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 

The first true kiss

You stand here before me, my heart pounding through my chest, I know I got to get this right, it's got to be the best

You take a step in closer, I guide you from the hips, my eyes are just fixated on your pretty painted lips

You are so very close now, I can feel your breath upon my face, it smells so very sweet, it makes my poor heart race

I know when we finally kiss, I'm supposed to close my eyes but I don't want to miss a moment of this wonderful surprise

I'd imagined I've kissed you, in my dreams we've shared much more, but this is not a dream, now I'm shaking to the core

At last we are close enough, our lips they lightly brush, I'm trying to contain myself, this is to good to rush

Then the moment happens and it's so much better than my dreams, I can feel the sparks fly, or that is how it seems

Tenderness turns to passion, I pull you into me so tight, we kiss for what seems a lifetime, we shared true magic on that night

No matter how many times we kiss, no matter how wonderful the bliss, nothing has ever compared to the moment, we shared our first true kiss

THE KINKY POET 

The playroom

He leads by your collar, you stop outside the playroom door, you're filled with excitement though you've been through this door before

The scent of fragranced candles great you as the door's swung open wide, your eyes adjust to the candle light as your led inside

Your master stops for a moment to admire the outfit that you're in, you know he's turned on by black lace, it moves his mind to sin

He unhooks his leading leash, then runs his hands across your curves, his rough hands brush your nipples, exciting every nerve

He moves up close behind you, he wraps you up so safe and tight, he gently kisses your pretty neck, before the fun that night

He leads you by your hand to his bed, he helps you take off your outfit made of lace, you can see he loves feeling it, there's pleasure on his face

He lays you naked on the bed, your wrist are bound then he ties your legs spread wide, you are at his mercy, what will he now decide

First he takes a silk scarf, you are plunged into the dark, excitement runs around your brain, your needs have now been sparked

Sight deprivation, you're left with the senses of smell and sound, you're left with the fragrance of candles and you hear him move around

Then the master starts his craft, he runs a feather across your skin, you feel every part of the quill as your night begins

Tickles and sensuous he flicks it off your pussy's clit, pleasure runs right through you, it moistens up your slit

Then he cups your harden nipples, he pulls them wearing a soft silk glove, the pain gives you pleasure, the master knows the things you love

Your body arches violently but the hot wax feels so very nice, instantly cooled off, when he touches it with ice

He makes you cum so many times until you've no more left to give, you are so happy to be your masters Sub, it's the life you love to live

Laying on a cum soaked bed, your bounds are then undone, the masters then showers you, then tells you, you're the one

You are his special girl, he then kisses you gently on your head, he leads you to his bedroom and puts you in his bed

Then he climbs in next to you, he tells you your masters always there, you love it when he's tender, he's great at aftercare

You spend the night in his arms, you're in his bed till noon, exhausted but satisfied from the fun you had, back in his playroom

THE KINKY POET 

Hard-core

I'm hungry for your body, I'm desperate for a taste, so today I'm gonna take you, there be no time to waste

I'm gonna rip your clothes off, just throw them on the floor, then take you with a passion, you've never had before

There be kissing hard and pinning down, you'll end up with some bites and marks, I'll do everything I've dreamed of, the desires that you've sparked

Spread your legs open wide, push them above your head, eat your pussy until you cum, then drag you off the bed

Bend you over your sofa, then take you from behind, use you like a playground, I have some dirty things in mind

Maybe force you on your knees, get you to suck my dick, force it deep until you gag but not to make you sick

Penatration in every hole, with my dick and your favourite chrome butt plug, buried deep within your ass, it fits so nice and snug

Then maybe I'll control your breathing, I'll give your throat a squeeze, tonight I'm gonna take control and do just what I please

I want to drown in pussy juice, so I'll sit you on my face, then pound your clit with my tongue, at a furious pace

If you're hoping for some romance, sadly tonight's there will be none, I'm just gonna use you hard and fast, until the morning Sun

So I hope you are ready, because as you step through the door, I'm just gonna pounce on you, tonight we go Hard-core

THE KINKY POET 

Visions in my head

Paralyzed in my bed at night, writing erotic poetry on my phone, I wonder are you're waiting in your bed, to read my poems on your own

Do you search each stanza, do you read between each line, looking for the words that say, I wish that you were mine

Are you laying in your bed, wearing lingerie of the softest, blackest lace, do you imagine me, touching you, In your warm damp place

When you read my erotic things in rhyme, do you imagine it was you, do you think what would it feel like, if it was just us too

When you're laying in your bed, reading my erotic rhymes, I'm here dreaming of you in black lace, getting inspired all the time

I close my eyes and reach out across the void I hope to feel your curves through the time and space, hoping when you touch yourself I can feel you in black lace

So stroke yourself through the lace, close your eyes and think of me, then wrap them up in sexual wishes and send them across the void to me

Send your thoughts across the void, let me receive them in my bed, let me feel your soft black lace and see your visions in my head

THE KINKY POET 

Do you ache

Do you feel like i feel late at night, when you're lying in your bed, do you have thoughts about a lover forming in your head

Do you ache for someone, someone to hold  so tight, to hold you safe within their arms, to share a tender night

Someone to feel skin to skin, with tender lips to kiss, to look into their caring face, would really be true bliss

Do you dream as I dream of that person you've been searching for, though they are a world away, it makes you want them more

Makes you want to share a dream, to be theTwo hearts that beat as One, a chance for fleeting happiness at least while there is no Sun

Maybe if we dreamed hard enough we could reach across the void, find some fleeting happiness in time and space and loneliness we'd avoid

So next time you have a dream, reach out with all your heart, hopefully we'll find each other though we're worlds apart

We may never touch each others flesh, or share a kiss for real, but if we can dream together, we'll know how it might feel

So try to find me in your dream, we're worth a  chance to take or do we go on hoping and go on living with the ache

THE KINKY POET 

Soft black lace

There's nothing more seductive than a dream girl in Black lace, clinging to a curvy body, with the shape I'd love to trace

Soft and very sexy, showing seductive glimpses of her skin, makes my mind start wander to the kinky side of sin

The lacey lingerie she's wearing makes a poet start to write in rhyme, turning my thoughts into stanzas, of a girl who's so devine

A dream girl in Black lace, inspires a poet to start to write, he hopes his words please her, when she's reading late at night

When she reads his homage can she see herself between the lines, images of her in Black lingerie, that feels so soft and fine

He hopes it makes want to dress up, slide into something made of soft Black sexy lace, he hopes when she looks at herself, there's a smile upon her face

She smiles knowing if the poet could see her now, he'd have a smile across his face, then he would get to writing poetry at a furious pace

Then she would have inspired him, to put down, his desires for a girl in just Black lace and how even just the thought of her, would cause his heart to race

THE KINKY POET