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 

Sheer and Lace

Your looking in the mirror, you're naked standing there, you want to send your poet photos but you don't know what to wear

You start off with leather, then latex rubber, you finally turn to lace, the moment that it touches your skin, a smile comes across your face

The lace lays upon your skin, the feel touches every nerve, it makes you feel so sexy, as it lays on every curve

Hugging you in the right places, you look at yourself and smile, this should please your poet, he hasn't seen you dressed up in quite a while

But before you take your pics, you decide to have a little stroke, you go lay on your bed, your fingers probe and poke

The lace makes you feel sexy, across your body your hands run, cupping your tits then reaching round you caress your lace covered bum

Then you notice on your bed, is a large Chiffon scarf quite near, you pull it across your skin, it's soft, it clings, it's sheer

Sliding out your sexy lace, you lay the sheer scarf across your skin, you can still see your pussy and it's treasures held within

You pull it across you body, your dark nipples harden to it's touch, you run the sheer material in your hands, you use it to stroke your crutch

A damp patch appears on the scarf as it brushes against your lips, you drape it all over you, it lays softly on your hips

You wrap it round your wrists, as if your poet had you bound, you feel yourself cumming and let loose a sighing sound

You take some pretty pictures, you can see your body through the sheer, they are for your poet, who will hold them oh so dear

Now you've had a little play, got turned on by sheer and Lace, you better pick a outfit for the day, to match the smile across your face

THE KINKY POET 

It happened in a dream I had

It happened in a dream I had, I was in charge of your camera phone, telling you the shots I wanted, whilst you were alone

I asked you to wear your sexiest dress, then stand and make a pose, then take a couple of snaps for me, I'm just greedy I suppose

One pic isn't enough I want a album, a sexy picture set, so I can look at a Goddess in the beautiful pictures I will get

Then I asked you to put on your favourite lacey underwear, then lay down on your bed seductively, as if I was standing there

Take loads of pictures of yourself in different positions on the bed, so I can use them as a fantasy later, when your pics are in my head

I want you to put the things that turn you on, the clothes in which you feel real great, I love that we've found each other, I thank the hand of fate

Once you've took picture in lingerie, I tell you to get bare, then shoot pictures of yourself, like up close to your pussy's hair

A picture of your legs spread wide, then spread your lips to show your pink, I need a picture of your ass, I don't have one of them I think

Bend over let me see, what it would look like to have you from behind, now can you pull apart your sexy cheeks, if you'd be so kind

Do you have a favourite toy, for when you need some relief, take pictures of you using it, if that isn't too much grief

Then the alarm clock goes off, I wake picture less and sad, but for one night I had everything, it was in a dream that I once had

THE KINKY POET 

While the moonlight beams

Hunger, desire my needs are growing stronger by the day, I want to share your body, come into my dream I pray

Let me climb out of my dreams, let me slip inside your mind, share some special time with you, of the loving kind

Let's be entwined together, our bodies moulded like clay as one, sharing love and romance until we greet the morning Sun

Spooning or laying face to face, I want to feel your skin, whispering words of love, tonight's not the night for sin

Fingers wound within each other, a hand in hand embrace, I could spend a lifetime, looking at your face

Being mesmerized by your beauty, you have me in a trance, I would be your lover, if I only had the chance

But for me to share a night with you, I have to keep you in my dreams, you'll be mine tonight has long as the moonlight beams

THE KINKY POET 

The Pink

Hiding in between your lips, is the pinkest softest skin, I'd love to.get close to it, and slide some fingers in

Maybe get you to part your lips, so I can see the pink I crave, though its just a small part of you, to your pussy I'm a slave

It is the sexiest shade of pink, it glistens like the moon lit sea, I want to take a dip in you, I dream that you'll let me

Deep inside your pussy, the Pink is like a velvet rose, I'd love to smell your fragrance, with your pussy on my nose

Your Pink skin above my mouth, my tongue just wants to dance, to take you off to ecstasy, put you in a sexual trance

To pay my homage to your Goddess, to kiss and lick the Pink, to me sounds like heaven, but I often wonder what you think

Do you imagine me with my head buried between your thighs, would you.let me kiss the Pink, would you give me that special prize

Am I worthy of such a gift, I imagine it when I'm on my own, I can only hope you take a snap of the Pink and send it to my phone

THE KINKY POET 

The sound of a sigh

It can be the slightest whisper, from deep inside a soul, to show you're giving someone pleasure, which truly is your goal

A sign of relaxation, maybe when they're in a dream like state, taken their by a lover, on a sexual date

It could be caused by a gesture, a surprise or special gift, the sound is a sign of contentment, that you've given their life a lift

It can be at loves first kiss, the anticipations built so high, the nervousness of getting it right, when you're finally eye to eye

Sigh released when you have cum, when you saited on your bed, with flashes of reminders, playing like movies in your head

There's times when you sigh alone, reading erotic poetry on your phone, knowing that the poets missing you, both sad and all alone

Wishing you were with him, a tear squeezes from out your eye, you pull the covers around you and let out a little sigh

THE KINKY POET 

Perfect time

I'd love to be the camera on your mobile phone, getting to see you naked, on your bed when you're alone

Snapping shots or selfies looking deep into smile, capturing the moment, it would make the job worthwhile

Looking at your sexy curves, your nipples stand erect, maybe chosing a different filter, to get a new effect

Getting glimpses of your sexy bum, or of you dressed up to send a thrill, a kinky sexy outfit, tonight you're dressed up for the kill

Getting slid in between your thighs, to see your flower spread, zooming in on your cliterus, legs open wide upon your bed

A chance to see your inner lips, to see your moisten clit, showing exactly where a tongue must go, when licking in your slit

Pictures of you in lacey lingerie, as you start to strip, a damp patch in your panties, a picture captured as you drip

All these things I'd get to see, if i were the camera lens, will I see these as your poet, well I guess that just depends

It depends if you take those shots, and send them down the line, pictures of a Goddess, caught at the perfect time

THE KINKY POET 

The Cliterus Queen

Just inside the pussy's lips, hides the button to rock my world, the initiator of my fantasies, of tales as yet unfurled

Sitting very central, with a crown sits the sexual queen, your clit is my favourite thing has it's always been

She sits there in her throne, with the power of a savage beast, If she awakes from her slumber, she'll expect to feast

Just the slightest glance of her, would make my heart beat through my chest, for I would have just spotted heaven, your cliterus is the best

Your soft hair's like a blanket, wrapped around your Queen so tight, i hope one day to kiss her, I dream of her on every lonely night

Dream of gently parting your lips, making circles with my tongue, feeling the Queen  come to life, desperate to make her cum

Probing, licking, flicking, your Queen I want to suck, then with her Royal Approval, I'd really love to fuck

So here's to the Cliterus Queen, oh I dream of just one taste, to sip some of her highnesses juice, not one drop would go to waste

Now I wonder what she looks like, I dream of one single glance, I'd remember her forever, if I got that chance

THE KINKY POET