THE KINKY POET

Twist of fate

A simple glance, a pretty smile, could simply make your day, but it could lead to true happiness, sending your life in a different way

A thank you for a coffee, a offering of a seat on a busy train, any simple gesture, could set your heart aflame

A accidental brush of skin, when passing someone change, you may get a tingle, or a feeling that is strange

Eye to eye across a crowded room, as people chat and dance, you become mesmerized by their smile, they have you in a trance

Ordering your lunch on the phone, a voice you always here, they remember your order straight away, you think that's kind of dear

So many opportunities pass you by, it happens every single day, you only have to grab the chance, before it slips away

Take the risk and say hello, you might make yourself a mate, or you might just find the one, it is a twist of fate

THE KINKY POET 

Why do I wake

God I'm feeling horny, I really need to have a nasty, dirty fuck, girl just get on your knee's and give my cock a suck

Wearing that outfit, is like a red flag to a horny bull, you're gonna get a pounding girl, you're gonna get it all

You know I love short skirts, and silky stockings drive me mad, you look so very sexy girl, let's play at being bad

It wasn't until you bent over, I could see your pussy's wet, you must be feeling horny too, because I haven't touched you yet

I slide a finger deep inside, I just had to have a taste, you sit slowly down on my hand, as I hold you by your waist

You grind yourself on my hand, I feel your juices run, I got some fingers deep inside, whilst I slap you on your bum

Now you feel ready, climb onto my solid hungry clock, your pussy feels so nice and tight, we start to push and rock

Grinding, pushing, thrusting, I love fucking whilst sitting on the chair, you slowly peel your clothes off, I love it when you're bare

The pounding starts to pick up pace, I love to make you cum, ride me harder baby, do you want me in your bum

If you do just turn around, then just slowly guide me in, I know you love anal sex and to us it is no form of sin

So I'll do anything that you want, you just take the lead, any position or style you want, I will do that deed

Ride me until I explode, let me fill you with my loving cream but just has I blow my load, again i wake up from the dream

Why do I have to wake up, why can't I stay in my dream with you, I only want to please you babe, there's nothing I won't do

THE KINKY POET 

Trick or treat

Oh it's nearly Halloween, it's time soon for trick or treat, I wonder what monsters lay in wait, what ones will you meet

There's bound to be some Witches, a few Ghosts a Vampire with blood dripped fangs, people of the undead, make loud and spooky bangs

Of course there be horror characters, Jason Voorhees, Micheal Myers and a Chucky doll, all out on the hunt, trying to raise they're own death toll

Maybe Freddy Krueger now that one I'd love to meet, he's my own favourite nightmare, but his works done on another street

A Mummy wrapped in bandages, Frankenstein, and Wolfman, you can often hear him howl, all scaring children, whilst on their Halloween prowl

Pumpkins on the doorstep, Ghosts floating on the breeze, the air is full of terror, it makes your skin begins to freeze

But you know its just a night, when monsters come out to play, where children gather candy, or so that's what people say

But you never know whose behind the mask, you'll never know who you might really meet, when you go out in the dark, just to trick or treat

THE KNIKY POET 

I saw a quote on a very dear friends Instagram and I used it as a prompt to thank her for all her support and care over the past eight years

Homesick

When the waves of anxiety crash against my once peaceful shore, you are here beside me, to calm the sea once more

Pain and sadness tries to entrap me in the dark, you're there like a guiding light, you are my hopeful spark

When I'm lost on lifes highway, when I don't know where to turn, you are my compass, you're the direction that I yearn

When I'm struggling to find my breath, when I'm in desperate need of air, your smile fills my lungs again, thank god you're always there

Even though we're miles apart, I know I'm not alone, I have you on speed dial, my Angel on my phone

So when I'm lost and have no fight, you give me the strength to carry on, you're always with me, long after others might have gone

I always feel safe when you are close, no matter where you roam, with YOUR ARMS AROUND ME FELT LIKE HOME

I'M HOMESICK

Ron

Train on the brain

The Steam from the train, starts to sting my already puffy eyes, you haven't left the platform yet but the stings turned into cries

As I watch you pull away, I know you're no longer mine, as i watch my dream girl's train, move further up the line

I watch you going further on, no sign of a goodbye wave, no inclination that you'll miss me, no sign of the love I crave

I watch you go off into the distance, until you're no longer in my sight, there goes my happiness, I'm left to face a lonely night

I hear the locomotion's rhythm, my heartbeat falls into line, pounding out I'll miss you and how I wish you were still mine

Soon you are out of sight, I try to dry my teary eyes, knowing that today was the day, a pure love simply dies

Gone off to another place, I'm sure someone new will still your heart, but I will love you always though we are apart

I wish you well and all happiness, wherever you end up on that train, I will go on living, though you'll be always on my brain

So i say goodbye to my dream girl, as she rumbles out of sight, thankfully I wake up from a nightmare of a night

I roll over to see you there, tomorrow you must board a train but you're only going to see your mum, I hate my over active brain

