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 

Beauty beyond compare

Brighter than the brightest star, shinning in the night, your eyes are so beautiful, I pray i dream of them tonight

Your smile lights up every room, wherever you go there's always Sun, if I could pick a dream Goddess, you would be the one

You are my Aphrodite, the Venus who owns my heart, the Goddess of my poetry, the muse from where all my poems start

A Rose by any other name, whose petals have the softest touch, your juice is like a nectar, I adore your taste so much

Your skin is like velvet, with curves beautifully
sculptured and wrote about in rhyme, my lady is a goddess, I dream that she is mine

Come share a special moment, there's room inside my empty bed, let me feel you next to me and not just in my head

Even though I know when I wake, my dream girl won't be there, but I've spent the night with a girl, whose beauties beyond compare

THE KINKY POET 

The crypt

Welcome to the crypt my sweet, I know it's late at night, I thought I'd invite you here, to share a little bite

Come see what I've brought you, I'm sure she won't be missed, she's fresh and ready for you, a virgin as you wished

She's laying on the gravestone, yes I know it's cliche that she's dressed in white, it wasn't done deliberately, it's what she wore tonight

I bring her to you as a gift, to show my fealty to my Queen, to show I'm your faithful slave, the most loyal that there's been

So feed my Vampire Queen, drink the blood fresh from her veins, then I will clear up the mess that's left, I'll deal with her remains

Is there anything else I can do my Queen, all you need to do is ask, I'm your humble servant, just give to me a task

I hope once I've proved myself, you will feed off me until I turn, then I can be a Vampire slave and serve you as I yearn

Then I can bring you anything, fresh blood each night to sip, brought to you late at night, whilst you're in the crypt

THE KINKY POET 

Poems that you've read

Would you be my baby, if you could reach across my dreams, would share your nights with me, when the moonlight gleams

Together with your hand in mine, we could stand the test of time, sharing each others hearts and dreams, would simply be devine

Kissing you through the Ether, brought to me on Angels wings, tenderness and passions and all the joy it brings

Hearts beat in unison, just like the rhythm of a rhyme, bringing us together, across all space and time

Feeling all your sexy curves, my hands running wild across your skin, each night I find my pillow, waiting for your sweetness to begin

For my lips to blend with yours, to share your Peach like taste, my tongue scooping out your juice, to make sure there is no waste

So we can be together, though we are simply worlds apart, so now I'm waiting in my bed, waiting for my dream to start

So tonight I wonder this one question, whilst I rest my weary head, do you know you're loved and special by the poems that you've read

THE KINKY POET 

Fun time

Now you're in the deepest darkest dungeon, you are mine to do with as I please, I can tie you up, strap you down, take you on your knees

No one will hear you scream in pain, so go for it my love, there's no one else in here and there's sound proofing up above

Everything is almost ready, the wax is getting very hot, I hope you love the sting it makes, when It hits the spot

Let me get the ball gag, let me do it up so nice and tight, now you'll be quiet, no more screaming here tonight

The more you fight and struggle the ropes will bite your skin, you might as well admit defeat, you might as well give in

Just give yourself to me, you must learn to call me master, the sooner you relinquish control, this night will go much faster

You woke up in my dungeon, I drove you out so very far, that will teach you to hitch hike and get into a strangers car

Once the night is over, you'll be kept under lock and key, then when my turn is over, you can play with me

I love it when we roll play, it's always so much fun, remember when you tie me up, no playing with my bum

THE KINKY POET