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

Shared visions

Close your eyes and reach out and I will do the same, I wonder if we'll make contact. In the dream time that still remains

Will she feel me touching her, does she feel me on her skin, stroking her seductively, my touches designed on sin

Stroking, brushing, cupping, mapping out her sexy curves, making her nipples harden, electrifying all her sexual nerves

Skipping up her inner thighs, where her wetness greets my fingers, I dance along heer roses petals, has the anticipation lingers

I open up her soft moist petals, on her bud I stroke and flick, I scoop herr juice out with my finger, then I give it a little lick

Even in a dream like state, her juice is so devine, I'd love to keep her in my heart, to make the sexy dream girl mine

Is this even possible, whilst we both lay within our beds, could we create the same dream, in our separate heads

Could our dreams be combined, could our visions be entwined, could I see her sexual fantasies and then would she see mine

THE KINKY POET 

Dream girl on my mind

Laying here surrounded by the darkness, I'm writing on my phone, stanzas of my dream girl, I think of when I'm on my own

I may think of a line, then I'm inspired to write in rhyme, it's about a special lady, who I dream of all the time

During my day she pops inside my mind, sparked off the things I see or hear, the feeling of the Sun on my skin, feels like she is here

In my minds eye I see a vision of her wearing sexy lace, instantly the day is better and I have a smile across my face

But at nighttime when I rest my head, I relax and close my eyes real tight, being forever hopeful, she will visit me tonight

Come across the void, we could giggle, chat and dance or i would make sweet love with her, if I had the chance

In my dreams everything is possible all my wishes could come true, I'd find true happiness and share my dreams with you

One day I hope she'll visit me in my dream and drop her lace outfit on the floor, then not only could I see her sexy curves, I'd get to see much more

THE KINKY POET 

Ravenous desires

There's a feeling deep inside of me when you come into mind, that ache beyond a hunger, it's like the starving kind

Well past peckish far more the need for a playtime snack, a overwhelming desire, to eat inside your crack

Sometimes it's all consuming, I can't get you out my brain, I try to think of something else, but you come back again

A vision who lives inside my dreams, the Goddess in my head, a banquet of desires, It's time that I was fed

I want to feast on you, to taste your pussy's sweetest wine, use my tongue like a Hummingbird to drink your nectar that's devine

I'm a well passed just hunger, this basic need it just won't do, I'm on my way to ravenous and it's all because of you

I'm ravenous for your body, I've a hunger that won't quit, I want to eat all of you, I won't be satisfied with just a bit

So come to me in my dreams tonight, let me feed upon your skin, let me sate my ravenous desires, let me feed my sin

THE KINKY POET