THE KINKY POET

Write poems on your phone

The Sun dips below the horizon, the moon comes out to play, it's now the ending of another, sad and lonely day

But at night that all changes, you climb from inside my head, you slide yourself right next to me, we share my empty bed

You snuggle up into my arms, legs curled around me like a ball, I'm staring at your pretty face, we share no words at all

Our lips brush together and our tongues become entwined, the taste of your lip gloss, simply is devine

I feel you stroke my penis, you guide it to your Rose, my tip strokes your petals, you know how the story goes

I slide myself in real slowly, now we two are simply one, sharing the dream of love all night, until the rising of the Sun

I am yours, you are mine, there's no one else in this world tonight, just two star crossed lovers, sharing a loving dream this night

Soon the moon says goodbye, with the Sun I'm again alone, wondering if you dream of me and write poems on your phone

THE KINKY POET

Whilst he can

Curvaceous and sexy, with eyes that could steal your heart, a Goddess sent from Venus, we are worlds apart

A picture of loveliness and Queen sent from up above, she has him in the palm of her hand, he's captured by her love

Her smile is mesmerising, he was hooked with just one glance, now he see no others, he's locked within her trance

To feel her skin against him, to be wrapped, entwined within her arms, to lose himself inside her embrace, safe within her charms

To taste her sweet tenderness, to share a loving kiss, to look deep into her gorgeous face, for him Would be such bliss

To run his hand upon her, to feel all her deliciously sexy curves, would be a gift from heaven, far more than he deserves

For he just a poet, whose broken who has not much to give, and she is a heavenly creature, who makes him want to live

She gives him inspiration, when he writes she is his muse, you could offer him anyone, she'd still be the one he'd choose

So thank you for sharing the poets dreams, he feels though broken he's still a man, you may be a world away but he'll love you whilst he can

THE KINKY POET 

My trick or treat

Why you looking through my window, so very late at night, are you here to frighten me, you know that isn't right

Are you the Bogey man, who lives beneath my bed, or are you just a voyeur who's been caught watching me instead

I can't see who you are, your face is painted like a clown, I can't see if you're smiling or do you have a frown

Are you hear to scare me, are you a stalker in the night, or just some random trick or treater, hell bent on causing fright

What's that i see shimmering, oh my God you've got a blade, god it's so terrifying, it's horror films are made

Right now enough's enough fuck off you've had your fun, because you've got till the count of three, before I get my gun

Because if you thought I was some helpless girl, you've sadly got it wrong, say hello to my little friend and kindly move along

If you don't think I'll shoot, there's no lock upon my door, but know that I'll be the last thing you'll see, before you breath no more

That's it clown boy run away, you're quite quick upon your feet, whose the one now terrified, this is my trick or treat

THE KINKY POET 

Halloween sex

Sitting on the gravestone, I new you'd be here very soon, it's nearly the midnight hour, on a night of a bright full moon

I wonder what you'll come as, perhaps a sexy slinky ghost, or maybe a kinky witch or in a  Vampire outfit that one I love most

Dressed in a sexy outfit, you come to meet me in the dark, the idea of sex on a grave on Halloween, makes our passions spark

Love under a full moon, I lay you on a grave that's icy cold, you spread your legs and pull me in, my lust is hard and bold

We make love with such passion, my whole length you start to take, I nail you really hard and very fast, like Van Helsing with a steak

You dig your nails into my skin, then like Vampirella you start to bite, I feel the trickle of my warm blood running, I am your meal tonight

It drives me into a frenzy, I fuck you hard until you scream, we've made love in the strangest places but my favourites here on Halloween

THE KINKY POET 

Tea for Two

Why don't you pop over, we could have a lovely cup of Tea, then I could eat your pussy out, whilst your sucking me

I will lick and flick your juicy bud, whilst you give me head, we could start off on this table and then finish off in bed

It would be very intimate oral sex, like having a lovely Tea for Two, but they'd be no milk or sugar but a little cream it's true

I'll dance around your cliterus, before my  tongue just dives in, I'll even rim your ass hole, if you don't consider it a sin

You can suck and nibble, run your tongue along my meat, take me down in deep throat, to make you gag would be a treat

What a way to spend sometime, so consider coming round for Tea, I'll drink your pussy dry and you can take some cream from me

To me it sounds like a afternoon of sexual fun, I'm sure you'd love it to, so stop what you're doing and come round for Tea for Two

THE KINKY POET 

Looking up

He comes in to your room, he goes from a low bow down on his knees, he never makes eye contact, he's solely there to please

His Goddess puts out her hand, she rests it gently on his cheek, she feels the strength within him, though he acts so mild and meek

She smiles sweetly to herself, the power runs through her veins, he maybe a strong man but her hold over him remains

She gives him a simple command, her man does exactly what she asks, no matter what she tells him to do, he always does his tasks

He adores his Goddess and she treats him straight and fare, she shows him such tenderness, so much love and care

Looking down

She sees devotion, he's always there at her beck and call, wanting to always please, he gives to her his all

