licked pussy at a frantic pace

My hands running wild and free trying to work out who was my Christmas gift, but I was still in darkness, the Blindfold I tried to lift

A hand grasped mine, then I was told to leave the Blindfold on, if I tried to take it off again, my present will be gone

All night they fucked me, taking turns to ride my cock, it seemed to last forever but obviously I had no clock

Then when I could cum no more, when my cock was hard no more, I heard my girl whisper thank you, then she closed the door

The bedroom light near blinded me, when my eyes were flooded by the light, my girl just said "Happy Christmas dear, I hope you enjoyed your night"

Till this day I've never known who was my sexual Christmas gift, I wonder which one of her friends it was, the very thought still makes me stiff

All I know she was curvy, I felt her gorgeous tits and sexy ass, I wonder if I'll get asked what I want for next year, when this Christmas has gone and passed

THE KINKY POET 

Kisses and wishes

Soft and sensual kisses running slowly up your spine, prolonging at your sexy nape, so I can whisper you are mine

Hand clasped to your hair, i turn your head to nip your ear, my spare is running wild on you, my breath is all you hear

I roll you onto your back with hands pinned high above your head, you've relinquished any power now, I own you in this bed

I kiss your mouth so forcibly, I see passion blazing in your eyes, everytime you grab a breath it's expelled in sensual sighs

I bind you to the headboard with silk, now I am free to play, I move down in confidence, your bodies mine this day

My kisses creep down your neck, only stopping at your breasts, I kiss and suck your nipples, I know you like that best

I hear you whisper bite me, leave your bruise your mark, her asking me to do this raises my passion spark

She arches as I gnaw at her flesh, the mark will last for a long, long time, reminders of our passions, a reminder she is mine

Moving to her flower anticipation has made her moist and wet, my mouth slowly covers her but I haven't touched her yet

She tries to raise her hips up, she wants my tongue inside her lips, I make her wait a bit longer, I put my weight onto her hips

She is getting twitchy, she's hungry for some of my tongue, I finally bury my head into her, the waiting time was done

Lapping, flicking, poking my tongue goes hunting for the spot, she's bucking frantically, her juices running hot

She's pulling on her Silk binds, she begs me to set her free, she tells me she wants to be set loose, she wants to get to me

But tonight is about pleasing her, and I'm in control, so she is left bound up tight, tonight she is my doll

My sex toy, my playground to do with has I choose and please, so I continue to make her cum, as my shoulders spread her knees

Soon she can't cum no more, I unbind her we kiss and hug, I spoon up behind her, we fit so tight and snug

I tell her tomorrow she is in control and she can tie me to the bed, then do with me has she wishes, do what comes in her head

THE KINKY POET 

When we switch

Kiss me hard kiss me fast, then push me to the floor, take me with passion like I've never known before

Ravage me like a Tiger, claw my clothes off, make me bare, do what you wish with me, tonight I just don't care

Bring out your favourite restraints, your cuffs or some lengths of rope, use anything you like, you know that I can cope

Tonight I am your playground, treat me like your own sex toy, tonight you are in charge my dear, I'm your submissive boy

Blindfold me with a silken scarf, deprive me of my sight, I'll rely on my hearing, but my bodies yours tonight

Bring out your hot wax and ice, put your clamps tight onto my nipples, make the endorphins run through me as my senses start to ripple

Bring out your flogger, get out the whips and that old school cane, once you've left your make in me, strike me once again

The thought of tonight's exciting, it got me all of a kinky twitch, I love it when you're in charge, I just love it when we switch

THE KINKY POET

My love is waiting

My love is waiting out there, just waiting to be found, looking for that someone, so our hearts could then be bound

Someone to share my heart with, with a heart they want entwined, a person who wants a special love, a shared love that's so devine

A person who I can wrap within my arms, a person to hold so tight, embracing them romantically, sharing our heartbeats through a endless night

I wonder if they're out there tonight, are they searching for a love, will they go together, will they fit like a hand in glove

I wonder if I will find my love, will I find that special love, I don't want to be a hand in the void, I'm searching for my glove

So for anyone looking for true love, I hope you find your true soul mate, don't give up searching, believe it must be fate

Believe that they are waiting, somewhere  they're looking just for you, they want to be the special one, to share a love that's true

Ron

I love lace the best

If I had to pic a outfit, I'd have her wearing pretty lace, just a simple thought of it, puts a smile across my face

It would cling to her sexy curves, it would drape seductively across her breasts, still showing a glimpse of skin, that's why I love it best

Covering yet teasing, you may get a peek of her intimate skin, it's bound to excite this poet, it drives my mind to sin

In my dream i feel her body through it, as i slowly stroke along her curves, feeling her nipples harden, simply excites my every nerve

Even without wearing lace, her body simply turns me on, but lace enhances everything, wearing it she can't go wrong

When I dream of my dream girl, I'd see her in soft and sexy lace, in my dreams she's lying next to me and I'm looking at her face

So if I could choose a outfit for her, to me lace would beat the rest, though I'm sure she'd look hot in anything, it's still lace I love the best

THE KINKY POET 

Setting of the Sun

Are they truly out there, the one to complete and mend your heart, somewhere in the ethereal void, maybe worlds apart

They say there's somebody for everybody, the other half of your soul mate, do you think you should search for them or do you trust in fate

Everywhere you travel are you looking for that telling smile, is it someone you see everyday and you've known them for a while

The person in your Coffee shop, who knows your name and your coffees kind, are they thinking of you or just a worker who's the efficient kind

Are you destined to find them or fated to always be alone, will you end up writing hopeful poems late at night on your mobile phone

Maybe you only see them, when it's very late at night, maybe only in your dreams, that person comes into sight

Fleeting moments they are there, you wake to find them gone, you know you must hang on to hope, though it might take long

But tomorrow is another day, you may see them face to face, it may take just a smile, to make your sad heart pound and race

In that special moment you will realise that they're the one, that person that you've dreamed about, at the setting of the Sun

THE KINKY POET 

Forlorn again

I can feel you slipping away from me as the night gives way to dawn, I am left alone again, sad and so forlorn

Will you return another night, I haven't really got a clue, I can't drag you into my dreams, the choice is up to you

All I can do is try to sleep, then in my dream go to our meeting place, then wander around hoping, I get to see your face

Dreams are not a guarantee, you just hope with all your heart, that you will see your dream girl again, once you are apart

Once the dawn has taken her across the void, when you wake up all alone, all you have is wishes and poems on your phone

So if I see you again in my dreams, I will kiss and hold you tight, grateful that you've come to me on this dark and lonely night

Sometimes I wish for foolish things, things I know just can't be right, like the Sun will set forever so I can dream for a eternal night

Then I wouldn't have to say goodbye at the rising of the dawn, I'd dream and be forever happy, instead of alone and all forlorn ...again

THE KINKY POET