THE KINKY POET

Visits at bedtime

Searching through my late night dreams, searching for things to write, from snippets into stanzas, brought to me at night

Lines of words that try to say, I wish that you were mine, not just in a sleepy dream, but now and in real time

I wonder if you're out there, somewhere other than in my dreams, they say we all have a soul mate, is she mine or is that just how it  seems

Where are you dream girl, I'm searching for some inspiration, give me a dream to write about, before the Sun causes separation

Spend a evening with me, let's kiss then let us spoon, let's make love while we can, the Sun will be here soon

Wrap yourself around me, entwine me like a beautiful vine, let me taste your pretty Rose, make your body mine

Give me inspiration, give me the words so I can rhyme, inspired by my dream girl, who visits at bedtime

THE KINKY POET 

The rising of the Sun

I woke up this morning, with you still inside my head, remnants òf a romantic dream, in which we shared my bed

In my dream you were in my arms, your head listening to my heart, now in the cold light of day, again we are apart

But in my dream I kissed your lips, you tasted so devine, locked in a dream like state, you were simply mine

My hands ran across your skin, feeling every sensual curve, then I find your wetness, it's more than I deserve

A Goddess and a poet, how can this coupling work out right, I'm just glad your here with me, to share a lonely night

All that I could wish for, you're the girl who haunts my dreams, all my prayers have been answered or that is how it seems

It maybe fleeting moments, then again I'm on my own, simply with my memories, that I turn into poems on my phone

Then I send them out into the void, hoping somehow they'll get to you, maybe I'm someone's dream boy, I hope you feel it too

Two lonely hearts dreaming of a soul mate to share the night, both dreaming across the void, praying this will be their night

The night their dreams last forever and their love climbs out their heart and head, they make it to real world and really share a bed

No more need for hopeful dreams, together we'd be one, no need to worry what will happen, at the rising of the Sun

THE KINKY POET 

Pleasure me,

Looking for a dream girl, one to call my very own, one I can write poetry for and share fantasies on my phone

She must have certain qualities, I also want to fulfil her needs, give her all her kinky wants, to do all her wanton deeds

I'd hope she was into dress up, I've real thing for some hot role play, we could be different characters, every single day

I'd hope she'd be into cock worship and a little degradation, I'd expect her to fulfil my commands without any explanation

I dream she has a Peachy ass, one so round and smooth, the sort of ass I could eat, when I'm in a hungry mood

A ass that would go across my lap, so I can give it a saucy spank, I hope everytime I landed on her, her master she would thank

I'd make sure that I left my mark, so she remembered I've been there, I'd also love her and adore her, with all my loving care

I'd still want her a little wild, a girl I'd have to try and tame, I'd want her to be submissive but still be very game

Have her own opinions, to say exactly how she feels, she also must know her place and bring her masters meals

I'd love her to be happy, to be mine but wild and free, to give just what she asks for when she says to me

"I give myself to you master, for all the world to see, now could you please get between my thighs, I'm begging you to pleasure me"

THE KINKY POET 

My heartbeats pace

Can you feel my heartbeat, can you see my chest slowly rise and fall, each heartbeat calls out your name, do you hear my loving call

Reaching out across the void, I want you to feel my love, we are perfect for each other, we fit like hand in glove

When I close my eyes at night, you're the last thing on my mind, I hope it sparks off a romantic dream, of the loving kind

I hope to dream you're laying next to me, we meet in our special place, where I get to hold you in my arms and see your pretty face

In my dream you brush your lips, gently on my skin, the touch is so heavenly, so let our loving night begin

We share a lovely evening, in my dream there's only you, you showering me with your love and me showering my love on you

Our bodies entwined together, we have slowly blended into one, then I awake all alone at the rising of the Sun

Looking at the ceiling, I feel a tear run down my face, I let out a simple lonely sigh, as my heartbeat slows its pace

THE KINKY POET 

Favourite bum

Baby you have a gorgeous ass, I swear it can't be beat, would you climb upon my face and slowly take a seat

I love to pat it as I go past, or give her a saucy little pinch, your ass is so delectable, I love every single inch

I love to watch her wiggle, I could watch her twerk all day, I can't help starring at her, I love to watch her sway

When you are across my knee, just before she gets a spank, inside I say a little prayer, to the God's I thank

For whoever made your gorgeous ass, did a job that's so devine, I feel blessed every single day, knowing that she's mine

I love to stroke her gently, I love the fact she's always within my reach, she is so very juicy, my sexy, horny Peach

Everytime I see her a hungry dirty thought springs in my mind, like I'm on my knees behind you, eating her or pounding her from behind

If I could choose any ass, babe your ass is my number one, I adore her and crave her, she is my favourite bum

THE KINKY POET 

Haunting fog

The air is still on that cold dark night, you walk by the light of your mobile phone, somewhere in the darkness a noise tells you, that you are not alone

You search around as best you can, starring into the darkest night, now your feeling vulnerable, your heart races with the fright

Should you shout hello, but what happens if they answer back, it will home in on your voice, then they might attack

