THE KINKY POET

Deep in my dreams

Deep in my dreams you are there, I hope to find you waiting there for me, sitting by a lovely running stream, the perfect place to be

Flowers in the meadow, the Sun in a sky so Blue, sitting waiting for me, in the dream I dream of you

A smile like a Summers day, eyes as captivating as any moon, lips as soft as the purest Rose, that's just come out to bloom

Perfection like a work of art, sculptured from deep within my mind, I imagine I see you perfectly, your beauties mine to find

I've seen you in my minds eye, a beauty beyond compare, I know somewhere you're out there, I wish that I was there

Dreams may bring us closer, under the stars and moon, I can't wait for the Sun to set, so I can see you soon

So I get comfy on my pillow, the Sandman sends me off to sleep, then I go to our favourite place, hoping into my dream you'll creep

THE KINKY POET

The burning desire

Welling up from deep inside me, it gets stronger by day, this need to own your body, in every sexual way

To take control and guide you, to make all my needs come true, this is the burning desire, that overwhelms my thoughts of you

A hunger buried in my soul, passions embers start to glow, building up into a firey blaze, as my needs begin to grow

I want you, I need you, I'm searching for you in vain, my ache for you is crushing me, I can't get you from my brain

Constantly thinking of you, in every song in every line, reminders of how I feel and how I wish that you were mine

The Sun warming my skin, the delicate smell of the scented Rose, everything seems beautiful, as my love just grows and grows

No clouds in my view, the sky is the brightest blue, the world seems a better place, when I think of you

Wishing that you were here, then I'd never be alone, you'd be more than a fantasy or a simple poem on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Dream girl gone

I don't know why you've chose to go, you've slipped away from all my dreams, leaving me alone at night or that's just how it seems

I look for you in my dreams, lost amongst the stanzas and the rhymes, disappeared, simply gone, in the mists of time

Empty space right next to me, just memories in my head, all my hopes and wishes, simply now are dead

Running through the hour glass, slowly falls  the sands of time, laying on my pillow, still wishing you were mine

But I can only wish, across the void again you'll come, and share a evening with me, until we greet the morning Sun

Will the lonely broken poet, ever find a love so strong and true, will she ever find him, will she be or look like you

So now the poet drifts off to sleep, he knows no dream will come, and he will rest his lonely heart until the days begun

THE KINKY POET 

Hunting prey

Creeping around in the darkest night, like a big Cat hunting prey, looking for that special girl, a girl who wants to play

Hunting for her high and low, the right girl I try to seek, she must be a Submissive but she can't be mild and meek

She must have some passion, some fire in her eyes, lustful and sexy but I guess that's no surprise

Curves in all the right places, sexy eyes and moistened lips, whose pussy's juices taste like heaven, so I can steal some sips

Prowling like a jungle Cat, I get a smell of her on the wind, she smells so inciting, i wonder has she ever sinned

Is she a innocent or does she know how to play the game, tonight if I catch up to her, her life will never be the same

My desires will cover her, I'll mark her with my teeth and scent, she will then belong to me, before my seed is spent

So now I'm getting closer, to the girl I'm hunting for, the scent if sex and lust from her, as just led me to your door

THE KINKY POET

Roll the dice, turn the cards

Do you roll the dice, for a chance of love and lust, do you take another card and risk the chance of going bust

Would you play all your chips, risk it all to win the pot, a chance to win true happiness, and all the love they've got

Will you get the Ace of hearts, or the Queen to match his king, a pair made for each other, and the happiness it brings

A full hand that can't be beat, there's nothing you don't lack, all the cards for happiness, no Joker in your pack

The dice rolling all you need, you watch them tumble, where they land is a surprise, any numbers lucky, but you don't want to roll snake eyes

So do you gamble what you have, for a more fulfilling life, or do you stick with what you have and live with pain and strife

THE KINKY POET 

Do dream girls dream

I wonder if you're out there, with the same thoughts inside your head, do you touch yourself and think of me when you're alone in bed

Do you imagine me the way I dream and think of you, do you like me hope like me, that one day, the dreams just might come true

Do I lay next to you, when you're laying in the dark, do I climb out from your thoughts, to ignite your passions spark

Can you feel me me entwined with you, our bodies skin to skin, feel me holding and kissing you, do you feel the love within

I wonder if you dream like me, are your pictures vivid through the night, like real life or just memories, lit up in the moons light

I hope my dream girls out there, I hope she dreams of me, until then I will dream of her and I'll simply wait and see

