THE KINKY POET

Moistened thighs

Standing at your window, my eyes fixated on your curves, knowing you are more beautiful than any poet could deserve

I watch you when you shower, as the water runs across your skin, I'm mesmerized by your beauty, as my mind runs off to sin

I love to watch you get dressed, I adore your underwear, I love you wearing pretty lace, still covered but quite bare

Your body is covered in sheer lace, caressing your soft and sexy figure, my eyes covers all of you as my cock gets bigger

Every moment I spend looking at you, makes my pulse quicken to a race, beating forever faster, by one look into your face

Desire and wonderment, runs deep inside my brain, dreaming of secretly watching you, within my voyeurs game

Peeping, quietly through all my dream, when you're all alone, filming and taking pictures of my muse on my mobile phone

Silently watching you, I'm your voyeur in the night, I dream you are here with me, sharing your  passions every night

I hope you know I'm watching you, with wild desire in my eyes, a want every inch of you, I want to get between your moisten thighs

THE KINKY POET 

Dungeon dreams

The door swings open sunlight floods the room, the walls are wet with damp, it aches of gloom and doom

Your told before you step inside to read then sign right there, it was a disclaimer for everything that goes once you go in there

You read it and sign on the line, just as you step through the door, he pushes on to your knees, he tells you, tonight you are his whore

Your eyes adjust to candle light, there's chains hanging from the wall, there's benches and a sex swing, he seems to have it all

He pulls your clothes off, he pushes your head into the stocks, he grabs you roughly by the hair and makes you suck his cock

Fucking your mouth real hard, he forces you to gag, he growls at you to take it all, you nasty little slag

Then he goes around behind, you feel the paddles stings, you scream out in sexual pain, loving the pleasure that it brings

Your pussy starts to get wet, there's a small puddle on the floor, then he stops spanking you, though you beg for more

He releases you from the stocks, he ties you to a leather bench, you can smell it's old and used, it has a sex soaked stench

You know you weren't the first to be brought into his house of pain, you briefly look around, still so many implements abd toys remain

Pinned down on your back, he holds the candle high, slowly the hot wax lands on you, across your tits and thigh

Just as the pain and heat sets in, ice water is applied, the wax is frozen on your skin, instantly the pain subsides

Next he ties you to a pole, it is just a massive log, then you feel your legs buckle, as he begins to flog

The flogger gnaws at your flesh, you know it'll leave a mark, but that's why you came tonight to feel the Dungeons spark

Then you are on your back, on a huge wooden X your laid, then he gets the sex toys out and in every hole your played

You are screaming in ecstasy, to be fucked you really yearn, then a few men appear and fuck you all in turn

Your pussy's full of Dungeon men, each one has left his cream, then you snap back into reality, it simply was a dream

Then you realise where you are, it's the house you want to own, you're standing in the basement whilst the sellers on the phone

You look around the empty space, it large, it's cold and dark, it makes you think of a Dungeon, I guess that was a spark

You decide you're gonna buy this house and make a Dungeon of your own, you'll invite fellow kinksters to come play, in the Dungeon in your home

THE KINKY POET 

Out your cage

Prowling like a Tiger, full of desire, passion and sexual rage, I'm hungry for your body so now come out your cage

Let me just unshackle you, it's time to set you free, go get on a pretty outfit, it's time to play with me

Come be my sexy playground, I want to use you in every hole, I want to own your body, I already own your soul

Now go get the toy box, get the cuffs and nipple clamps, let me feel your pussy, oh yes it's nice and damp

Reach up to the beam, I'm gonna hang you up quite high, I love it when I clamp your tits, I love to hear you sigh

Now I got you up there, I start part your soft wet lips, I push my tongue into your Rose, I love it when it drips

My fingers slide deep inside, I push one into your bum, waves of orgasm come over you, but I won't make you cum

Now your ass is ready, let me lubricate this chrome butt plug, it will slide in easy now, it will fit in your ass real snug

I don't want to rush this, I'm gonna fill you with my cream, I'll ride you hard till day break, then wake up from my dream

So somewhere in my dream world, I've saited my sexual rage, so I've put you back into your shackles and put you in your cage

THE KINKY POET 

A million times

In my mind I've kissed you at least a million times at night, I've held your body close to me, I hope to get another chance tonight

I hope you slide in next to me, and give me a tender kiss, let me feel your tongue in my mouth, that would be such bliss

Your moist lips brushing mine, as we're laying face to face, I get to see your beauty, you're full of style and grace

To run my hands across your curves, to be seduced by your loving charms, enslaved by your pretty smile, to be held within your arms

To share my pillows with you, has one until we greet the Sun, then I'd have to say my goodbyes, once our evening's done

Then I'm just left to spend my days, writing kind and loving rhymes, about how we share our evening's and how we've kissed a million times

THE KINKY POET 

50 shades of fear

Babe I know you see the film, yes I know you've read the book, but wasn't it the man in charge, I'll get the film and look

What do you mean you want to take the lead, like 50 shades but with a twist, you want to be in control tonight and tie me by the wrist

I'm not to keen on this, yes I know I said I'd be up for fun, but I don't like the idea of being spanked or thing being shoved inside my bum

What are those clamp things for, why the fuck do have you a gag, can't we just go to bed and have a normal shag