You start to walk quicker, but you feel they're getting close, you hear yourself praying to our God, our father and the Holy ghost

You begin to start running, looking for a comforting light, but you're surrounded just by loneliness there's no help for you tonight

You can here the noises getting closer, to you they seem so loud, there isn't even moonlight, it's hidden by a cloud

You didn't see the high kerb, next minute you've hit the floor, pain rushes through your knee, you're shaken to the core

Then it is upon you, you're alone in Londons haunting fog, you imagined it was like a new Jack the Ripper but it simply was a dog

Like you it was in the cold dark fog, unloved and all alone, you laugh then give him a stroke, then hobble your way home

THE KINKY POET 

The Rite

I'm still sitting on the gravestone, it's cold it's wet and damp, I'm freezing sitting here in my dress, my legs have got the cramp

The candles are burning low, the ritual has finished, the Ouija boards been done, still I'm sitting waiting, for the Devil, I hope that he will come

I'm here to be a sacrifice to give my pure soul away, I've done everything the book said to do, I hope he comes my way

Darkness is around me, the dead are all laying in the ground, there's nothing else but silence, I hear no single sound

Then I hear a footstep it sounds like a cloven hoof, I hope it is the Devil, but I'll need to see him to have proof

Then from behind a stone steps out a man in black, he has horns coming from his head, it's the person I was hoping for but now I'm filled with dread

He pushes me back onto the stone, without a word he forces open my legs real wide, I feel his breath between my thighs as his tongue goes deep inside

I feel his claws tear at my flesh, as his tongue does dark magic on my clit, orgasms come against my will, juices soak my slit

Then he stands before me his phallus feels big and strong, it fills me up so easily, to cum I don't take long

I find myself screaming, back arched I start to cum again, then he speaks for the first time, he whispers " Say my name"

I scream out Lucifer, the Lord of darkness to name a few, then he turns me on my front, I know what I must do

I go on all fours he enters from behind, then he starts to pound, he's fucking me so very hard, I feel it shake the ground

Faster then even faster, he screams out has he's done his deed, with one last thrust he explodes, I'm filled by his demon seed

Next I find myself awake cold on a gravestone all alone, exhausted I gather up my stuff  I make my way back home

He didn't take my soul that night but till this day I've not been juicier but nine months after that fateful night, I gave birth to my Lucifer

So now the Devils son is my child, I still love him with all my might and it all happened that Halloween night, when I did the Rite

THE KINKY POET 

Never got to play

Take pictures of me stripping, yes use your mobile phone, then dirty sleazy photos, to look at on your own

A constant reminder I'm your girl, get the camera up in close, take pictures of me doing kinky things, the others girls find gross

I'll spread my legs and stretch my ass, you'll have pics of every hole, to show you where your cock has been, truly is my goal

Pictures of me with toys, let me hear your phone go click, I'll pull my pussy's lips apart, but promise you won't lick

Today is about just photos, I want to be a sexy, saucy tease, tomorrow I'll be your playground and do anything you please

Take a pic of me on my knees, as if I'm about to give your cock as suck, I'll hold it for the pictures but then you're out of luck

Tie me up then pin me down, get a pic whilst I'm on all fours, I'll go put on kinky outfits, from a sexy nun to a sleazy whore

Let's fill up your phones memory card of sexy reminders of this day, where you got to see it all but never got to play

THE KINKY POET 

Wolfman and your scent

The full moon rises in the sky, the Wolfman begins to howl, he starts to look for a victim, tonight he's on the prowl

Has he howls he sniffs the air, he can smell you scent is there, he knows your out there somewhere but he's got to work out where

He starts to bound through the night, he wants to rip your skin, tear out your pretty throat and eat all that's held within

He still cannot see you yet, by your scent you're far away, he begins to pick up pace, he wants you for his prey

In and out the lanes he runs, He's hunting high and low, he knows you won't escape his clutches, no matter where you go

Your scent is getting stronger, you're getting closer by the bound, he can plainly see you now, he can hear your heartbeat pound

Soon he is upon you, there was no escape, he was hell bent, your fate was sealed the moment, the Wolfman got your scent

THE KINKY POET 

Watching in the dark

You are in the throws of passion, your eating from the midnight Rose, you can't see around you, you have her pussy on your nose

But hiding behind a gravestone there's someone over there, watching you eat her pussy out, you are both so unaware

His beady eyes piercing the dark, he has the perfect view, he's deciding whether to watch or attack, he don't know what to do

It's been a while since he has fed, he can hear blood running through your veins but he quite likes watching you with her, so the dilemma still remains

He can hear her moaning, she's grinding on your mouth, you're eating like a starving man, your face buried deep down South

The Vampire gets a stirring, he knows its been ages since he drank but he is getting turned on by you both, so he begins to wank

Soon like her he's cumming, it will soon be time to make his kill, he almost feels guilty has they've given him this thrill

He decides to let them live tonight, how close to death they've came they will never know, just because they turned him on with their graveyard show

He moves off in search of blood, he leaves them locked in their passions spark, they would be more careful, if they knew who was watching in the dark

THE KINKY POET