THE KINKY POET 

Beautiful girl on my phone

Baby take your clothes off, let me see your naked skin, let gaze upon your body, let my eyes just drink you in

Let me see your pretty curves, let my eyes run so wild and free, I dream of you taking sexy pictures and sending them to me

Late at night my phone goes, there's pictures on my phone, pictures of you seductively, posed, to see when I'm alone

Just enough to show yourself, but done with elegance and grace, tastful but so sexy, with a smile upon your face

A special gift just for me, not old pictures from your phone, taken new just for me, by you when you're at home

Each one is a masterpiece, you are like a work of art, I put them in a photo vault, so we're never far apart

I'd take them out to look at you, to feel you're with me in bed, so hopefully I'll dream of you, forming pictures in my head

Oh if only it was true, and my phone received such a wondrous sight, never again would I feel lonely, in my bed at night

Obviously it's a fantasy, to you it's a crazy as it seems, but fantasies are fantasies, and a poet must have his dreams

THE KINKY POET 

Hope to see you soon

When the Sun gives up and slides away, and the moon comes out to play, I go to bed hoping, you'll visit me today

Make myself real comfy, close my sleepy eyes real tight, praying that the Sandman, will visit me tonight

Send me off to our special place, I hope your be waiting there, waiting for me to find you, to make love without a care

To be alone in our special world, where we can be has one, blending ourselves together, until the morning Sun

Hand in hand, face to face, our bodies wrapped in loves embrace, losing myself within your eyes, captivated by your face

So it's time for me to go to sleep, to go look for my special girl, to be with her until the sun comes up, to let our dream unfurl

I can feel myself drifting, babygirl I'm on my way, soon we'll be together, then.we can start
to play

Open up your arms for me, be prepared to take me in, get ready for me to come to you, to let our dream begin

So I wave goodbye to the last gasp of Sun, to see the rising of the moon, I lay there breathing deep and slowly, I hope to see you soon

THE KINKY POET 

The impossible dream

I'd climb the highest mountain, I'd sail the fiercest sea, just to see my babygirl, right in front of me

Fight through a frozen wasteland, crash through torrential rain, just to steal a kiss from her, then go home once again

Trudge across the dessert, fight through a jungle full of vine, fight off all the wild animals, just to make her mine

Go into the darkest cave, slide past the snakes that hiss, risk getting biten, just to share a kiss

Dive in the deepest Ocean, climb a clifftop that's so high, I'd do all these things to see her or at least I know I'd try

Dodging any lightning strike, fight through a full on hurricane, nothing would stop me finding her, just to say her name

Even though I'm paralyzed, and we are still so far apart, I know that's things I'd do for her, I feel it in my heart

THE KINKY POET 

Playtime and control

Come on baby dress up slutty,  be my sexual whore, wear something kinky, skimpish to show off more

Whisper dirty nasty things, let me see you strut about the room, watch you go from Angel to nasty girl, as my desires for you bloom

I want to watch you touch yourself, go to the places we both know, let me watch you stroke yourself, put on for me a show

Sit on the dining table, spread your legs real wide, slowly suck your fingers and guide them deep inside

Cover your hand in pussy juice, offer me a cheeky lick, use your leg to reach across and stroke my throbbing dick

Massage me through my trousers, let your foot just slide, all the time I'm watching you, as your nibble fingers glide

Deep slow grinding thrusts, your fingers brush your clit, you make patterns on your moistened lips, and pull them just a bit

Now I'm very fucking hungry, you still make me wait, you undo your sexy bra, I must wait my fate

You slowly uncup your tits, you grip your nipples hard and tight, I really want to suck them, but you're in charge tonight

You tell me you're my playground, you're my dirty little slut, you bend over the table and you start to slap your butt

You ask "Do you want this Daddy? Do you want your babygirl?" You know by now I'm desperate, has you can plainly tell

You ask me to beg for pussy, you want me to plead for juice, you promise if I ask nicely, your control will be let loose

I ask you in the nicest way, I'm polite I'm almost coy, you smile and pull me onto you, it's time to claim my toy

Tearing my clothes off, we have a quick and rampant fuck, it didn't take long for us both to cum, I can't believe my luck

My babygirl is a vixen, with fire and passion on her soul, to please me and fulfil my needs seems her only goal

She is mine, I am hers, she lives in my heart and head, sadly it's just imagination, the perfect woman, made up from my cripple bed

THE KINKY POET