You say you're sick of Vanilla sex, I don't even know what that means, can't we try some dress up or play out some sexy scenes

You could be a sexy teacher or perhaps a kinky nun, that won't involve all these things, now dont that sounds like fun

Baby when I said I love you, when I agreed to embrace your needs, I didn't know it involved a chrome plug, are you listening too my plea's

Ouch that really hurt, that was a painful, vicious spank, it's given me a hard on, could you give me a slow hard wank

Wow I never realised that pain could be such fun, can you get those clamp things out, once the spanking's done

Oh my I quite like this, who knew there was pleasure hid in pain, we should of done this years ago, I love this type of game

We better go on the Internet, to see other things to do, how do feel about bring tied up and I do things to you

Wow I'm really into this, baby this was a great idea, now I'm 50 shades of kinky, instead of being 50 shades of fear

THE KINKY POET 

Always Sun

I woke up this morning, the clouds blocked out the Sun, in a moment I was bathed in light, because you are the one

Your smile chases the clouds away, your eyes just dry the rain, every day is a Sunny day, as long as you remain

People outside could be getting soaked, they got their umbrellas open wide, I don't need to own one, when ive got you by my side

I have you on my phone, I carry you inside my heart, our Friendship was made in cyberspace but now we'll never part

I hope you are never sad, I want you to be you and free, I will help in anyway, you got support in me

I want you to be your very best, feel happy in your skin, I'm always on your team and in your heart, a cheerleader from within

So now I'm laying on my bed, the day has just begun, I don't worry about what the weather is, with you there's always Sun

THE KINKY POET

Sun kissed beach

The Sun shines way up high, as our feet stride across the warm soft sand, there's not a single cloud in the sky, as we're walking hand in hand

The Sea slowly laps the shore, on this island that's made for you and me, hidden away from the world, so our kinks are wild and free

Running wild and naked, in a world made for you and me, I watch you splashing in the surf, it's such a lovely sight to see

We lay on the Sun kissed beach a warm breeze runs across your skin, the effect makes your nipples hard, your mind wanders off to sin

I feel your hand on my thigh, you slide it up on to my dick, you roll yourself above me, you smile and then slowly start to lick

Soon my shaft is solid, you slide it deep past your moistened lips, I place a hand on your head as you begin your dips

With each dip my cock goes in deeper, soon you take my all, I move my hips to match your pace, I rise each time you fall

You give the perfect blow job, you begin moaning as you suck, this means you're ready, it's time for us to fuck

You climb up my body, your hungry pussy wants my dick, I quickly stick my fingers in too steal the juice I want to lick

As I'm sucking your juices off my hand, you guide my cock inside, I start to say you taste delicious, as you begin your ride

Your wetness surrounds my cock, your pussy's muscles suck me tight, you grind down on me, pussy wants some cream tonight

Thrusting hard as you slide down, like the waves rushing to the shore, I can feel you cummimg, so I push a little more

In a crescendo of lust and love, a joint orgasm we finally reach, we lay there saited, holding hands, on our Sun kissed beach

THE KINKY POET 

Bathed in moonlight

Not a single cloud in the sky, the moon is shinning bright, it's looking at his Goddess, he wishes he was the moon tonight

Beams of moonlight light up your curves, it puts a glisten in your eye, it brings out every part of you, has you look up at it and sigh

You sigh because your heart is aching, because you both are far apart, but you hold on to the single fact, he lives inside your heart

You wonder what's he doing, how does he spend his time,  but you know what he's up to, he's writing about you in a rhyme

Trying hard to find the words, slowly they form a line, about a moon bathed Goddess, who he thinks about all the time

Stanzas building slowly, about the dream girl that he loves and how he hopes she thinks of him, wilst the moon is up above

Both looking up in the night sky, each starring intently at the moon, both hoping that when they sleep they'll find each other soon

She glances skyward one more time, she blows the moon a kiss, she hopes her poet feels it, this is her simple wish

So now she leaves her moon outside, she wonders to her bed, holding on tight to a single wish, she lays down her weary head

THE KINKY POET 

Dressed to kill

Pulling on your stockings, they slide slowly up your thighs, putting on your lingerie, there's make-up on your eyes

You look into the mirror, you reach for your mobile phone, you take several pictures for you poet whose back home

You know he'll go crazy, he adores every picture that you send, he thinks your adorable, you know this by every poem penned

It's time to slide on your dress, pull on your sexy heels, you run your hand across your dress, you love the way it feels

You stand in a sexy pose, more pictures for your poet boy, you put on a sexy smile, you look demure and coy

You flick through the pictures, there's so many it takes a little while, you know he's gonna love them, you're gonna make him smile

So you put them on a email, then you send them down the line, in a few seconds, those lovely gifts were mine

THE KINKY POET 

POEM CHALLENGE by THE KINKY POET

Ok my favourite kinksters, you've all had fun reading my poems now it's my turn to read yours, the challenge is. I start the poem, then you write one stanza in the comments continuing the poem.
Then put a link on your page for your fellow kinksters to get involved. Have fun please get involved I want to see your creative side

The poem is entitled

A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS

Being the broken poet, my rhymes are the escape from my sexual rage, I write them down in stanzas, for the kinksters on the Cage