THE KINKY POET

We cum

It sounds like roaring Thunder as our pelvises collide, each thrust hits like lightning as your pussy's stretched so wide

Hands full of bedsheets, knuckles aching because their tightly gripped, brain going crazy as to a frenzy you are whipped

Body arching with every push, sweat sprays off you like the wildest Sea, breathing hard and heavy, each gasp you beg for me

Juices running like a waterfall, you'll have to change your bed, but in the throws of lusts pleasure, that's not even in your head

Building passion ever faster, you feel your gonna cum, you let go of the bed sheets and start to claw my bum

It starts off as a whisper, you faintly call my name, Building ever louder as you start to scream again

Aggression appears in your voice, you growl out what your body needs, I answer to your demands, I listen to your plea's

Harder, faster, deeper, I do everything you ask and crave, my goal is to satisfy you, to be your sexual slave

Then you begin to buck, you moan out loud and scream, you've orgasmed hard and fast but I've still got my cream

You bark out your demands for my spunk, I instantly pick up pace, has we cum together, I see the look of satisfaction on your face

Pleasures shared in unison, both saited our passions done, the orgasmic feeling of love and lust, captured in the moment that we cum

THE KINKY POET 

Waterfall

Your pussy's juice is gushing, you're like a delicious waterfall, you're pouring out your love juice, I want to drink it all

Laying beneath your pussy, just showering in your love, my mouth is wide open has you soak me from above

A waterfall of your nectar, drowning in your sweetest wine, trying to catch every drop, your pussy's taste is so devine

Watching your lips quiver, I hear you sigh and moan, as my tongue laps you deeply, your wet pussy's mine to own

You muscles clench as you squirt, it's such a delicious sight to see, you sending your cum out, I love it all over me

I bury my face into your mound, I eat desperately I want it all, you squirm as you cum again, my delicious waterfall

THE KINKY POET 

Craving

Late at night when I'm all alone and nothing else will do, my body gets a craving and only you can pull me through

It starts of a a niggle, a need just growing in my brain, it gathers speed so quickly, like a sexual runaway train

There's no brakes to slow it down, soon it's a full speed, roaring through my body, filling me up with a hungry need

A need grows into a desire, it then bursts into passions burning flame, raging uncontrollably, it's a wildfire that only you can tame

Only you can quench this thirst, only you can fulfil my need, you are my drug of choice, only your beautiful curves will succeed

Only your smile can quell this ache, a single kiss would stop the pain, just to hold you in my arms, would make this broken poet, whole again

My body screaming for you now, my poetry has turned to raving, it's difficult to write how I feel, when my veins are full of craving

THE KINKY POET 

Loving light

Wandering through the Wilderness of a sad and empty heart, expecting to be alone forever, a endless life apart

Then through the painful darkness, I see a glimmering light, could this be some happiness on a cold and lonely night

Pushing my way through hurts brambles, they bite and scratch my thighs, I ignore past hurts and heartaches, towards the light before my eyes

Wading through a sea of tears, I push on to reach my goal, all those tears shed in lost loves, from the hurt within my soul

But none of this will hold me back, this could be a magic night, will I find my dream girl, somewhere in the light

Will she cut down all the brambles, will she dry my sea of tears, is she the one I've been searching for, throughout these lonely years

Maybe she's there to reach out a hand, to guide me home this night, to lead me from the wilderness into her loving light

THE KINKY POET 

It must be you

Many people wonder, who is the dream girl of whom I write, who is my poetic muse, the girl of which dream of each and every night

The goddess that fills my dreams, the girl of whom my poems rave, the girl who fans my desires, the one person that I crave

Well do you see yourself within my words, are you somewhere in between the lines, are you my secret dream girl, are you the one who's mine

When you read my stanzas can you see your pretty face, are you the one I long for, do you make my poetic heart race

When I describe her sexy curves, her pretty moist and pouting lips, is it you I'm writing about, when describing her curvy hips

Are yours the mesmerising eyes, that put me in a trance, are you the girl I'd sleep with, if I only had the chance

Are you the girl I want in my heart, the girl who rules my dreams, do you recognise yourself or is that just how it seems

