THE KINKY POET

Dark nightmare

Awakening on my tear soaked pillow, I feel the damp around my head, the Sun peeps through my curtains, the night is not long dead

It seems even in my dream like state, I know you cannot stay, I know when the morning comes, you would be gone away

But I've search through my memories, trying to retrieve last night's loving dream, but I can't find it anywhere, not one single scene

Surely you came to me, I dream of you every single night, why can't I remember anything, there's somethings not quite right

Normally you're vivid, your images are always crystal clear, I can feel your body, I always feel you're near

Every night we hold hands, we snuggle in a loving warm embrace, I get to kiss you all night long, I get to gaze upon your pretty face

Then my spring eyes open wide, my pillows nice and dry, its dark outside, I must go back to sleep, to find you I must try

I was so unsettled, to have a single dream without you there, it was quite sad and scary, to have a fleeting dark nightmare

THE KINKY POET 

Dinner plate

Laid out on my table, tonight you will be my dinner plate, you will be covered in my favourite delicacies, this is our food fun date

Fresh cream and my favourite fruits, you've got strawberries on your tits, cut in pretty patterns, laid out in sliced up bits

Chocolate painted on your body, I can't wait to have a lick, there's even Chocolate sex toys, shaped like a massive dick

Bananas to push inside you, so I can suck and eat your juice, you are a sexy buffet, I need to let my hunger loose

Ravenous for your body, I eat Triffle from berween your thighs, I'm sucking on your Peachy cunt, you see hunger in my eyes

Eating like a starving man, whose finally found a meal, I eat as much as any one man could, until I've had my sexual thrill

Both covered in fruit and cream, there's food spread on the floor, now I'm saited and full up, I couldn't eat no more

Then we both have a shower, it was such a fun food date, you are so fucking sexy, my beautiful dinner plate

THE KINKY POET 

Choke

Come on I want it, just hold my throat, give it a little squeeze, I want to relinquish my power to you, try it baby please

I want to feel you're in control, I'm under your sexual command, so I've got no control, I must do all that you demand

I want to feel my breathing controlled, I want that tightening in my chest, I don't want to pass out but close to it is best

I know it's a strange request, you did ask what I'd like tonight, breath control so exhilarating if it's done just right

It will take some getting used too but I want to show my trust, do it as we're fucking, gently squeeze with every thrust

It doesn't matter I'd you leave a bruise, I'll wear a high necked top, just grip my throat real gently, then squeeze till I say stop

Please baby try it, I swear to you this no prank or joke, I want it in our sexual repertoire, I want a sexual choke

THE KINKY POET 

Daddy's little whore

Come on nasty daddy throw me to the cold hard floor, give it to me roughly, I want to be daddy's special little whore

Just take me as you like, own me and call me nasty names, treat me like your playground, I love our dirty games

I don't want no hearts and flowers, I just need your throbbing dick, put it deep inside of me, it feels so big and thick

Stretch my wet pussy open wide, or make me suck you until I gag, grab me hard by the hair, own your little slag

Dirty, sleazy, nasty sex, I need it rough from you tonight, tie me up, make me yours, make the knots real tight

Get out the paddle, lube up that massive chrome butt plug, spank me till you leave a mark, push the plug in nice and snug

Give me what I need tonight, I beg you to bite  me as we fuck, cover me in bruises, I want sex medals with any luck

I want to feel the ache for days, I want my pussy to feel used and sore, reminders of our session, when I was daddy's little whore

THE KINKY POET 

This was prompted by a post on vintage lingerie by RoseThorn. She gave me permission to thank her publicly for the prompt. I love retro and vintage stuff so it sparked this. 

Thank you RoseThorn

Retro girl

Your retro make up is perfect, your vintage hair is styled so fine, it's time to try on your lingerie, you know you'll look devine

Sexy, slinky numbers, some styled on years gone by, you take loads of pretty selfies, you know the reason why

Retro lingerie, matched with a vintage summer dress, with Bobby socks and kitten heels, the look he loves the best

40's, to the 60's are the years when girls with curves were in, when woman looked like woman and to have curves was not classed a sin

Each piece of lingerie, was pictured on your phone, a memory in picture form, sent to a poet whose laying all alone

He will love your pictures, inspiration for his rhymes, he will keep them close at hand, he'll look at them at least a million times

The thought of you all dressed up in a vintage look, has inspired him to write, a poem about a retro girl, is the poets subject for tonight

You even send a video, of how your dress flares up showing your petticoat as you twirl, you know that will drive him crazy, you saucy, sexy retro girl

THE KINKY POET 

Night out

Sitting quietly in the corner of the club, I watched you both come in, you were both in your killer threads, your minds were set on sin

At the bar you're both doing shots, I watched you as you danced, both of you were cute but you had me so entranced