THE KINKY POET 

Here then gone

Slowly take your clothes off, there is no need to rush, I love to watch you undress, so I sit in a silent hush

It's like you're my birthday present, I watch you unwrap my special gift, taking time between the buttons, slow and steady, never swift

I get a peek at your chest, it's wrapped in such a pretty bra, you are so very ample, so the buttons hadn't gone down that far

Each button shows some more, you are locked onto my eyes, you stop unbuttoning for a moment, to slowly stroke your thighs

Every movement has me mesmerized, you have me in a trance, you slowly sway and roll your hips in some hypnotic dance

Now your blouse is on the floor, your in just your bra and skirt, you. slide your dress up to show your stockings, you sexy little flirt

I hear the zipper as it goes down, your skirt it hits the floor, your wearing matching underwear, no boy could ask for more

You slowly slide one bra strap off, then you remove one more, then you turn your back to me, you're heading for the door

You stop in the doorway, I was just about to scream and shout, then you dropped your bra on the floor and switched the light right out

Your silhouette was amazing, I could see each and every curve, I watched you grind the doorframe, you ignited every nerve

You slid off you panties, then switched the light back on, I glanced at your body, then in a moment you were gone

I sat there for ages waiting, just looking at my phone, after a short while I realised you were gone and I was on my own

Then my phone went ping, the messege simply said, I hope you enjoyed the striptease my love, but now it's time for bed

THE KINKY POET 

To who it may concern

Please can I be your special freak, use me as your toy, do to me has you wish, just let me be your boy

Tie me up, tie me down, share me with your special friends, I don't care what happens to me, as long as the kink just never ends

I'm versed in good behaviour, I have manners and respect, I'm sure you can tell already, I'll do all that you expect

Just give me the chance to prove myself, I always do as I am told, I will treat you like the Queen you are, I'm honest, true and bold

Yes there are so many Subs, I guess they say the same, but I'm looking to share a lifetime, to me it's not a game

I want to be a true submissive, I want to serve you all my life, to make your life go easier, to help you avoid all strife

Thank you for your consideration, your domination I hope to earn, thank you for reading my C.V, to who it may concern

THE KINKY POET 

Halloween outfit

Yes it's nearly Halloween, what costume will you wear, has long as it looks sexy babe, I don't really care

You could be a Voodoo doll, you can cast a spell on me, looking like you're sewn together, just looking as cute as you can be

Maybe Red Riding Hood, with a basket full of treats, if you're not wearing panties, you'll be good enough to eat

Maybe a sexy Harlequin, with your hair put up in tails, super cute in fishnets and shorts, it's a look that never fails

Wonder woman now she is hot, or batgirl she looks pretty cute, perhaps a sexy pied piper, then you could play my flute

Maybe you could be super sexy Elvira the Princess of the dark, or a horny devil, whose passions fires spark

I guess no matter what you choose, to me only one outfit is the best, its when you're naked wearing me, that one's far better than the rest

So every night is dress up night, I don't have to wait for Halloween, I just take you in my dreams and make you moan and scream

THE KINKY POET 

Blood Red Riding Hood

You made a mistake today, walking through my woods, you look pretty dressed in Red, with a basket full of goods

I watched you the other week as you went to see your dear grandma, but today I'm feeling hungry, so you won't get that far

I can see you are oblivious to me creeping in from close behind, that sweet song gives me cover, continue up you'd be so kind

Just a little further into the woods, so you've nowhere you can run, then I'm gonna eat you, for you your life is done

Grandma will wonder where you are, she will miss you too, I guess she'll have to feed herself and do all the things you do

Closer ever closer, you are just skipping merrily away, you don't know I'm behind you, that death has come your way

I am just about to pounce, you turn, you smile, you shrug, you pull out your shiny Colt .45 and make me grandma's furry rug

So now I'm laying on her ground, I'm the rug on which she wipes her feet, a lesson to the young Wolf's be careful who you try to eat

For though they may look innocent, in their cloak of Scarlet Red, if you pick the wrong fairytale character, you might just end up dead

THE KINKY POET

Things that work

My arms were made for loving, designed to hug you tight, to comfort and protect you, to make the wrong seem right

To hold you securely if you're frightened by the dark, to ignite a night of passion, they can also be that spark

On the end of my arms are gadgets, designed to entwine with yours, fingers mingled in lovers knots, as my hand slides into yours

Arms long enough to reach anywhere, they take my hands to every curve, they can also bring you dinner, their Queen they live to serve

When they run across you skin, my hands stop at your beating heart, so I can memorise its rhythm, for when we are apart

Designed to bring you flowers, or chocolates to your door, to hug you hello or to say goodbye, you can feel they ache for more

Feeling you so close to me, I'm thankful for the use of hands and arms, without them I couldn't write you poetry, about your loving charms

So though I might be broken and you are so far away, I'd give all a broken poet can give, to love you every day

THE KINKY POET