THE KINKY POET

My sex toy

I want you for my sex toy, you'll be my playground made for sin, I'll be free to have my way with you, I'm going to explore your gorgeous skin

Tied up or tied down you now belong to my my wicked ways, I'll decide what happens to you, I'm the one who calls the shots on these kinky days

I'll tell you what you must wear, your lingerie I will get to choose, there will be a table full of sex toys and I will pick you which ones that you must use

Tonight I will own every aspect of you, I will  own you body, mind and soul, there will be no restrictions, I will use and abuse every single hole

Make bite marks on your skin, I'm gonna eat your pussy raw, once I've taken all you've got to give, I'm just gonna simply take some more

I'm gonna leave you exhausted, full of my warm and creamy seed, I won't finish with you until I've sated my furious animalistic need

So tonight you will be my sex toy after I will treat you like my special Queen but during I'll show no mercy, I'm gonna make you moan and scream

THE KINKY POET 

Playing with your poet

My words reach across the void they put a wiggle in your day, it's like I'm there touching you, your mind wanders, you're now aching for some play

You get home and go straight to your room, you need to be alone, you climb on your bed and get comfy, you open up your mobile phone

You begin to read my poetry it makes your pussy wet, as you read you stroke yourself but your not ready yet

At the moment you get a message it's your kinky poet on the phone, asking have you enjoyed the recent reads and are you on your own

You blush but you answer yes thn you confess you were going to have a little play, your poet says he'd be glad to help, just do everything I say

You make yourself comfy adjusting pillows on your bed, you close your eyes and let your poet loose inside your head

You follow my instructions your hands now belong to me, you slide your hands down your body all inhibitions now are free

Dampness meets your fingers, you dip your finger in a take a taste, I ask you what's your flavour to which you reply I taste of sweetness and desire, sucking your fingers with most haste

One hand on your moistened pussy the other playing inside your bra, ecstasy getting closer orgasms seems close and not that far

I whisper I'm now between your thigh, legs over my shoulders as I lick your Rose, my fingers deep inside you as you quiver from your head down to your toes

Once you've cum I move up your body on your hardened nipples I start to suck, I slide my hungry cock inside you as we begin to start to fuck

Your brain now doing overtime you tell me you gonna cum, I tell you you must refrain from doing that until I've decided we are done

Dangling on the very edge you ask please can you start to cum, I leave you on the edge for a while then tell you the play is done

With a shudder you release yourself there's now a damp patch in your bed, a reminder of what happens when there's a kinky poet playing in your head

I tell you your wet panties now belong to me, they are the spoils of war, quietly I'm delighted to please you it's what I write my poems about you for

THE KINKY POET 

Blushing

Wow I love your body I think you're my kink filled crush, I would love to write you something specifically to make you sigh and blush

Something to make you wiggle whilst your laid quietly in your bed, a poem to spark naughty thoughts running around your head

Stanzas about eating you, me drowning in your pussy's cum, you laid across my knees as I'm spanking your gorgeous bum

Me covered in claw marks made during a passionate war, bite marks on your breasts and inner thighs, you begging me for more

My hands running wild on you, stroking every sexy curve, my touch builds the excitement, it awakens every kinky nerve

You wrapped around me, our bodies entwined as one, moulded by desires fire until we greet the morning Sun

I hope this poem makes you smile, savour every line no need to rush, I hope you're now laid in a damp patch and this poems made you blush

THE KINKY POET 

Forfeit

It's no good complaining you lost the bet, it was all done quite fair, take all your clothes off and go stand right over there

Mumble and moan all you like, it's no good I can see your frown, now with two hands on your red lace panties slowly pull them down

That's it all the way kick them over here I'm keeping them as my prize, now first thing is to part your legs, let's see what's between your thighs

Good girl do as your told, now bend over and touch your toes, see the butt plug on the stool you know where it goes

Don't forget the lubrication just smear it on the plug, now put it in carefully making sure it fits in nice and snug

Bend over a little more, I want to take pictures with my mobile phone, a reminder of the bet you lost to look at when bored and on my own

I can't believe I'm seeing this it was our best forfeit yet, maybe next time you'll think more carefully before making a kinky bet

THE KINKY POET 

Tongue skills

You walk around dressed like that looking sexy and acting flirty, you know how to press my buttons, let's get down and dirty

In that skirt showing off your stocking tops, your tits are all on show, you start to dance around me, you're grooving nice and slow

You just stay out of reach, I'm stuck here in my chair, I'm watching every move you make, I love the way you toss your hair

You lead me to the bedroom you climb onto our bed, you do things to yourself in front of me I've only kept hidden in my head

Then you lift me out my chair, you slow down the bedrooms pace, you lay me down carefully then position yourself just above my face

