THE KINKY POET

I was a social butterfly

I was a Social butterfly, I've sipped from many a pretty Rose, searching for the perfect juice, you are the one I chose

Yes others were pretty, they quite often tasted great, but now I've found you my Rose, your taste has sealed my fate

No longer will I flit from Rose to Rose, sipping from their finest juice, no longer will I share myself, I'm no longer free and loose

Now I've found my perfect Rose, no other Rose will do, they simply aren't good enough, because none of them are you

No one can match my perfect Rose, with her nectar of the freshest Peach, so I'll fly across the void each night, until you are in reach

For no other can sustain me, from you is where I'll feed, only you can give me everything this poetic butterfly would need

So I will fly high on the winds of fate, letting all the other Roses pass me by, no longer do they draw me in, I was a social butterfly

THE KINKY POET 

The gardeners job

The gardened moves up your path, he stops at the gate of lace, he doesn't dare open it, without the look of approval on your face

With your smile he continues, he pulls the lace gate wide, it reveals to him your garden, its glistening beckons him inside

He checks out your perfect lawn, it's always kept so neat, then he looking at your Rose, it's so beautiful, soft and sweet

He gently strokes your petals, they quiver to his touch, he puts his lips upon them, he loves her so very much

He kisses her soft petals, he hears your tender sighs, he feels you tilt your head back and now you close your eyes

He begins to tend your Rose, he treats her with love and care, you are at your happiest, when your gardeners there

Watering your precious Rose, he covers her in a loving dew, she shines in the moonlight, he feels so good to you

With your petals parted, he licks and probes your flower, sending waves if ecstasy through you, each minute lasts a hour

Passion and hunger run wild, through your heart and soul, to give you sexual pleasure is your gardeners only goal

To take care of your Rose, to watch her blossom through the night, is the only aim of your gardener, let's hope he does it right

THE KINKY POET 

Petals parted

If I'm very gentle, can I please stroke your perfect Rose, it looks so very beautiful, it's the special one I've chose

Soft and smooth to the touch, i can feel some petal dew, I can see it glistening slightly, the closer I can I get to you

I'm close enough to smell her, she has the sweetest of perfume, you spread your legs wider, so I can get some room

I move myself between your thighs, I kiss your dew filled lips, my tongue pushes deeper, so I can now take sips

Like a hungry Hummingbird, my tongue feeds off your nectars wine, you taste of the freshest Peach, your juice is just devine

My thumbs part your petals, I can see your bud so pink, I run my fingers across her, I want to take you to the brink

Your petals have the deepest Pink, she is the perfect Rose, I can feel the heat from her, as she's this close to my nose

I'd love to kiss her gently, to treat her with the care she needs, let me be her Gardner, I'd keep her free from weeds

She would grow in a tidy garden, I'd tend her lawn no matter what style you craved, I'd keep it trimmed nice and short or I'd keep it cleanly shaved

So let me be your roses gardener, I would do the task whole hearted, I'd make sure she was watered, everytime her petals parted

THE KINKY POET 

Cat whose got the Cream

Getting sexy pics from you, would really make my heartbeat race, I'd even love normal selfies, of your pretty smiley face

Wearing pretty dresses, when you're going out for fun, looking hot with sexy curves and your shapely bum

Sexy kinky pictures, with collars, stockings and dog chains, just looking at your body, would make kinky sins run through my brain

God you'd look so sexy, you are like a work of sexy art, looking at your pictures, would keep you close, though we're voids apart

I wouldn't get enough of them, please send more down the line, pictures taken just for me, some that would be truly mine

Pictures of my dream girl, would help keep my hopes alive, wishes that you'll send me some, to help my poems thrive

If I had to pick one, it would be to hard for me to choose, because if I picked a winner, then the other one's would have to loose

To me everyone would be perfect, each one would make me dream, they'd make me feel so special, like the Cat whose got the Cream

THE KINKY POET 

Water fun

Hop right in your shower, remember to let the camera click, sexy pictures of you nice and wet, covered in bubbles soft and slick

Or maybe you lounging in the bath, a sexy pose whilst in the tub, maybe a kinky close up as your pussy gets a scrub

Pictures of you showering, of the wet curves where the waters run, washing off some bubbles, so I can see your bum

Relaxing in your bubble bath, with scented water and a candle, but you position yourself to take a pic, to hot for me to handle

The water runs across your skin, it hugs your curves like the refreshing rains, washing away the bubbles, until no more foam remains

Once you've had you nice long soak, in a large warm towel you give yourself a hug, you blow out the candle and then you pull the plug

Whether it be a shower or bath, you've sexy pictures on your phone, you can't wait to send them to your poet, whose waiting all alone

THE KINKY POET 

Happy sighs

You come into the study, your head down towards the floor, you know you've been a bad girl, as you've been so many times before

You walk up to the office desk, I've already cleared a space, you bend yourself right over, there's a stern look upon my face

In your pretty mini skirt, high heels and seamed stockings made of lace, it's difficult to look angry, or hid the smile appearing on my face

I slowly walk behind you, my eyes survey my sexy prize, you're already without panties, that was a nice surprise

I run my hand up your legs, your skin is soft and smooth, I feel a stirring in my pants, I'm hungry for your groove

I lift up your pretty skirt, my target now is ripe and bare, I gently stroke your buttocks, to let you know I'm there

You let out a little sigh, as I stroke your sexy skin, but that soon turned into a moan, once the spanking did begin

