THE KINKY POET

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 

Mr Moon and my Moon girl

As the Sun dips in the sky, you ascend to take your place, bringing with you my dream lover, tonight we're face to face

All the time you're in assendance, I get to share her love, as long as you're in the sky, as long as you're above

Whether you be a new moon, or the last quarter in the sky, I can see my lover, I wish that I knew why

Everytime you leave the sky, you take my love away, then I'm left broken hearted, right through the lonely day

Watching the sun move across the sky, waiting to see it disappear, knowing when you return again, my girl will soon be here

Please bring my moon girl, bring her back into my dreams, let me see her once again, whilst your moonlight beams

You may control the night, you can make or break my heart, I wish you'd stay in the sky forever, then we wouldn't have to part

So when your hanging high in the sky, with stars glistening in your light, please send the sandman to bring my girl tonight

Send her to our special place, you know that I'll be there, waiting to spend a dream with her, one of love and care

Thank you Mr Moon, for letting me have my sweet moon girl tonight, thank you for the dreams you send, until she's stolen by dawns light

THE KINKY POET 

A million times or more

In my dreams you've appeared a million time or more, in every loving moment, you're always at the core

Each moment of undeniable love, I'm looking at your face, then sadly when I wake up, you're gone without a trace

Whenever I reach out my hand, it's you I hope to find, a soft warm caressing embrace, of the sweetest, loving kind

Skin to skin entwined as one, our bodies make the perfect mould, lips aligned in perfect symmetry, in dreams as yet untold

Together in our own time and place, a secret land just made for Two, I pray every night I visit there, I'm all alone with you

To have you all to myself, sounds like a case of greed, but to me it's more of a hunger, its like a aching, loving need

So please when I go to sleep tonight, as I lay down my weary head, come and find me in my dreams, come share my lonely bed

Give me just another night, let me see you once again, let us be together, until the morning Sun rises, to steal you yet again

THE KINKY POET 

The moment

The moment you come through your door, I've got you up the wall, tearing at your office suit, I want to see it all

Buttons popping from your blouse, I can see your bra of lace, controlled by a single hand on your throat, there's hunger on my face

My mouth forced upon your mouth, your painted lips I smear, you can hear my hungry tones, as I whisper in your ear

Rough hand up your stocking, your panties tore aside, I can feel your wet already as my finger dive inside

Thrusting hard into you I almost lift you off the floor, each time you let out a sound I ram them in some more

You fumble for my manhood, my trouser soon hit the ground, you pull my cock into you, your cunt I start to pound

You wrap your legs around me, on my cock I've got your weight, you growl at me to fuck you hard, you have a need to sate

Banging you hard against the wall, with such force I start to pound, every thrust that enters you, I hear you make a sound

That inspires me to go fast, I want to make you moan and cum, deep grinding hip thrusts, as I finger fuck your bum

I feel your juices running, my bodies soaked with you, I carry you across the room, knowing exactly what I'm gonna do

I bend you over my favourite chair, I enter you from behind, I fuck you hard with no romance, the dirty slutty kind

Soon I'm at the edge, you're  so close to getting seed, with a final thrust I explode, I've done my sexual deed

We kiss and we get cleaned up, I tell you dinners nearly done, you thank me for the welcome home, and giving you my cum

THE KINKY POET