THE KINKY POET

Wrecked and torn

My god I want your body, I've a hunger deep inside my soul, this ravenous need is growing, to own you is my goal

I want to use you for my pleasure, you'll be my playground after dark, you will feed all my desires, make the animal in me spark

Feed this wildest hunger, on your body I want to feast, I'm going to eat you raw tonight, it's time to unleash my sexual beast

Start at your ankles leaving a trail of bite marks on your skin, a bruised path leading right to your goblet full sin

Get me love drunk on your pussy, drown me in your juice, let's have a sexual battle both knowing there will be no need for a truce

I'll ask no mercy, I obviously i know you will do the same, no quarter given between us in our kinky game

We battle on throughout the night not stopping till the break of dawn, as the sun comes up we're exhausted and satisfied though our clothing's wrecked and torn

THE KINKY POET 

Friends

When you asked could you bring a friend I didn't realise you meant two, all this pussy's just for me, I'm not sure what I'm going to do

Three pair of breasts, that's a huge amount of nipples for one man to try and suck, I've only one tongue two hands and a cock, who do I choose to fuck

If I don't pick my girl first that would be kind of rude but it's polite to serve guests first especially as they're already nude

I hope they do some girl on girl, I wonder if I can take some pics, imagine it two girls eating pussy as one girl is sucking on my dick

Okay take a deep breath Ron, just try your best and take it slow, start off by kissing one of her friends and let's just go with the flow

Soon my fears were all over I was lost somewhere in pussy heaven, I found out three girls were doable but at times it felt like Seven

I tried my best to please them all, I'm sure at least I made them cum, I even got a nice surprise when her mate asked for my cock to be shoved into her bum

What a crazy evening I was left exhausted as they eventually left our home, me and my girl then snuggled up to look at all the pictures on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

So close to sharing you

I slowly unclipped your lacey bra, your hardened nipples are now on show, I step back to admire you I can feel my manhood start to grow

You turn for me so slowly I'm given a perfect sexy view, you pause whilst I get my phone out so I can take sexy pics of you

Then your hands move down your body stopping at each hip, with a smile you pull down your matching lace panties then out of them you slip

My eyes map your body so there's not an inch of you gets missed, every part of you is flawless every inch of you I'm ravenous to touch and kiss

Mesmerised I watch as your hands stroke your gorgeous body slow, but your eyes never leave mine as you silently do your erotic show

Hypnotic moves capture me, I swear you've got me in a trance, I cannot take my eyes off you as I watch you do a snake like dance

Then the spell is broken by the hand you lead me to the bed, at that moment I awaken to find it was a dream scenario just playing in my head

I close my eyes tightly desperate to return to you inside my dream, sadly this won't happen I hug my pillow and start to scream

Oh why couldn't I stay asleep we were so close to making love, I climb out my bed still cursing the bright sunlight from above

THE KINKY POET 

Air supply

With one hand placed around your throat I've pinned you to the door, the other hand rips off your panties you know what I've come here for

I'm hungry for your body, you're all I've thought about all day, that's why the moment that I saw you I just had to have some kinky play

There's no point in struggling I will just make my grip more tight, you might as Well submit to me and let me use you for the night

Listen to all of my commands, now get onto your knees, take my cock deep into your throat, satisfy all my sexual needs

Take my cock past your painted lips, then slowly start to suck, I just love it when you blow me as a build up to a fuck

I love to hear you gagging as my cock gets sucked in deep, you know soon I'm going down on you to make your pussy seep

I'll grind my face hard into your gorgeous soaking hole, I'm going to suck your cliterus so hard, it will pull out your very soul

Soon I'm going down on you but I still make sure I've got my grip, I control the very air you use, as on your juicy hole I sip

Now my cock is deep inside you, now your fighting to get some air, I continue to hold your throat still, it's like I do not even care

THE KINKY POET 

Wrote to please

My aim to excite you, my intentions are to get you wet, my stanzas are written to turn you on though we've never met

Lines to make you wiggle as you go about your busy day, to inspire in you lustful thoughts and awaken a need for some kinky sexual play

Words that sit quietly inside you then slowly corrupt your mind, designed to make you just think naughtiness and scenarios of a kinky naughty kind

Some may simply make you smile or put a little wiggle in your day, some may travel deep into your bodies core and inspire you to play

I want to spark a passion, awaken all your sexual nerves, I want you to imagine my hands running freely on your gorgeous curves

