THE KINKY POET

Slipping from my dreams

I tossed and turned all night, searching in my dreams, I couldn't find you anywhere, you've gone, or so it seems

I reach out to find you, I stretch my desperate hand, but you slip through my fingers, like drifting moving sand

I can't get a hold of you, confused what have I done, my dream girl is nowhere near and here comes the morning Sun

A night without you in my dreams, breaks my heart in two, the only time I'm happy is when I'm spending time with you

Where did you go to, have found a dream of someone new, does he make you happier, than when I dreamed with you

Or is this just a glitch in time, just a restless night within my brain, if I sleep soundly, will you visit me again

I wake up in the morning, my pillows wet from where I cry, I hope your back tonight my love, I'm left to wonder why

Left all day to guess what went wrong, I'll have to wait until tonight it seems, will last night be nothing or are you really slipping from my dreams

THE KINKY POET 

Sleazy

Standing in his favourite suit, wearing his best cologne, surveying the ladies in the club, spotting which one is alone

Like a hunting Tiger he picks the weakest prey in the pack, slowly he moves in for the kill, he's getting ready to attack

He slides up next to her, Ihe offers to buy her a cocktail of her choice, little does she know that, there's malice inside his voice

A undertone of calmness, confidence, with a touch of fun, she smiles and accepts a drink, he knows she is the one

He tells her she looks gorgeous, he can't believe she's on her own, he pretends to be interested when she talks about her home

She rattles on about her sad life, Ihe pretends to listen and nods his head, but all hes really thinking is, how will he get her into bed

They have a dance, they chat some more, he plys her full of drink, she giggles then he makes his move, how low could one man sink

He asks her back to his place, pulling this lonely girl was oh so easy, he had my way then sent her home, does that make him sleazy

THE KINKY POET 

Special delivery

I walk into the office, you get straight up on your feet, you extend your hand in the gesture, like I'm someone you might greet

I grab your wrist and spin you round, I'm not here for you to greet, I'm here to take you by force, can't you see my throbbing meat

I push over your office desk, your stuff falls on the floor, I lean in and whisper, it's time to fuck you whore

I pull up your pencil skirt, your lace panties come off with just one rip, my fingers find you're already wet, as inside your cunt they slip

Bent across your office desk, your bodies mine to own, your face down but hear the click, as I take pictures on my phone

Then I spread your legs roughly, I run my dick up along your thighs, the moment my dick goes in, I know I own this prize

You first tense up at the girth, then you relax and take me in, I start to fuck you slowly, as I begin my office sin

Pounding and grinding, your pussy starts to seep, you raise up onto your toes, so I can get inside real deep

You begin to moan and groan, as your first orgasm starts to grow, I start pound you harder, as my shaft glides to and throw

Soon there's a small puddle of you upon the floor, I just fuck you faster, I'm desperate to make some more

When I'm close to cumming I begin to pound real fast, trying to make you cum again, being unsure I'm gonna last

With one last thrust my cock explodes, I collapse across you back, I gather myself quickly and pull out your cum filled crack

You turn and sit on the edge of your office desk, you look me in the eyes, you watch me pick your panties up, I steal them as my prize

I kiss you gently on the cheek, you must of guessed or had a hunch, I thought I'd stop by today, because you forgot your lunch

Left wet full of cum, with no panties, flushed with heat, not only did you get fucked, I brought you food to eat

THE KINKY POET 

Poetry arrow

My poetry is like a speeding arrow, aiming for your heart, hoping to hit it's target though the distance is dreams apart

Flying through the ethereal plain, shooting through the void, hoping that you catch it, and my words you don't avoid

With a quiver full of stanzas, and a bow that's made of rhyme, I let another poem loose, to tell you that you're mine

A reminder sent true and fast, my arrow brings my words that's true, about all my inner feelings and the nightly dreams I have of you

I can only hope they find you, I hope they landed where I aimed, now you can feel the way I feel, I hope you feel the same

Sending arrows out into the void, trying to find the girl of my dreams, may sound kind of crazy but it's not as silly as it seems

Who knows what if one strikes home, and my dream girl feels this rhyme, she may send back her arrow, to show me she is mine

THE KINKY POET

In the mood

Creeping through the woods at night, like a wolf whose on the hunt, looking for a victim, he's hungry for some cunt

He listens very quietly, he smells your body scent wafting on the air, now he is on your trail but you don't know he's there

You wander through the woods at night, you do not fear the dark, little did you know that night, the trouble that you've sparked

You never heard him coming, there was nothing but silence all around, the next thing you realised you were pin down on the ground

He was over powering, there was no point in trying to put up a fight, he had you at his mercy, you was his tonight

He rips all your clothes off, he has you laying bare, but even during this ordeal he takes the time to stare

