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 

Real good girl

Baby take your clothes off, and fold them on the chair, take down your pigtails, shake out your pretty hair

Go to the wardrobe find something in which you want to play, you've been such a good girl, so today will be your day

We can play sexy dress up or I can tie you to the bed, tell me what you want to do, what's running through your head

Bring out the special toy box, pick out your favourite things, yes we can hang some weights on your nipple rings

Butt plugs and dildos, some hot wax to drip upon your skin, let your desires run wild, tonight's the night for sin

Yep put on your P.V.C, your leather or some pretty lace, you can even get your gag out and I'll put it on your face

You can get on your knee's, or in the stocks, I can even tie you to a raft, I could practice my shibari, I love the rope play craft

So baby the balls in your court, what would you like to give a whirl, tonight's all about you my sweet, you've been a real good girl

THE KINKY POET 

Special boy

I want to be your special boy, you could be my Dom, I'd be yours to do with has you please, I'd  be your Submissive from now on

I'll agree to a contract, I'll sign straight away on the dotted line, I'll treat you like a Goddess, my lifes no longer mine

I will earn my rewards, I'll try not to step right out of line, if I do you can punish me, the thought of pain is so devine

I want you to steer me through lifes twists and turns, help sooth my frantic mind, keep me on a even path, if you'd be so kind

One day if I'm really worthy, your collar I might get to wear, a symbol of our conviction, to show the world we care

Please take me into consideration, please let me bend the knee, give me the chance to prove myself, please give this chance to me

To serve you is all I ask, I know Submission is no party games, let me be your special boy, for the time that still remains

I'll be anything for you, from Submissive to sex toy, I just want to honor you and be your special boy

THE KINKY POET 

Mirror

A handful of your hair, as I ride you roughly from behind, pounding you hard and fast, fucking at its nasty kind

Pulling your head back with every thrust, so you can see my face, glaring in the mirror as I pick up the pace

I force you to watch us fuck, as we bump and grind, trying to make you cum again, I want to blow your mind

I see your eyes shut tight as your juices run down your leg, you.must be getting closer now, I hear you start to beg

Fuck me harder Daddy, I've been such a naughty slut, ram your cock in deeper, make me feel you in my gut

Spank me with your free hand,.or stick a finger up my bum, do the dirty things I like, oh daddy make me cum

I make you look at me as I move closer to your ear, I whisper in my daddy growl, loud enough to hear

When you can't walk tomorrow and your pussy's bruised and sore, remember the look on my face, as I take my little whore

THE KINKY POET 

Sex inside your head

Let me climb inside your brain, whilst you are in bed, let me just seduce you, from deep.inside your head

I'm going to have a creep around, to find all your kinks and needs, then bring them out to play tonight, to satisfy you with my deeds

Close your eyes and feel my hands, sliding to your mound, can you feel my fingers, playing in the wetness they have found

Your nipples start to harden, simply at the thought of my rough touch, twisting and pulling at them, until the pains to much

You start to arch your body, as my lips go to your Rose, you can feel my tongue on your clit, as your need to cum still grows

You begin to rise and fall, juices flow out to soak your sheet, now I am on top of you, guiding in my swollen meat

You spread your legs and take me in, together we rise and fall, you pull me in closer, your pussy wants it all

Together we keep symmetry, we keep rhythm in perfect time, you are breathing heavily, your orgasm feels devine

Then you let your body go, as you release you cry and moan, slowly you open up your eyes, you know you're on your own

For I was just a fantasy, a Sapiosexual lover in your head, I'm a million miles away, just laying in my bed

But I can reach across the void, anytime you want to cum, just read my kinky poetry, then it's time for fun

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