My head nestled between your thighs my tongue lapping at your juicy swollen clit, me sipping on the fine wine flowing freely out of it

I write stuff to ignite your kinky passions, I want to play flirt and tease, I want to take you to your special place, my poems are wrote to please

THE KINKY POET 

Out on the town

You glance at yourself in the mirror you know you look hot tonight, you're in your favourite lacey lingerie your dress is short and tight

Hair and make-up is perfect, you're wearing your new perfume, you smooth your dress down along your curves as you step into the room

As the door swings open all eyes are turned on you, you sit at your usual seat at the bar and you have a drink or two

Soon you are surrounded men wanting to buy you drinks and dance, they are all captivated by you, you've got them all in a mesmerising trance

You have a couple of more dances but soon it will be the time for you to choose, which man you'll be taking home, which fellow will you use

You make your choice and take him home, you don't even ask his name, who he is holds no intrest, he's here just to play your game

After a night of wild passion you see him out the door, your needs have been satisfied you got what you went out for

THE KINKY POET 

A poem inspired by a story written by the very talented TREASURE ME.The main character is a lady called Mabel 

Enjoy and thanks Treasure me for your kind permission to post this

Mabel

The tears roll freely down your cheeks but you know you must be strong, though your heart is breaking you knows you're in a place you don't belong

Sharing him with another brings you nothing but heart ache and pain, does he take your relationship seriously or is it just some sort of game

He says he wants you and her, why can't he have the pair, you hate it when he goes out at night, too the girl with auburn hair

You can't believe he brought you all together to discuss this crazy plan, he wants you to share him with her, he really thinks you can

As for her his plaything she thinks the idea is really great, hell next she'll want to move in with you both, she can even be your mate

You've heard all you wanted to hear, you stand and head right to the door, angry with yourself for tearing up but you know you deserved much more

Get your stuff out of my place, it's over do with her as you please from now on you are free, do whatever you need to make sure you're happy and I'll do what's good or me

THE KINKY POET 

Naughty thoughts

Oh how I love the sound of the click has the handcuffs are put on tight, I love the bruises they leave from where I tried to fight

Red marks across my cheeks as the flogger bites my skin, hand prints from the spanking made on a night of sin

Bite marks on my thighs make a path upto my awaiting rose, finger pressure marks on my hips, I love the purple colour that it goes

Burn marks from the rope I love the pretty pattern that it leaves, the sting of a teachers cane when I have failed to please

Paddles leave a awesome bruises, they make it hard to sit, you get a lovely constant ache from the places that they hit

Hidden marks adorn my body they're all covered by my clothes, to the vanilla world I look innocent but there's a few that truly knows

A few people know I love to play, they know I have a need for pain, fortunately no one can see anything when im dressed or what's going on inside my brain

THE KINKY POET 

Sex wars

I'm gonna keep these damp red lace panties as my prize for winning our sexual war, I've left you for dead and exhausted, wasted on the floor

Clothes strewn about the place, furniture moved about the house, you've gone from a raging Tiger to a timid little Mouse

You've got bite marks on your skin, you repaid me with clawing and left your lipstic smeared across my face, remnants of our passionate war, of which I set the pace

It was you who begged for mercy, because your body couldn't take no more, I pounded you with my arsenal I owned your very core

Hard and fast we played it, tonight you told me you wanted the sex real rough, I did has you asked of me until you said you'd had enough

My face covered in your juice, I swear I very nearly drown, It would have been a lovely kinky way to die, DEATH BY GOING DOWN

Now the sex battle's over and you full of my creamy seed, I will treat you like the Queen you are and fulfill your every need

THE KINKY POET 

The Enchantress

The pure art of seduction lives inside your enchanting eyes, the purest place for pleasure resides between your thighs

You are a mesmerising enchantress hypnotic in all you do, no one can resist you, you are a goddess through and through

Everything about you makes my poor heart pound and race, I cannot take my eyes off you, I adore your style and grace

You move just like a jungle cat out on the search for prey, choosing who you wish to feed upon, to make them your plaything for the day

So dominant and forceful you are always in total control, they are bewitched by your beauty, to you they give their heart and soul

You are a sexual goddess, you are truly a submissives dream, they wish to be owned by you, they want you for their Queen

I'm not a submissive I'm just a poet who loves to write in rhyme but I can see your attraction, I can feel it all the time

So beautiful enchantress I watch you weave your magic from my lonely bed, we're you conjure up such sexual images, that send rhymes into my head

THE KINKY POET