Then he sinks his teeth into your flesh, he's clawing at your skin, then he rolls you on your front, he wants to start his sin

You feel him as he enters you, it was such a forceful fuck, but pain was mixed with pleasure, you couldn't believe your luck

You raise yourself to take him in, sexual pleasure in the woods, you didn't try to struggle, even though you knew you should

Once he had fucked you, he just left you laying there, used, bruised and naked, but the lone wolf didn't care

Slowly you get up, you wrap yourself in your Cloak of red, you pull it around you, pulling the hood around your head

Laying all around you, lays a basket and your clothes, not quite the ending to the story we all know

Poor Red Riding Hood, now grandma's got no food, because you were caught by the big bad wolf, when he was in the mood

THE KINKY POET 

Told it to me straight

Words woven with a forked tongue, still drips honey in your ear, words that your heart desires, just to draw you near

Telling you the things you hope to hear from that special one, whispers creep into your heart at the setting of the Sun

A phrase that has two meanings, depending on how that phrase is read, confusions always possible, when you're alone in your bed

Do you try to read between the lines, try to see more that's what's been wrote, do you cling onto them like a life raft, to keep your hopes afloat

Easily wires get crossed and things aren't how they seem, reality is often far from hope or how you see it in a hopeful dream

You can only interpret the words you read or hear, you just hope you got it right, then pray that you have no need to fear, when you sleep at night

And all is well in what you've read, truth and honesty will guide your fate, hoping communication has got it right and told it to me straight

THE KINKY POET 

Of this single kiss I wish

Romance, passion, emotions, fires made from a single kiss, that very special moment, it truly is such bliss

Love could blossom from it, or just a moment caught in time, but no matter what comes of it, for that moments now wrote in rhyme

The kiss initiates each other, as we entwine and become as one, sharing each others sexualfantasies, till we greet the morning Sun

A kiss can be the last goodbye, as love walks out the door, a forever lasting reminder, that love lives here no more

A kiss can be on the cheek, to show a love between some friends, a hello or a goodbye kiss, to show true friendship never ends

So whether it be very sexual or a kiss for just a mate, each kiss means something, it has a power to decide your fate

One kiss could lead to love, be the one that wins a heart, so use your kisses wisely, or true love may soon depart

So make sure your lips are moistened, as you go searching for that kiss, the kiss that brings you love and happiness, of this single kiss, I wish

THE KINKY POET 

I need

Could you do me a favor, tie me up real nice and tight, then pick your favourite paddle, then give me a little spank

Bring that lovely paddle down, baby leave your special mark, the pain runs through me my passion starts to spark

Let me feel that lovely sting from that riding crop, thrash me with it nice and hard, I beg you please don't stop

Tonight I need you to give me love, in a painful kinda way, so get out the bull whip it's time for us to play

Beat me, whip me, give me the gnawing pain i need, mark me, bruise me, I want you to make me bleed

You obviously know I like the pain, it makes my life seem whole, the need is just a part of me, it resides inside my soul

So when I ask you to tie me up, when I ask you to do the deed, understand it's not about the pain, it's just a sexual need

THE KINKY POET 

Seeing clear

When you are struggling and world continues to turn, and your prayers are left unanswered, they ignore the things you yearn

When there's no helping hand, you feel run down and beat, everything's a battle, again you face defeat

You look for a certain someone, to stand right by your side, someone to chase the hurt away, so you'll never need to hide

To be there when you need a hand, someone for you to hold, whose love can bring you a inner warmth, to chase away the cold

When the skies are full of the darkest clouds, your tears they fall like rain, someone to dry those tears, to help you heal your pain

I'm sure there's someone out there, to be your shinning Knight, to help you with your struggles, to help you put things right

So let me give you a clue, the next time you feel alone, look for the poet, who lives inside your phone

Though he may be miles away, kept by worlds apart, remember you are not alone, he's always in your heart

No matter how bad you struggle, your poet is always near, to help and support you, so you can see more clear

THE KINKY POET 

Come into my life

Miles away drifting resting tired in my empty bed, thoughts start to wander, to the girl of my dreams I'm led

No matter what I'm doing, doesn't matter how busy I can be, there's always a spare moment, when a thought just comes to me

I could be in a crowded room, or just sitting on my own, I think of you and poetry starts to appear on my mobile phone

You're simply my inspiration, you are my Queen, my muse, everything I write is from my heart, I swear it is no ruse

A thought of you can make my pulse race, has you run around my veins, my breathing gets quicker, endorphins flood my brain

It's nice to have you always with me, as I go about my day, but I love it when it's dream time and you come here to play

When I get to hold you tight, when we're laying skin to skin, making love and sharing us, so let my dream begin

So I will lay here patiently, trying to relax and forgetting my daily strife, waiting for my dream girl, to come into my life

THE KINKY POET