THE KINKY POET

Cupid guide me

Running, searching everywhere, getting nowhere fast at all, looking for the perfect girl, I feel like such her fool

I've searched high, I've searched low, the only thing I've found, is that there isn't many angels, who are earthly bound

Everyone wants their angel, that girl, the special one, someone to spend each night with, once their day is done

The one who makes their soul sing, who makes them feel complete, this is what I'm searching for, the one I wish that I could meet

Is she actually out there, or does she just live within my dreams, am I destined for loneliness, cause that just how it seems

Shall I abandoned all hope, the gods must know I've tried, can't they send me Cupid, send him down to be my guide

During the night I'm truly loved, but my lifes empty by the day, cupid let loose your arrow, guide her here I pray

Help me find my one true love, shoot loves arrow at my heart, bring to me my one true love, so we will never be a part

Cupid take a steady aim, I'm ready now for you to fire, let your arrow set my heart alight, let my flames of love burn higher

Bring to a end my searching, I want to stop wandering on my own, I want to be in love for real and not just when I'm dreaming or writing on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

One more night

The Sun has gone the moons riding high, it's time for me sleep, I hope once I'm in my dream like state inside my mind you'll creep

Snuggle up behind me, let's spoon throughout the night, sharing romance and kisses, let's share some sweet delight

Feeling your body next to mine, to feel your every touch, it would be like heaven, this dream I'd love so much

Making love together, this dream would bring such bliss, sharing each other through the night, starts with a single kiss

Our bodies entwined in passions dance, I wish it could be real, I can only guess how your lips taste and wonder how you feel

So now the sun has disappeared, the moon is now in rule, please come to see me, don't let this night end cruel

Please don't leave me on my own, come visit me again, I'd love to feel your love for real and not just be wishes in my brain

Well as my head meets my pillow, I close my eyes so tight, I whisper to the god above, please send her here tonight

THE KINKY POET 

This was a bit of fun that came from a conversation about people wanting to collaborate with The Kinky Poet.  I had to have a chance too.  Thank you, Poet for letting me try a little rhyming... I know you aren't a sub but you gave it a valiant effort.   - Umberlee..

I'm yours

Bound up with cords nice and tight, I'm waiting at my mistresses feet, I've been the perfect submissive today and it's really been a treat

He's been such a darling, a good boy my pet I think he deserve rewards But I'm afraid not yet

Oh I must be patient, I must do everything she orders, no matter how she asks, I must do everything to please her, I must complete my tasks

he's a hungry little sub how he aches to cum but he needs a nice cropping right across his bum

Oh she's got the leather crop out, how I so adore it's special sting, I love the sound the strap makes as it dances across my bottoms skin

He gives a little yelp squirms then a little groan only a few more strikes and then he starts to moan

Oh god I love the pain and pleasure, the sting goes right through my bum, she takes me so close to the edge of ecstasy but she'll never let me cum

he thanks me for each strike filling him with need... but if he wants to cum he will have to plead

Now it gets very tricky, I don't want to have to plead or beg, but I'm so close to letting go, there's pre cum on my leg

I let him stroke himself but he knows what he must do "Don't cum without permission or I will punish you"

God my balls are aching, If I touch my cock I'll just explode, I must not cum until she says, I must not break her code

"Oh my poor darling, don't you want to cum for me?" Just a little begging.. just a little plea

Please, please my Goddess, Oh won't you let me cum, I've been a good submissive and i let you crop my bum

I consider for moment I don't answer right away, I regard his trembling body then answer with, "You may"

Thank you my Queen, could you give me a few more spanks, it helps me to blow my load, pain really helps my wanks

Of course I will my darling you have paid your dues... now be a very good boy don't get it on my shoes

No I'll be careful, would you like a necklace of my Pearl, or would you like it somewhere new, we could give your face a twirl

THE KINKY POET AND UMBERLEE

So.much fun with this thank you Umberlee It was awesome

Sapiosexual kinkster

Am I still a kinkster, if the fantasies are in my head, does it count if they're just rhymes, written from my bed

If it's Sapiosexual and not real, does it really count, if the only real interaction I've had, only adds up to a small amount

I write about a million things, though I've only done a few, am I still a kinkster, if I write these things for you

Dreams and scenarios, wishes of things I'd love to do, all the sexy things I write about, if I were there with you

Seducing you with my lines, my words touching every pore, stanzas wrapped around you, reaching to your very core

Your hands doing the things i can't, my words fucking in your head, being Sapiosexual it's like being in your bed

But does that make me a kinkster, or just some poet who writes lines, who dreams of finding his dream girl and making her just mine

A Sapiosexual sexual kinkster, or a kinky poet is the same, as long as my wordsmake you wet, I guess, what's in a name

THE KINKY POET 

Can't get to you

Calm down, count sheep, she's waiting there for you, your now so desperate to fall asleep, you want to see her too

Slow down your breathing, send all thoughts right out your head, try to find a quiet place, whilst you're in your bed

The longer it takes to drift off, the less time you'll have to play, with every passing second, your dream girl slips away

You become more anxious, but the moons high in the sky, but its getting harder to relax, no matter how you try

Seconds turn to minutes, sixty minutes make the hour, you feel like times flying by, your hope is looking dour

Will this be a sleepless night, spent tossing and turning in your bed, is the hope of seeing her now gone, the idea runs rught through your head