Now you're in the perfect position, you're now in the perfect spot, I have now got the perfect view I can see the lot

Even though I'm broken you still make our bed play fun, I might be broken downstairs but with my tongue skills you will cum

THE KINKY POET 

Come inside our bed

The fires are burning deep inside I'm ravenous for your touch, I need you next to me I want you oh so very much

Wrap yourself around me lets lay naked skin to skin, covered in each others sweat after a session of kinky sin

The house looks like a war zone, there's all the playthings strewn across the floor, the vibrators are now silent they're not needed any more

You can feel the scratches, you have bruises forming on your bum, we're both laying in the damp patches we both made when we both cum

Your laying across me her heads now resting on my chest, after the the night of passion it's the thing I love the best

After the passion sated and your body's all relaxed and still, your breathing begins to get slower now our desires had it's fill

Come on baby take your clothes off now get in beside me in our bed, I want to share the kinky passions that have been hiding in deep inside my head

THE KINKY POET 

One of these days

Papers and phone strewn across the floor, I needed the room and space, it obviously shocked you by that look of surprise upon your face

As I lift you up onto the desk I move between your thighs, already your lace panties are wet and there's hunger in your eyes

I pull you closer to the edge, I'm now kneeling in front of you, you pull your panties to the side you know what I'm about to do

I move in closer my mouth covers her as I kiss your swollen lips, I pull her wet petals apart and start taking little sips

Like a bird drinking nectar your pussy's juices tasted sweet, eating out your pussy truly was a gorgeous workplace treat

You reached down and grabbed my head, you pushed my head in tight, I started lapping harder making sure I ate you right

You laid back flat on the desk you ordered me you want my dick, I stood up and unleashed the beast, it was hard, long and thick

I pushed the tip inside you, you squirned as I slid some more inside, you spread yourself wider as I began to ride

Slow long strokes at first until your pussy could take it all, soon we were pushing hard, you kept pace with each rise and fall

You were moaning loudly, I wanted you to scream my name, after everytime you cum I'd try to make you cum again

Soon I was at the edge, I couldn't control myself any more, I exploded deep inside of you, you'd gotten what you have came here for

We cleaned ourselves up we rearrange our clothing sorted the desk then went our separate ways, you laughed as you pulled open the office door and said "it wasn't locked, we'll get caught one of these days.....Sir"

THE KINKY POET 

Bubbles made of foam

You're laying in a king sized bath, there's candles all around, the tune playing softly in the room it is the only sound

Warm water surrounds you, you've got your eyes closed tight, it's a beautifully relaxing ending to a super kinky night

You hear the door opening, not a word between the both of you is said, then you first feel him gently kiss you on the head

Eyes still shut you feel him reaching for the sponge, he runs it across your skin, you quietly smile to yourself knowing there's always after care after there's been sin

Gently he washes you the water lapping along your thighs, you open your legs slightly the feeling of the sponge leads to whispered sighs

He treats you with the utmost tenderness, you are his girl, his Queen, to him you are a Goddess, it feels just like a dream

Once he's washed you everywhere, he kisses you then you're left alone, to relax and think of nothing just surrounded by bubbles made of foam

THE KINKY POET 

A new hunt

It doesn't matter where you are, I'll find my way to you, my desires are like a Sat Nav their directions will be true

If you're hiding in the woods it won't take long to find you my sexy prey, there's nowhere you can hide from me I'll find you night and day

Like a lone Wolf in the night, I hunt by the light of a blood red moon, run if you think it will help but I'll be with you oh so soon

You have absolutely nowhere to run, your soul is mine to own, once I've got you I'll tie you up and take kinky pictures on my phone

You will be my playground, you will be my new sex toy, I will be your dominant owner, a masterful poet boy

Hunting makes me happy, I love to feed on you when you're in my bed, once you're in tight bindings and on your knees, you can give me head

On the next full moon I'll set you free, again you start to run, I will give you a few hours head start but a new hunt has begun

THE KINKY POET 

If I was

How I wish I was a dominant instead of a broken man who writes in rhyme, I would love to have a submissive to inspire me and be the muse I write about all the time

A girl to chat to everyday a beautiful lady to call my own, one to share dreams and fantasies with through messages on the phone

One who would send me naughty messages or a picture of them in sexy lingerie, one to have textual intercourse with one who I can laugh, talk and play

Someone I could be there for to guide them through their day, I want to be so supportive and be there for them whatever comes our way

I understand being broken they would need to find someone else for play, that is something I'd understand it would be done in a sharing kind of way

A submissive I can say good morning too, someone I can check on make sure that they're alright, one i could be sending sweet dreams and kisses to at the end of every night

Does this lady truly exist or am I destined to always be alone, feeling like somethings missing from my life and writing wishes on my phone

THE KINKY POET