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 

Duct tape

This is the go too thing, when they don't want to play, it will keep them secured in their place, so they can't move all day

It has so many uses, it can stop them if they scream, it can turn your noisy nightmare into a play mates dream

Bound tight it's hard to break, it will hold them down so tight, unable to stop or fight you off, from your desires on that night

A must tool for abduction, bound and gagged up in a van, guaranteed to keep them secure whether girl or man

It sticks to any surface, from metal bedsteads to those of wood, it never marks the furniture, it really is quite good

Legs bound together or stretched out nice and wide the tape will keep them right in place, as you go inside

See Duct tape is your playtime friend, it comes on a handy roll, guaranteed to stick forever, until you've owned their soul

But I have just one complaint, when you use it, it's not fair, once you've had your way with me, it rips out my bloody hair

I don't mind the beatings, I love it when we play consensual rape, but can't we buy some zip ties and get rid of the fucking tape

THE KINKY POET 

Out my door

The Sun starts to come up, it's time to say goodbye, I can't convince you to st8ay with me, so I won't even try

I watch gather up your things, then your heading for my door, I hear the lock go click, I'm alone again once more

From moments of pure ecstasy, to the empty feeling of being on my own, laying here in my bed, with just poetry on my phone

If I close my eyes real tight, I can still feel your goodbye kiss, pictures of our evening, are just reminders of the things I'll miss

Your soft sweet skin touching mine, the smell of your sweet perfume, remnants of much happier times, when you were here inside my room

I run my tongue around my mouth, hunting for your pussy's taste, searching for the last drop of you, these things I cannot waste

Who knows when I'll see you again, I can just pray with all my might, you do me the honour once again and visit me tonight

Let me hear the door lock go, let me see your loving smile, feel you climb in next to me, even if it's only for a while

Stay until the Sun comes up, until I can dream no more, then kiss me gently and say goodbye as you go out my door

THE KINKY POET

Is my love insane

I need her so badly, this special girl is always on my brain, she's all i can think about, she's diving me insane

Everywhere I go, there's a reminder of this sweet dream girl, I hear a song on the radio, then another poem will unfurl

The scent of a perfume, the deep velvet of a perfect Rose, makes me think of past dreams and my desire for her grows

I go about my daily tasks, just passing time until the night, then I go straight to sleep, hoping she'll visit me tonight

Just slide into my dream world, take me in her loving arms, take me with her body, sharing all her sexual charms

Shower me with kisses, let me drink her pussy's wine, listen to her sweet voice, has she tells me that's she's mine

Even though I know she's just a dream and only through the night she will remain, is it possible to love just a dream,  or is my love insane

THE KINKY POET 

Nature's way

Pound me hard and pound me rough, like the Sea beats against a lighthouses shore, no sooner than the last wave has crashed, behind it comes some more

Strike me like a bolt of lightning, let me feel the awesome shock, running through my body, produced by your throbbing cock

Let me feel the seering desert heat, like the full power of the Sun, let me sweat with passion, has you make me cum

Let me feel a soft warm gentle breeze, like on a Summers day, coming from your panting breath, whilst we are at play

Lay me my back tonight, the me see a million stars hanging in the sky, each one a single kiss, as we share a sexual high

Let me feel the power of a Volcano that's just about to explode, the crescendo of a orgasm as you dump your load

Sharing all these feelings, it's like in a cosmic world we play, being at one with the universe, part of nature's way

THE KINKY POET 

Pussy's powers

You may think you know Super heroes, Spiderman, Batman, Superman or Thor, but there's also another one, I never thought about now I want forever more

With the power of seduction, the ability to capture and mesmerise, its hidden in a special place, gently nestled between her thighs

She can call me from a distance, she can make me hungry or desperate for a drink, once she is on my mind, of nothing else but her i think

Muscles so strong and powerful, she has a Superman vice like grip, it's tight but feels like heaven, when inside her i get to slip

There may be many Super heroes, written by Marvel and DC, but none of them are more powerful than the pussy calling me

Spiderman may have his spinning Web, Thors hammer may be strong, but there's no hero that compares to her, to her pussy I belong

So enjoy all your comic books, your films and the toys of which you own, for I've found my own Super hero, the pussy who I write of on my phone

So when your reading or watching your heroes, or however you spend your hours, I'll be dreaming of my own hero and her pussy's powers

THE KINKY POET 

Puppy boy

You won't need a muzzle, I promise I won't try to bite, slide on my collar, I'll be your puppy boy tonight

When I wear my collar, I will walk nicely by your side, in doors or out in public, I've got no shame to hide

I want you to pat me, if I do as I'm told would you tell me I've been good, I will sit and stay for you, like a good boy should

I will lay in my dog bed, or you can keep me in a cage, I will do everything you ask, I don't want to raise your rage

I don't want to get punishment, I'm a puppy who needs love, I want you to pet me, treat me with a velvet glove

You can tickle my tummy, I'll even chase a bouncy ball, I would be the perfect pet, for you I'd give my all

I'd lay at your feet, or snuggle at the bottom of your bed, I'd be very happy if you stroke and pat my head

You can buy me new collars, this puppy loves a brand new toy, I'd run around in circles, a happy puppy boy

THE KINKY POET