I watched you swerve and sway, you had such sexy curvy hips, I loved the way your lipstick glistened, as you licked your lips

In that sexy dancing dress, you were naked that's for sure, the way it clung to your curves, there was no room for more

Several men tried their luck, you brushed them all off with a wave and laugh, you were their for dancing, your hands sliding down your calf

A few more shots it happened, your friend left you in mid groove, she'd gone off to the rest room, now was the time to make my move

I slid up close and tight next to you, I poured honey in your ear, I told you I wanted kinkty stranger sex, my intentions were real clear

I put out my hand to her, she took it and l took her to the alley just outside, I got myself behind her and spread her legs real wide

I pound her hard, I fucked her fast, until our cum run down her legs, she crouched down to suck my cock, she wanted all the dregs

We straighten up ourselves, we went back up to the bar, her friend was asking where she'd been, she replied she'd ain't been far

I bought them a few shots that night, then I pulled out my mobile phone, I asked her for her number, she laughed and said baby I see you back at home

Our date night was excellent, the roll play is always so much fun, if she's really drunk when she gets in, I might try to put it up her bum

THE KINKY POET 

I want to

I want to make love to you, to share in your loving charms, feel your body close to me, to be held with your loving arms

To feel you kiss me gently, to smell your sweet perfume, not in the dreams I have, but right here inside my room

To feel your head upon my chest, so you can hear my heart beat out your name, together entwined in romance, bonded by loves eternal burning flame

To wrap my fingers around your hand, pulled in tight by loves embrace, to kiss you ever so sweetly, to gaze upon your pretty face

Spooning throughout the darkest night, I'd kiss your back and nape, whispering words of love in your ear, tonight is our escape

An escape from the real world, into a magic world just made for Two, conjoured by the dreams we share, a world for me and you

Every night I pull you close to me, you climb into my empty bed, how I wish for once it was real and not just thoughts inside my head

THE KINKY POET 

Wardrobe love

Using my camera's night vision I can see you in the dark, I can see you playing, you've got a erotic spark

Watching you use your sex toys, is really is such fun, I couldn't believe the size of that huge plug, you just slid up your bum

You truly are stunning, I love to watch you laying on your bed, I love it you don't know I'm here, I watched you spread your legs

I zoom in with my camera, I'm hiding in the perfect place, I can see all up your body, from your pussy, to your face

I wish I could get involved, I wish I could help you play, but you don't know I'm watching so, in my hiding place I stay

Trying not to make a noise, my breathing I keep slow and low, it's difficult because I'm excited, watching you put on a fucking show

I love to hear you moaning, I wish you'd call my name, just as you were cumming, during your kinky sexual game

Oh that's it baby, push that dildo in so deep and fast, I want to see your pussy squirting, how much longer could you last

Wow that's amazing, you can squirt your love juices very far, can you direct it, could you get it in a jar

Then I could take it home with me, perhaps I could sneak a little sip, I'd at least have to unscrew the lid and have a little dip

Now you've pleased yourself it's off to the shower now my secret love, then I can get out of here and end my wardrobe love

THE KINKY POET 

Old wives tale

The coffin slowly opens, the Vampire Queen feels it's time to feed, she must sustain herself, she must fulfil this hungry need

The moon is high in the sky, it's at its fullest phase, it always brings out easy prey, many love the full moon craze

They go off into the darkest spots, they stare amongst the stars, with binoculars and telescopes, they search for the planet Mars

But they don't believe in her kind, they are story's for films and books, they have all the seeing implements but for her they never look

So the Queen goes to search the darkest spots, she spots them from way up high, swooping down like death on wings, its time for them to die

By time their realise she is there, their fate it has been sealed, her fangs burst into their veins, she drinks the blood before it can congeal

Warm fresh and freely flowing, she sucks the life force from their vein, leaving not a single drop, only a empty body will remain

The Police won't know where to turn, they will suspect there's a killer on the loose, maybe some psychopath, or a drifter some recluse

No one would think of Vampires, so their enquiries are bound to fail, they think there's no such thing as Vampires, it's just some old wives tale

THE KINKY POET 

Broke the mould

The God's did their best days work, with you they broke the mould, they must of used their best bits then let the fates unfold

Using their prettiest eyes, they matched them with your smile, making sure you were gorgeous, it must of took a while

Finding you the softest skin, picking a choice of hair, finding you the biggest heart, then filling it with love and care

Sculpting every perfect curve, perfecting every line, slowly they designed the perfect dream girl, how I wish that she was mine

She is their greatest work, a gift sent down from way on high, when the God's looked at her for the first time, all they could do was sigh

Looking at perfection, they then sent you into my dreams, brighter than the brightest star at night, like a vision your beauty beams

Now a Goddess walks amongst us, but let the truth be told, when they made my dream girl, they simply broke the mould

THE KINKY POET