THE KINKY POET

Mine in a rhyme

My words wrap around your body, you flick your eyes side to side, my verbal kisses cover you, you've got no place to hide

From the moment that you started to read, I knew that you were mine, captured by my seductive words, written down in rhyme

Soft kisses on your neck, hands running on your skin, soft, gentle but in control, you're succumbing to my sin

Eager fingers find your tits, nipples harden to my touch, you let out a sigh of pleasure, oh I've missed that sound so much

My mouth suck your nipples hard, pain sends endorphins through your brain, you gasp and compose yourself, then beg me to suck again

Ever moving slowly lower, your pussy's getting wet, you moments from a licking, I'm close but not there yet

You spread wide to let me in, your desires must be fed, you move from your favourite chair, onto your big soft bed

Your hands start to stroke yourself, hungry fingers pass your thong, then pushed into your aching pussy, back where they belong

You push them deep inside yourself, you steady your phone to read, you're at the part where I'm eating you, one of your favourite deeds

Your fingers acting like my tongue, we lap and flick in time, fucking from a distance, sex wrapped up in my rhyme

Your orgasm soaks the bedsheets, you drop your phone onto your bed, fucked by some poetry, I've written in my head

THE KINKY POET 

Erotica through my veins

Laying in bed after surgery, poetry coursing through my vein, erotic dreams of fantasy bursting in my brain

Dreams of lust and passions, with a touch of pleasurable pain, vivid images of sexy woman, running loose inside brain

Tied up, pinned down, their legs are spread so wide, my head between their thighs, my tongue buried deep inside

My hungers getting saited, kinky sex, from in my head, put down in stanzas, put together from my bed

Slowly I'll get better, I'm sure soon the pains will just subside, and I will write out more fantasies, that are growing deep inside

So back into the swing of things, time to fill your minds with lust, poems of kinky sex and bondage, based on deep love and trust

THE KINKY POET 

To my Kinksters 

I'm home and hoping to be back in the saddle soon.

I'm still pretty rough but hopefully soon I'll be ok and writing again. Sending many thanks to you all.

Your support has been wonderful and so heart warming. Sending my love to you all

Love and light and so much thanks

T.K.P XX

Just waiting now, nervous poetry 

UNTOLD DESIRES -SECRETS OF A SEX ADDICT

Your laying in your bed at night, reading erotic poems on your phone, you feel that wanton tingle, good job you're on your own.

By the light of your mobile phone, you see all your sexy curves, you run your hand across your skin, awakening all your nerves

Your skin starts to tingle as your fingers stroke your tits, your nipples harden in your hands, you pinch them both a bit

You let out a little sigh, as the pain, sends endorphins through your brain, you get even wetter as you pinch them once again

Your poet says he wants you, your kiss is the air he breaths, he tells you that you're beautiful, you can feel his wants and needs

Your hand goes down lower, beneath your lace panties your hand slides,  you start to stroke you shaven mound and push yourself inside

Your juices are running wild, you slowly start to thrust, lifting your hips in perfect time, rhythm is a must

In your mind it's your poet, he's in between your open thighs, you lay back on your pillow a slowly close your eyes

It's your poet licking on your clit, he wants to taste your cum, he tells you he adores you, you know you are the one

You feel loved and desired, no man could want you more, you pull off your panties and reach the vibrator in your drawer

You love to hear that gentle hum, you know that you will cum, you put it on your cliterus, and stick your nails into your bum

The wave of a orgasm always comes when you use this toy, proceeded by erotic poetry, supplied by your loving boy.

You soak your bedsheets, you laying saited, on your bed, you may be laying on your own, but I'm in your heart and head

THE KINKY POET

Hey peeps this is to you all. I'm due major surgery Wednesday so I won't be about from Monday night. I just wanted to show my thanks to you all. I'll see you soon.
Love and light
Ron aka THE KINKY POET 

Another scar

Well it's nearly time, to be sent off for a big long sleep, as the spinal surgeon again operates, he goes into me real deep

Another battle scar on my body, proof of a battle won, inside me will be a anti spasm pump, when the surgeons done

A pocket cut into my stomach, then the pump is stuck inside, then hopefully my legs will stay still, like they've simply died

No more leg spasms, to move without hassle or grief, transfers into my chair made easy, a joy beyond belief

No more friction sores, less time for me stuck in bed, a chance to grasp at life again, fulfill the ideas within my head

So bring on the surgeon, I'm now ready for his knife, I'll risk the chance on his table, for a grasp at a brand new life

So I might be away for a while, but I'll be back to write somemore, thank you all for your love and support, and I mean that from my core

