THE KINKY POET

If I was

If I was your master, I'd return home and expect to find you on your knee's, naked in a submissive pose waiting to serve and please

Whilst I sat in my chair, whilst you sat at my feet, I'll gently stroke your hair, to keep a special bond with you, to let you know I care

I'd dress you up in pretty things, send flowers to your door, even though I'm your dominant, no man could love you more

I'd guide you in my desires, you'd learn to fulfil my needs, both sexual and emotional, you'll take care when doing deeds

I would not punish you, unless you had been real bad, because I love you deeply and don't want to make you sad

The only pain I'd give you, is when we were both at play, I'd spank you across my knees, at least one time every day

Just so I can feel your ass, as I rub it gently after each stinging wack, that's why you don't own panties, so I can feel your crack

I'd get you tied up on the bed, taking pictures on my phone, get you to strip on a live chat, when I am on my own

I'd take you out to dinner, we would go dancing in the rain, your life would be so full of love, just simply say my name

Kneel down before me, just give your heart to me,  submit yourself, make me your true master and fill my heart with glee

Oh what a wonderous dream, if I could only show it, but sadly I'm no master, I'm just a broken poet

THE KINKY POET 

Fresh Peach..

Oh my you are a fresh delicious Peach, as juicy as can be, just plucked off the tree, especially for me

I love to stroke your softest skin, then take a little bite, you taste so heavenly, I'll  make you last the night

Your juices running in my mouth, my tongue getting all it can, you really are the sweetest fruit and I'm a lucky man

My tongue pushes into your flesh, I'm looking for your stone, I'm ravenous for your fruit, I can't leave you alone

Eating you with a firey passion, I want to eat you raw, once I've sucked out all your juice, I want to make some more

Juices pouring from you, my fingers are so soaked, I have to hold you tight, I don't want to loose my Peach, you are mine tonight

I know when the Bible said Eve ate the Apple to start sin, this is a lesson that they teach, I think they got the fruit wrong, I'm sure it was a Peach

Because there's nothing more juicy, than a Peach ready to be plucked, then biten by a lover before that Peach is sucked

THE KINKY POET 

Come see me in my dreams

Hey there my sexy dream girl, it's me your poet boy, please come and see me, just turn up don't be coy

Just come and visit me, please come and share my night, I'll be going to sleep soon, I'll meet you in my dream tonight

Come into my perfect world, where we can be as one, filling the night with romance, until the Sun must come

Just step off your pretty photograph's, climb into my head, wait until I drift off, then come into my bed

Lay yourself beside me, let me feel your sexy skin against my skin, let me kiss you gently, just let our perfect time begin

I want you for my dream girl, I know you're just a dream away, please come and spend sometime, at the end of everyday

Now it's time to close my eyes, I'm off to rest my weary head, I hope you decide to visit me, once this poems read

THE KINKY POET 

When the planets align

Looking at the moon at night, wondering if you do the same, just like you it's far away, but my desires still remain

So you shine like the moon and all your kisses are the stars, you were made in Venus, whilst I was stuck on Mars

If I mention Uranus, most people would start to giggle, but unlike your sexy ass, the planet cannot wiggle

Saturn may have its rings, and of course we have the Sun, each is a thing of wonderment, but if I had to pick just one

I would pick our mother Planet Earth, because I know that you are here, all I need is to find a way for us to just get near

I only hope one day things change and somehow the planets just align and the God's who rule the heaven's will finally make you mine

Close enough to share a kiss, a single chance to make you mine, till then I can just look at the moon, waiting for the planets to align

THE KINKY POET 

Capture

How do you capture a moment, that makes my pulse start to race, it's simple just ping my phone with a picture of your face

Your pretty smile, your soft moist lips, the way you have your hair, I adore seeing every detail, I feel like I am there

When you pop up on my phone, my face can't help but smile, instantly I'm mesmerized, you've made my day worthwhile

How do you make my heart fast, beat right out my chest, you send a pic of you in lace, you know I love that best

And if your pic is saucy, I feel like you've bust my heart, I lock it in my picture vault, so we will never part

All the pics you send me, brings me you close and makes you real, gives me the warmest glow, I need you to know how I feel

You make me feel so special, the pictures aways lead me to a dream, where we share special moments or that's just how it seems

So next time you send a picture, know my hearts in rapture, because I've got you on my phone, you are the perfect capture

THE KINKY POET

Stripping on my phone

There you are my dream girl, I really love that dress, you look so very sexy, you've obviously dressed to impress

What's the tune your listening too, I love to watch you sway, what do you mean just shut up and watch, that's a funny thing to say

Then your hands move across your body, you start caressing every curve, now I keep my mouth shut, I'm here only to observe

Slowly you undo the top buttons on your sexy dress, you smile and undo some more, revealing yourself slowly until the dress falls to the floor

