THE KINKY POET

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 

A Vixen in disguise

Standing in the coffee shop, you breeze straight through the door, you were so beautiful like no other girl before

I get up to the front of the cue, I turn and offer you my place, you accept my offer graciously, with a smile upon your face

Once I had got my cup I headed to go out the door, then I saw a free seat next to you I wanted to get close to see some more

Your skin was so Flawless, you looked like a Angel in every way, you turned and said hello, this was my lucky day

We exchanged pleasantries, I could see your stocking top, I knew you caught me staring but it was so hard to stop

Your eyes were mesmerising, yiur lips were painted red, I tried to take a mental picture, to keep inside my head

You were so demure, like a Goddess In some movie scene, you carried herself with style and grace, the most perfect girl I've seen

We arranged to have dinner, we went out and had the perfect meal, when I took you home that night, we kissed I had a feel

You invited me to come inside, imagine my surprise, as we got in you pounced on me, you were a Vixen in disguise

THE KINKY POET 

Sapiosexual playmate

I wonder if you've got room for a Sapiosexual playmate in your life, I don't want to be your dominate, just to have some fun no strife

Sharing sexual fantasies, secrets, maybe pics sent from the phone, fleeting sexual innuendos shared when we are alone

I could send poetry that makes you get turned on, you could send inspiration, see how we get along

Be each others secret, someone we think of in the day, then share our sexy secrets, when we've got time to play

If I knew your deepest fantasy, I'd put it down within a rhyme, then you'd have it always, you could read it anytime

It might be fun to have someone, that you think about in bed, to vision when you're stroking yourself, they're doing it instead

If this sounds tempting and you think it could be our fate, let me know secretly and let me be your Sapiosexual mate

THE KINKY POET 

Stop the dance

With a outstretched hand across the void, the poet stops her dance, he pulls her close into his embrace, he had to take the chance

In a blink of an eye they were no longer dancing in a field of Celtish Heather, they were in the poets bedroom, at last they were together

No longer chasing a giggling, dancing girl, the poet was in control, passions spark crackled between them, she was a Goddess now and not a dancing doll

He at last could touch her body, run his hands across her lace covered skin, the tension was electric, his mind was intent on sin

He mapped out every part of her, not an inch of her went to waste, now he'd touched her sexy curves, what he wanted was a taste

Staring face to face, he looked into her big Brown eyes, his lips touch her sensual neck, she let out some soft sweet sighs

He moved up her pretty neck, finally he kissed her on the lips, she return the kiss with gusto, as he guided her by her hips

He led her to his bed, there he laid the Goddess down, with a sigh of contentment, she closed her eyes of prettiest Brown

He slowly spread her legs apart, she willingly gave herself to him, he moved in between her thighs, he wanted his tongue to go within

He slowly kissed along her inner thighs she guided him by his head, playfully he nipped her skin, his hunger must be fed

Finally he was at her Rose, his thumbs spread her Rose apart, he was so close to her now, she could hear his pounding heart

He moved his mouth in closer, his lips brushed her open Rose, he could smell her fragrance, she was a Celtic Rose

Her lips were glistening, with his tongue he took a taste, she was so sweet and delicious, there's not a drop to waste

He began to lap her, his tongue danced along her slit, probing, flicking, licking, his tongue made circular motions on her clit

The Goddess got into her stride, she matched each rise and fall, the poet wanted to please her, he gave the girl his all

Orgasm flowed right over her but this had started in her head, a connection made across the void and finished in his bed

At last they were as one, good job the poet took the chance, to reach out to the Goddess and for a moment stop the dance

THE KINKY POET 

Mysterious vision

Wandering through my dream one night, something caught my eye, it was a girl dancing, my heart gave out a sigh

Who was this mysterious girl, her hair was dark and long, I could hear her singing as she happily skipped along

Her curves were so beautiful, she was dressed in pretty lace, she turned around and smiled at me, her brown eyes shone within her face

She looked so very sexy, though I was mesmerized by her big brown eyes, i couldn't stop looking at her gorgeous shapely thighs

I found myself mesmerized by this stranger who's in my dream, her beauty was so breathtaking, her skin had the smoothest sheen

She led me through my dream all night, I followed as she danced, fixated by the way she moved, this poet stood no chance

He was captivated, he belonged to the girl of dance, everywhere she glided too, he followed in a trance

Was this some kind of magic, a spell cast within her dance, truly she didn't need a spell, she had him at first glance

Finally the singing stopped, she stood there face to face, she placed a hand upon my chest, she could feel my poor heart race

Then she said to me "Dear poet, I'm here to bring you love and joy, so now you'll find me here every night, my special poet boy"

If that is what you want she said, it will always be your own decision, it seemed a very simple question, for who wouldn't want to see a mysterious vision

THE KINKY POET