Crashing down on your cheek, with power and control, I felt your body shudder, as the spank reached inside to your very soul

Down came another strike, I see your knee's go weak, I rubbed your arse cheeks gently and gave them a little loving tweak

I pushed your legs open, so could see your pussy quiver with each and every whack, I could see it glistening as you got a moistened crack

Down went another strike, my mark begins to
show, each time I land my hand on you, the prints begin to grow

But with each round of punishment, I make sure to stroke you well, making sure you know though you're bad,  I love you too as well

I look down at your pussy, I can't resist it any more, I kneel down behind you, and you bend over wanting more

Now with each spank, I'm licking you, your juice it tastes devine, punishment and pleasure, a favourite game of mine

You push up with every strike, making it easier to lick you out, I know you're close to cumming, I hear you moan and shout

Begging for a harder spank, you want your cheeks beat raw, pushing your pussy in my face, so I can eat some more

You want it fast and harder, you tense just as you start to cum, I give you the final spank, your punishment is done

I get up off my knees, I wipe your love juice from my chin, I turn you around and ask you, "have you learned anything from your sin"

You smile at me sweetly and say "I know if I'm bad again, you will bring me here again and make my pussy pour like rain"

"So I will be a good girl, my arse is marked and sore, but give it a few days, then I guess I'll be back for more"

She turned away and giggled, as she made her way to the study door, she asked "did you like my outfit", and she gave a twirl once more

"Yes baby you look lovely", she could see the love inside my eyes, the last thing I heard from her as she left, was a bunch of happy sighs

THE KINKY POET 

Always ripe

You can just cuff me to the down pipe, leave me here all day, just pop down to the basement if you decide you want to play

I will wait here quiet and patiently like a good girl should, hoping you might come play with me and make me feel real good

Don't leave the light on, I'm not frightened by the dark, to be honest It quite turns me on, it makes my imagination really spark

I think about people watching me, sitting quiet in the dark, each waiting to take me, each desperate to leave their mark

I want to be desired, I'd love to be took by a gang of men, each taking turns on me, then each doing it once again

Don't get me wrong it's not just men, I'd be up to have a girl, I've never had some girl on girl, I'd love to give it a whirl

Because I'm a horny nymphomaniac, I just want sex all the time, to be covered in hands and cocks and pussy, that would suit me fine

So just leave me hanging on the pipe, until your friends come by, send them down here for some fun, tell them don't be shy

Tell them I'm your toy, I'm your bitch I'm yours to share, if there on their own or in a gang I don't really care

My pussy's always hungry, I'm ready hanging on this pipe, you'll find me very juicy, my pussy's always ripe

THE KINKY POET 

The masked ball

Hiding just behind a mask, wearing no clothes at all, everybody's welcome at the naked kinky ball

Anonymity is guaranteed, no one can see your face, hands may search each other but your mask must say in place

Moving through the hall that night, all in a hypnotic trance, carried along by lust and need, and the music in which we dance

Placed all around the halls are places where people stop and play, others gather to watch the show and join in if they may

Drinks flowing liberally, from Champagne to the finest wine, tastes from every participant, all wet and so devine

Bodies blended as one, feasting on the delights of lust, politeness and etiquette, goes hand in hand with trust

Insatiable appetites are engorged, everyone fed by the kinky balls end, all leave with Anonymity, but every bodies friends

No names were given out, no personal details were even asked, that's the fun of anonymity, the joys of hiding behind the mask

THE KINKY POET 

Goddess of the void

There's a Goddess out there in the void, does she know my name, I guess that doesn't matter much, as I adore her all the same

Her smile is captivating, her eyes send me into trance, I'd give my heart to find her, if I only had the chance

If I could spend some time with her, I'd tell her how I feel, how I dream of her nightly, wishing my void Goddess was for real

But she lives out in the void, just close but out of touch, living in my heart and mind, with a love I want and need so much

My heart beats out her name constantly, I'm sure some day it'll break, a overload of needs and wants, much more than it can take

As my head hits the pillow, I hope to find her across the void, hanging on till the sun comes up, bringing the truth I can't avoid

I'm laying on my own again, just sad, lonely and quite annoyed, knowing that she's gone again, my Goddess of the void

THE KINKY POET 

Private time

My mind is full of wild fantasies, going over in my head, whilst my body lays broken, stuck inside this bed

I try my best to make you hot, or even better make you wet, each stanza brings you closer to a orgasm you've not met

Graphic porn in word form, Sapiosexual is my game, making you ache for some sex, simply is my aim

My words creep inside your mind, your body starts to jiggle, you feel yourself getting wetter, now as you walk you wiggle

Hunger building up inside, each line of rhyme strokes the spot, you're in work at the office but self controls something you've not got

A hand slides beneath your desk, you can feel the warm wet damp, you close your legs tightly, hoping you don't get a pussy cramp

You wiggle to the restroom, you close the cubicle door, you feel such a wave of relief, when your panties hit the floor

One hand on the phone, the other working on your spot, reading sexy poetry, giving your cliterus all you've got

Faster you rub your pussy, like Aladin with his lamp, he got a Genie, you just got more wet and damp

Then you feel the tide building, your orgasm about to surge, you feel the need to scream out loud, but you must resist the urge

Juices shoot down the bowl, you quiver, shake and jerk, you must gather yourself quickly and get on back to work

So here's a little lesson, about reading my sexy poetic rhyme, don't do it whilst at work, save it for your private time

THE KINKY POET