Now your in your sexy lingerie, it's made of Black lace but sheer, I can see your pierced nipples, as the camera is quite near

You push your tits together, the cleavage looks devine, you slowly pull down one strap, there's no rush you take your time

Then you drop the other strap, i hear the bra clip ping, I'm now looking at your ample tits, now you do your thing

Hands on your piercings, they instantly harden to your touch, your eyes constantly fixed on the lens, it really is to much

Your move to the music, I love to watch you twerk and dance, I'm mesmerized by your body, you have me in a trance

Then you just stop and smile, you slide your panties down your thighs, showing me your pussy, this was a great surprise

I just watched you strip for me, it was an amazing seductive scene, then you switch your camera off and I'm just staring at my screen

Mind blown and horny, I'm all revved up and all alone, after watching you my beautiful dream Goddess, Stripping on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

The Vampire Goddess and the broken poet

As nighttime descends and there's darkness all around, this is the Vampire goddesses time, you know where she'll be found

Sitting high up in her castle, looking down onto the village lights, soon she'll go hunting, she needs to feed tonight

She knows she'll find someone, they'll be on their own, wandering the streets at night, instead hiding safe at home

Silently she'll swoop down, then hypnotise them with her stare, then she will feed off them, and they won't know that she was there

They wake up feeling weak, thinking they fell or hurt their head, luckily she stopped her feed or they would now be dead

Then she spots a cripple sitting in his power chair, she knows he will make a easy meal, she swoops down without a care

She lands right in front of him, knowing he can't run away, she was going to attack him but she decided she would play

I see you are a broken poet, I've read you work, not bad, I love all the erotic ones but some just make me sad

Why asked the poet your the Vampire Goddess, you rule everything, she shook her head so slowly, I don't have a Vampire king

In a flash the poet said, turn me now, make me yours, make me fit and fine and I will write you poetry, until the end of time

He tilted his neck she moved in, her teeth found his pumping veins, she drank until he was empty, not a drop of life remains

The next night when the Poet woke, his Goddess had made him into a healthy man, together they will prowl the night, like only Vampires can

And he will write her poetry, about the death she brings from way up high above, but it will always have a stanza so he can profess his undying love

THE KINKY POET 

Dream girl still

Super cute and horny, your pics they turn me on, in my dreams we make love, then i wake to find you gone

Your curves are so sexy, I'd love to taste your flowers juice, to run my tongue across your body, to let my passions loose

Stroke your hair and kiss you, to look into your eyes, kiss slowly up your inner legs, to nibble on your thighs

I kiss your nape, around your neck, run my fingers down your spine, feeling every part of you, in theses dreams you're love is mine

Suck upon your nipples, give them both a nip and tweak, hold you tight within my arms, you are the love i seek

My dreams of the perfect girl, the princess in my rhymes, stanzas confess my feelings, tales of the dreams in which you're mine

I look at your pictures, then i close my eyes and fall to sleep, i hope to find you in my dreams tonight and into my bed you'll creep

Snuggle up so close to me, wrap around me nice and tight, lay your head upon my chest, just stay with me tonight

It breaks my heart when i awake, to find I'm alone just in my bed, i realise you are just a dream, the lover in my head

THE KINKY POET 

Dream girl

How can i feel for a girl who lives within my dream, a image conjured in my heart, of a beautiful sexy Queen

Deep in my dreams she is mine and I'm her only man, i adore her like a Goddess and i show her anyway i can

I try to tend to her desires, I live make her smile, to see satisfaction and happiness on her face, make it all worthwhile

A smile is the perfect gift, to see happiness glistening in her eyes, a poet couldn't ask for more, I adore my wonderous prize

Holding her in my loving arms I feel her skin, as we both embrace, you lay your head upon my chest as I look at your pretty face

I stroke your hair and whisper, such sweet nothings in your ear, I know you'll be gone by morning but I love it that your here

Grabbing fleeting moments with you, is a precious moment locked in time, for as long has its dark outside, the dream girl will be mine

THE KINKY POET 

The petals of the Rose

They say there's nothing sweeter than the fragrance of a Rose, the sweet smell of sexy heaven, wafting up your nose

It awakens all the senses, it sends a tingle down the poets spine, oh I wish I owned it, why can't this Rose be mine

The petals are exquisite, so soft they're beyond compare, keeping her Rose bud warm and wet, until my tongue gets there

Until like a Hummingbird I feed, my tongue scooping out your flowers honey, not a drop is wasted, your sex nectar tastes so yummy

When I part your petals, I gently kiss the softest Rose, I play in your garden, until the moonlight goes

Then I'm alone again, and the Rose I thought was mine, disappears for now, whilst the Sun must shine

But once the day is over, the sunlight just fades away, you'll find me in your garden, with your Rose I want to play

THE KINKY POET