Always respectful, he has manners and a soothing voice, she knows he could overpower her but Submission was his choice

He always walks beside her, but his eyes stay on the floor, she knows as a submissive goes, she couldn't ask for more

She tries to treat him fairly, some would say she shows him love, she loves sitting at her feet, so she can see him from above

Together

So whether looking up or looking down you've found your place in life, together getting what you need, free from grief and strife

So pick your place and be yourself, go live your true self kink, you will be much happier, it's easier than you think

THE KINKY POET 

Nipples

Sucking, biting, pulling. They're really are designed for so much fun, then as a awesome bonus, you get more than one

Designed really for feeding, a device to give a baby food, they look lovely wrapped in pretty lace or just hanging in the nude

Some of the are inverted, you might have to coax them out, some are like erasers, that constantly poke right out

Some have them pierced, adorned with pretty rings, it allows you to put in jewellery, or chains and kinky things

But no matter if their pierced or not, they're awesome to flick and suck, lovely to pinch and twist, in the middle of a fuck

Letting your tongue run over them, in a hypnotic dance, you can simply lose yourself just licking in some erotic trance

Both surrounded by nerve endings, they send pain and ecstasy in ripples, they are such wonderous things,  God how I love to suck on nipples

THE KINKY POET 

Him or a intuder

Imagine him grabbing your throat as you come home through your door, you feel his hand tightening, as secretly you beg for more

Hidden behind the ski mask, is a pair of menacing hungry eyes, he speaks to you through clenched teeth, it helps with his disguise

He pulls you across the room, he fumbles with your clothes, you don't put up a fight, he's got you and he knows

One simple little squeeze and you will pass out flat, so you submit to his sexual needs, inside still purring like a Cat

He puts on his best intruder act,  but you've been here all before, you know he loves to roll play so you play along some more

You start to beg a plead with him, oh please don't hurt me, just do what you came to do, I won't put up a struggle or a fight, that I'll promise you

He whispers go onto all fours, he enters from behind, he fills your pussy nice and tight but this time he feels much bigger, somethings not quite right

He starts to pound you harder, much harder than anytime before, he even calls nasty, dirty names, he called you bitch and whore

Then you feel him cumming, he fills you up, with his angry cream, somehow it feels different, like some sort of dream

Today was the greatest fuck, wow your man's on form, your hearts exploding out your chest, this really ain't the norm

He pushes you flat on the ground, he growls jusr stay there on the floor, next there is quiet as you here him close the door

Then within a moment you here the front door open wide, next you feel you partner kneeling by your side

He apologised for being late, he was going to prepare a kink surprise, when you stare at him, there's love deep within his eyes

Now everytime you come home from work, you check in every room, hoping to find the intruder, who made your heart go boom

She decides she must tell him, she gathers up the guts to say, before she gets two words out, he says, I know about the intruder, I sent big Al around to play

THE KINKY POET 

I was in a hospital waiting room listening to a couple chatting about other peoples sex lives. I presumed they knew these people but it made me think why do others have a opinion on what works for others. Why don't they just get on with their own sex lives instead of worrying about what their friends get up to. Anyway this sprang to mind

Live and let live

Because its not how you like it, doesn't make that that style of sex nasty or plain wrong, just because it don't work for you and doesn't turn you on

I don't think it's nasty, if it's a thing that turns you on, as long as its consensual, it's where you both belong

Some like it hard and fast, some prefer it nice and slow, it's all down to preferences, has everyone should know

Some like it out in the wilds, some love it in the park, some like the lights on, some only do it in the dark

Some prefer it in a group, or go to other couples for the night, it's really just up to them to choose, you know this is their right

Some love kinky roll play, or need pain to reach their end, that's what makes us different, we must all learn to let live and blend

No one has the right to judge on how others have their fun, some prefer just oral sex, whereas others like it in the bum

So many different styles and ways to share and show your love, but one thing remains the same, they go like a hand in glove

As long has everybody's happy and end up with a smile upon their face, just keep your opinions to yourself we're all part of the human race

So your needs are different from my own, somethings may work for me and not you, I don't care what you like, maybe you should try that to

Just let everyone do their thing, make love how and when they choose, just get on with your own sex life, what you got to lose

THE KINKY POET 

Property of mine

You belong to only me now, your duties now to serve, you must always follow tasks, do all that I deserve

Make sure you're in a submissive pose, when I come through the door, be naked for inspection, I want to smell your freshness, from every single pore

I will tell you how pleased I am by the pictures that you sent, I love it when you please me, when you do all the tasks you're meant

I love the pussy picture, with my initials on your lips, let me see if it's still there, let me take you by the hips

I pull you in closer, I'm searching for my ownership mark, as soon as I see it, I feel my passions spark

To see my name on your skin, fills me with control and power, obviously you just wrote it fresh, once you had your shower

But I know it's not just for show, my marks on you all the time, a reminder I'm your Dominant and to show that you are mine

THE KINKY POET