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 

Darkness falls

High upon the rooftop the Vampire Queen sits in wait, looking for you to make that one mistake, the one that'll seal your fate

Stay in the lightened streets, keep others in your sight, if your alone for a moment, you'll lose your life tonight

She watches people go about their tasks, oblivious that's she's there, waiting for the opportunity, to take life without a care

Her hunger is insatiable, her desires must be fed, she'll drink the life force from your veins, until she's sure your dead

Young or old, grown up or child, to her it's all the same, to feed on those who come in reach is her only aim

Teeth glistening in moonlight, her eyes are like a hawk, waiting for your last mistake, as alone you start to walk

Then like the silent assassin, she swoops to stake her claim, she wraps herself around you and feeds straight from your vein

When the Sunlight comes again, you bodies laying on the ground, you've been sanguinated, there's no blood left to be found

THE KINKY POET 

Do you think

Do you think it's possible to care for someone you've never seen, if the only place you've seen them, was somewhere in a dream

Can you feel a connection to a heart you've never known, is it really possible to feel for someone who's picture you've been shown

Can you be attracted to someone, when you only know them through their lines, can the stanzas that they've written seduced you in a rhyme

Words are Intoxicating, they put your mind into a whirl, of dreams and possibilities of a love that might unfurl

Hope is  forever eternal but can the distances be overcome, can you reach across the void, to find out if their the one

A chance to find the connection, to give real meaning to your life, who knows where it might lead, you only pray it don't bring strife

Or is this just a foolish dream, because you hate that you're alone, so you cling on to hopeful wishes, you've read upon your phone

THE KINKY POET 

Heads or tails

Ok who gets to choose, what kinky game we play tonight, we can toss a coin, you can call, see who rules the night

Call as its in the air, pick a side whilst it's in a spin, if you get it correct, you get to choose the sin

I know you desperate for the win, it's the fairest thing to do, because I'd also like my choice, to decide on what we do

If I win it's dress up, a roll play night is always fun, if you choose I'll do anything, except let you peg me up the bum

Tie me up, and flog me, put me on a collar and a chain, anything you can think of but that one hard rule must remain

God I hope you get it wrong, I want you dressed up in some leather and Black lace, or in pink frilly panties, that'll put a smile across my face

Here we go the coins in the air, give your choice to me, fuck it you called it right, can't we do best of three

THE KINKY POET 

The love and romance casino

When do you admit defeat, when do you walk away, or do you play one more hand and hope to loves gamble goes your way

When do you realise that the hand you've been delt is shit, do you just fold and save your chips, hoping to play another night

The roulette wheel of love is spinning, you placed your heart on Red, but in your heart you know you bet wrong, as it lands on Black instead

You have the dice clasped in your hand, you blow on them for luck, they come to a stop on snake eyes, this gambling starts to suck

Why do you risk it all, should you gamble with your heart, clinging on to the hope you'll win big, and with her you'll never part

You sit at loves Poker table, the Queen of hearts is in your hand, now you're hoping for a King, all you get delts a joker and the loneliness it brings

You try your hand at Twenty one, it's a game of luck you trust, but will you beat loves dealer, or again will you just simply bust

Love is such a gamble, why do you risk your heart to play, or should you leave the love and romance casino, to try again someday

THE KINKY POET