Read this poem once again, make sure you have it straight and true, if you can still find yourself, I guess it must be you

THE KINKY POET 

Thoughts of you

Though you are so far away, you're safe inside my heart, so distance doesn't mean much, though we're miles apart

Separated by the void, devided by some space and time, I know you're out there somewhere, I also hope you're mine

Though you have a different life and I'm here with my own, I can feel you next to me, your in my heart and phone

In dreams and in poetry, wrapped up with love and rhyme, sent out into the universe, to proclaim that you are mine

To show the world I care for you, no matter where you are,  I am always close to you, I'm still caring from a far

If you need to find me, close your eyes and search yourself inside, you will always find me, I'm always by your side

There to make you feel special, I hope to share your dreams, there to chase the clouds away, so only Sunshine beams

To make you feel I'm with you, I swear you'll never be alone, you'll always have this London boys, poems on your phone

So everytime you think of me, know this one thing's always true, whilst you're thinking of me, I'm having thoughts of you

THE KINKY POET 

The demon of desire

Deep inside my soul, lives a ravenous part of me, I try to keep it locked in, because of the fear it might get free

I can feel it gnawing, it's searching for that moment when, it can slip it's shackles and be on the loose again

Free to search for what it needs, to feed on your body's skin, to claw it's way into you, to eat the pleasures held within

To run wild and unchecked, with no inhibitions in the way, to take you just how it wants, your body's his that day

Touching every part of you, he wants to play in every hole, blending with your body, he wants to share your soul

Being as one together, he wants you held within his trance, these are the things he'd do, if he gets the demon gets the chance

But I do try to keep him in check, though his flames are burning higher, the insatiable demon in my heart, the demon of desire

THE KINKY POET 

Special girl

Would you be a good girl, would you do all the things I ask, would you let me use your body, for all my sexual tasks

If I asked for outfits, would you wear some sexy lace, would you wear a school skirt, with pigtails down your face

Would you wear different wigs, to match each style you wore, from school mistress, to a nun or a dirty sleazy whore

Would you grant my wishes, could I tie you up real tight, then have my wicked way with you, long into the night

Would you call me Daddy, come climb up on my knee, would you play any roll, would you do these things for me

Would you take your punishment, would you simply beg for more, would you say you love me and mean it from your core

All these things I ask of you, would you give these things a whirl, would you be my plaything, would you be my special girl

THE KINKY POET 

Licking out your pink

Oh I love the pretty colour, I love the way your moisture makes it shine, it's like a pretty Rose bud, I'd love to make her mine

Pushing past her petals, or a Pearl grown in the Sea, she sits there quietly, she's waiting there for me

I spread her open with my thumbs, our lips meet in a lovers kiss, to get to taste her passion, this is my biggest wish

Her nectar tastes like heaven, she is the sweetest Peach, I move my mouth in closer, so my tongue's in easy reach

Slowly I begin to lap, my tongue dances circles on her hood, your juices start to slowly flow your pussy tastes so good

Probing, flicking, lapping, I give your bud a long deep suck, you moan and push in tighter, as my tongue begins to fuck

Holding roughly to your curvy hips, I draw you in so tight, I must pace my licking, I want to get this right

To pleasure you is my aim, to honour your pussy with this rhyme, being filled with desire and a hunger, is my only crime

I want to make you cum so hard, so I must control the pace and think, I want to make you orgasm several times, whilst I'm licking out your Pink

THE KINKY POET 

If I were sculptor

If I were a sculptor I'd sculpture you out of the finest stone, then I'd have you with me always and I'd never be alone

I'd lovingly carve your likeness, recreating every curve, making a exact replica, your beauty, I'd carefully preserve

Making sure every line is smooth, like a copy of your skin, making your body into a piece of art, but where do I begin

Slowly chipping at the stone, your face will soon appear, eventually I'll have my Goddess, now I'll always have her near

Slowly my creations taking shape, my homage to a Queen, a piece of her forever, a beauty to be seen

Polished to the finest shine, I stand back and take you in, everything is perfect, it even seems to show your beauty from within

There you are immortalised, my Goddess, my muse, my Queen, but you have been carved in poetry, from a portrait from a dream

THE KINKY POET