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 

Fluffy cuffs

Babe you must be joking, you're not putting those on me, surely they're just for kids, in moments I'd be free

You don't think they are strong enough, will they even fit around my wrist, I'm sure I could pop them off, with a single twist

Ok I'm up for this, you'll soon see it's just a waste of time, then I'm gonna take control, then your pussy will be mine

Where do you want me, I promise I won't even fight, if those things hold me, my bodies yours tonight

Oh shit they tickle, but why am I laid on our bed face face down, why are you spreading my cheeks, babe don't you fool around

Oh shit these are strong, I haven't the power to get free, babe why can I feel cold lube, what have you planned for me

Ok, Ok you have won, I was wrong and you were right, they may be fluffy cuffs, but they seem to hold you tight

Yes I said if they hold me, my bodies yours to play, but I didn't mean for anal, you know I don't play that way

Stop now baby, you were right, now you've had your fun, don't even think about doing it, that thing better not touch my bum

I can hear it buzzing, I'm beginning to freak right out, don't make me angry, you don't want to make you shout

God these cuffs are strong, I'll take all my jokes right back, babe I can feel that thing vibrating, it's moving up towards my crack

Don't make me beg you, you have the control my dear, its stopped being funny now, I'm beginning to feel real fear

I promise to behave myself, just please babe don't be rough, just let me get free and up, please release your fluffy cuffs

THE KINKY POET 

Animal attraction

Let me get behind you, like a Stallion gets up onto his mare, guide my cock inside you, splitting your soft wet pussy hair

Take you like the king of the jungle, I'll bite you as we fuck, you may leave me with scratches but that would be tough luck

Fucking just like wild Rabbits, so many times a day, pounding until your pussy's sore, from all our Bunny play

Or do it like the Chimpanzee, they just fuck for fun, they will stick it in every hole, they love a bit of bum

We could play puppy dogs, that's how doggy style got its name, I'd let you put a collar on, whilst we played this game

Any wild animal would do, I want to get real wild and free, let loose my attraction for you, to show the animal deep in me

Let loose all the wild in me, to show you my passions wild and raw, so get down on all fours my love, and let's fuck like animals on the floor

THE KINKY POET 

Dream like cloud

Bouncing along on a dream like cloud, I saw my girl tonight, she appeared in my favourite spot, to make me feel alright

She wrapped her arms around me, I got the gift of a tender kiss, she smiled and placed her head on my chest, the feeling was such bliss

She listened to my heart beat, I'm sure she heard it call her name, telling her I love her then repeat it once again

Floating through the universe, shooting stars they pass right by, everything is perfect, I let out a content sigh

How can I be so lucky, when I'm in this dream like state, but be lonely in reality, is this forever to be my fate

I wonder if a time will come, when I'm happy all the time, I guess the only way that would happen, would be if she was really mine

Then I'd be floating on a cloud, not just at night but day, then I'd be with her forever, I can but wish and hope and pray

But until then a dream will do, if nighttime happiness is all I'm allowed, I'll take these fleeting moments and float on a dream like cloud

THE KINKY POET 

The gift

A parcel arrived to day, I wondered what it could be, I hadn't ordered anything, so who sent this to me

I eagerly opened it up and to my great surprise, there was a great big Dildo, right before my eyes

No note or messege, so no clue from who my gift was from, the only thing I knew for sure was, it wouldn't go up my bum

The length was enormous, the girth like a can of Coke, there was definitely only one place, where it I'd dare to poke

I had a quick look at the time, I had some moments for a play, a chance to try this bad boy out, before I start my day

I got into the bedroom, I was already damp between the thighs, excited by this monster cock, I see before my eyes

I put a towel on the bed, I lubed up its massive head, climbed onto my bed, then my legs I slowly spread

The tip pushed my lips apart, I guided the head in nice and slow, taking things real gently, not sure how far this thing will go

Inch by inch I slide it in, pain and pleasure filled my brain, I pushed until I could take no more but half of it remained

I began to thrust it in the lube and juice made me real slick, soon I was pounding myself, pushing it in and out real quick

Deeper, harder pushes my orgasms came so thick and fast, my god I was cumming, how much longer can this last

With a scream I exploded, I'd wrecked the towel and sheets, I laid there exhausted, delighted with my treat

For the rest of the day I wondered, who sent my new favourite toy, was it from a stranger or perhaps my poet boy

THE KINKY POET 

I thank the God who smiled

God smiled on me the night, he sent you to share my dreams, he gave me a glimpse of happiness or to me that's how it seems

Just like an Angel, you were sent up from high above, to fill my dreams with passion, desire and with love

You come in to my dream, then you climb in my lonely bed, nestled up beside me, sleeping in my heart and head

Sharing fleeting moments, we share nightly tender kisses, then you make love with me, fulfilling all my wishes

Entwined and moulded together, it's like we are as one, fused in a lovers embrace, only separated by dawns Sun

Sun light is our Kryptonite, it is by far my biggest fear, when it shows its ugly head, I know you're nowhere near

As long as there is darkness, I'm transfixed, enthralled, beguiled, I'm honoured to have my dream girl, so I thank the God who smiled

THE KINKY POET 

A shoe thing

Slip on or with straps, you got to simply love them all the same, some designed for office work, some for a roll play game

Patent Black leather, or a kinky, sexy Leppard look, all are captivating and alluring in my personal book

Small heels for a vintage look, or heels that are so high, from simple flats, to mega heels that go up to the sky

Then you have the sexy boots, that slide right up the thigh, just a mere thought of them, will make this poet sigh

Sexy heels and stockings a look that can't be beat, they make a girl look gorgeous, from her head down to her feet

Designed to make you wiggle, to shape the way you walk, they hypnotise me so easily, I find it hard to talk

Just fixated on your sexy shoes, they make you look so cute, they make want to take you home and enjoy your forbidden fruit

I guess I have a kink for shoes, I never really knew, until I saw that sexy pair and how they look on you

So now I have another kink, my bow has another string, to add to my other quirks, I now have real shoe thing

THE KINKY POET 

Infatuated inspiration

Mesmerized, captured, entranced, by a single loving smile, adored by a poet whose known you for a while

He writes into a frenzy, about how you make him feel, of how he dreams of you every night and how he wishes it was real

How you both share kisses, how you make his broken body whole once more, how with a single touch of skin, you make his sad heart soar

A chance to feel your hand in his, just to spend one night within his arms, he'd give up everything, to share your loving charms

To feel your curves under him, to run his hands across you wild and free, to cover every inch of you, would bring him so much glee

Lips locking tenderly, tongues dueling for romance, fighting for loves dominance, if they got the chance

Staring deep into your eyes, his desires fire's burning bright, his eternal flame grows higher, as it burns right through the night

He knows you are just a dream away, but his poems are his dedication, to show how he feels for you, is it a case of Infatuated inspiration

THE KINKY POET