Like water running through your hands, she slowly slips away, as the night simply runs out of time and gives way to a sunny day

The Sun breaks through your curtains, the night at last is through, wasted was the chance to dream, he just couldn't get to you

THE KINKY POET 

A awesome show

Show me your body, naked just I'm your birthday skin, let me look from your head to your toes, just let my view begin

Let me see your sexy curves, lets see inside your inner thighs, let me look into your face and gaze into your pretty eyes

See your tits so pretty, with your nipples tall and so erect, let my brain run wild and free, as the sight of you takes effect

Turn around so slowly, you truly are a work of art, sculptured by a master, you're now carved inside my heart

Every inch is beautiful, I'd love to kiss every single bit, lick you like a lollipop, pushing my tongue into everywhere it fit

Nibbling at you skin, taking my time when I'm at your mound, making sure I eat everything, especially the moist bud I've found

So thank you for letting me see, how you look in just your skin, thank you for allowing me a taste, of the delights you held within

Let me say how wonderful you are, and just before you go, thank you for honouring me, with such a awesome show

THE KINKY POET 

Stop just about there

Just a little lower, stop you're in the perfect place, a inch or so above my tongue, your pussy's in my face

Just close enough to smell your sex, in reach for me to lick, to dance my tongue on your clit, to give it a playful flick

The perfect view of it glistening, I watch your juices shine, knowing with the slightest move, I can make you mine

Perfectly central, you couldn't parked in a better place, your lips are so inviting, so my fingers lightly trace

Running back and forth along your lips, its hard for me to decide, do I make patterns on your pussy or just push them deep inside

If I go inside I'll scoop out your juice, like a bear hunting for honey, or stroke to make you wetter, oh god both ideas are yummy

I love it when you're on my face, your pussy's mine to own, I love to get you to orgasm, I love to hear you sigh and moan

Juices drip onto my face, I can't let it go to waste, I collect it with my fingers and suck them clean with a hungry haste

So thank you for sitting on my face, I'll eat you with such love and care, your positioning was perfect, I love it when you stop there

THE KINKY POET 

The cane

An age old implement, teachers used to punish those who were bad, but from a very early age I was kinda glad

Most were scared of getting the cane, they feared the teachers switch, but me I kinda got off on it, I got a certain twitch

Everytime it landed, endorphins ran through my brain, I got very excited, still that feelings just the same

I'd play up at school, I'd fight and swear in class, hopeful I'd get sent to the headmistress and she would cane my ass

She always a wore suit, she always looked so stern but hot, I wonder if she made me who i am, did she cultivate the kinks I've got

I love sexy roll play, bondage and every sexy game, but if I had to pick my favourite only one thing would remain

I'd have you dressed as my head mistress, like my favourite days of old, then I'd let you cane me, for not doing as I'm told

THE KINKY POET 

Picnic lunch

Sun is shinning brightly, it seems there's no one else around, we pick a place under a tree and put our blanket on the ground

We have some nibbles, a bottle of chilled delicious wine, you're wearing a Summer dress, it's a favourite one of mine

We share a lovely salad, a glass of wine, then you stretch out in the Sun, I'm looking at you in that dress, my desires start to run

I slide up next to you, I gently kiss you on your painted lips, I run my hand over you, caressing your sexy hips

Through the flimsy dress, I can feel your sexy shape, I realise you've no panties on, you smile as my mouth just gapes

You part your legs slowly, I look to check we are alone, I run my hand up your inner thigh, my hungry cocks already grown

I find your shaven mound, she's already moist with need, immediately I want to fuck you, to shoot my Summer seed

I slide my fingers in you, I'm sure were in park just us, I pull my trousers lower, as you climb on top i start to thrust

You start to ride me slowly, all the time keeping watch, checking no one's near, I love to fuck in the open, but getting caught is your biggest fear

Grinding down my shaft, your pussy sucks my hungry cock, the sun starts to dip, its getting late it's nearly eight o'clock

I'm not leaving till I've cum so I put you on your knee's, you tell me take any hole, use you as I please

I start to pound You faster, I can feel you start to cum, I take my index finger and guide it deep inside your bum

You start to buck wildly, I hear you groan and moan my name, you tell me that I own you, I hold your hair tightly like horses mane

Fucking you ever faster, I feel I'm gonna start to cum, I ram you with such a force, until at last I'm done

Both laid out on the ground, our picnic, was such fun, we snuggle in a warm embrace and watch the setting of the sun

THE KINKY POET 

Close to hand

When you're alone at night, or even in the middle of the day, you may get that certain need, your body wants to play

It may not be a convenient time, or you may not be in a private place,  but your bodies screaming out its needs, there's a Blushing in your face

You feel a twitch and wiggle, you know you're moist and damp, you try to hide it from the world, your legs you tightly clamp

There's nothing left for you to do, you must get some private time, so you find a quiet corner,  then you look to find a rhyme

Words from your favourite poet, will help you cum real quick, poetry of kinky, playful sex, stanzas of sucking dick

One hand on your phone, the other pushes your lacey panties to the side, you stroke your wet clit in circles, before your fingers delve inside

Reading all his fantasies, you often imagine they're of you, doing all the kinky things, you often wish he'd do

Breathing getting faster, you cum, your juices start to flow, release washes over you, as you let your tensions go

Saited you can continue with your day, get on with all you've planned, but it's nice to know if desires rise, my poetry s close to hand

THE KINKY POET