Ron aka THE KINKY POET 

Oh the dream of online love. Where being paralyzed means nothing and dreams can take you anywhere 

Enjoy 

Closer at a distance

How can you be so very close, but still be so far away, distance has no meaning, when online we get to chat and play

We can talk as normal, it's as if you were in my empty bed, laying here face to face, our desires being fed

We can share our hopes and dreams in a world we make to choose, a fantasy land of happiness with Sun and skies of Blue

We can be anywhere, on a beach, a ship the moon, we can spend time together anywhere, I just hope and pray that it is soon

I love to hear my message tone, a notification you are here, no matter what the distance, I know that you are near

Holding you across the void, together through space and time, technology brings us closer together in that moment you are mine

Making love across the void, we share ourselves online, tenderness, lust and love, made to be written into to rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Play dates

I love the sound of buttons as pop right off your top, then I get a peak at skin, you know I'll never stop

The sound your zipper makes, as I tear your skirt down to the ground, trashing yet another outfit as we start to play around

My hunger for you is growing, my needs are getting strong, I want you under my control, just where you belong

That only leaves your underwear, my favourite it's black lace, I grab the straps of your bra, my eyes are locked upon your face

You can see I want you, there's such desire in your eyes, your bra comes off with just one yank, to me that's no surprise

Now I'm looking at your body, you are perfect in every way, I want to rip your panties off, I'm taking you today

Ripping your clothes right off, I guess the it is my kink, I guess it's a sort of power trip, or at least that's what I think

Buttons flying everywhere, zippers pulled until their broke, passion fuelled by sexual desire, my flames of lust are stoked

I can't control myself, I'm like a wild man on the hunt, desperate to eat your pussy raw, I'm starving for your cunt

I love the sounds of ripping clothes, it means I don't have to wait, i love it when I get to strip you off, you are my favourite date

THE KINKY POET 

Knight in shinning armour

To be your Knight in shinning armour, to be there to save the day, a chance to be your hero, to chase your dragons far away

To be there with my mighty sword, to protect you with my shield, to battle all your enemies, until they start to yield

To ride along beside you, to be your protector of the night, to make sure you sleep soundly, to make sure all is right

To offer a hand if you stumble, to pick you up if you should fall, to wipe away the tears you weep, for you I'd give my all

To be your Knight, your hero, to protect my damsel in distress, I may love you from a distance but I'm the one who loves you best

So let me be there for you, let me in your heart and head, know that I am with, even though I'm in my bed

My shield is yours for protection, my sword belongs to to you, no matter what your battles you may face, together we're come through

So maiden I'm with you, though we may be miles apart, for I am always thinking of you, you beat inside my heart

THE KINKY POET 

Tell me all your secrets

Tell me all your secrets, Tell me what kinks work just for you, whisper me your desires, I'll make your dreams come true

Give me all your dark desires, tell me the things that make you wet, I will bring your fantasies to life, give you your best dream yet

The more secrets that you share with me, the more real I'll make it feel, give you pleasures in your mind, but make it seem so real

Turn you on with my words, make you feel full of lust and desire, bringing sex to you with my poetry, to make your sexual flames burn higher

Let me bring you your late night ecstasy, make your body ache for sin, get you to start to play with yourself, you want to dip your fingers in

Reading my rhymes when you need relief, I want to make you cum, to write a fuck in stanzas, until your needs are done

So if you want a personal dream, a pleasure that's just your own, tell me your sexual needs, and I'll write you something on my phone

I could be your personal poet, the Mr Sandman who brings your dreams, make you think your getting fucked, or at least that's how it seems

The more I know about you, the more accurate poems I can write, tailored to give you satisfaction, when your in your bed at night

THE KINKY POET 

Baby girl

Climb up on my lap beautiful, give me a little kiss, I love your pretty outfit, no panties is my wish

Let me run my hands on you, I love your curves and bum, that's open slowly, shall we have some fun

God your skin is soft, I love to stroke you slowly there, I love your shaven pussy, it looks gorgeous with no hair

Oh your already damp, do you want to stroke my dick, let me make circles on your clit, I need to take a lick

I push my finger slowly in, I love to hear you sigh, your juices taste so lovely, I offer you a taste, a try

You take off your pretty blouse, then unclipped your bra of lace, you spin around to face me, my heart begins to race

Sucking on your nipples I love to mark your skin, proving that i own you, makes me smile and grin

You are my very sexy girl, you're my special baby girl, no one could love you more, I hope that you can tell

You raise your hips and guide me in, you're moist and wet inside, you reach around my shoulders and slowly start to ride

Deep slow grinding, your hips move hard, deliberate and slow, then you begin to pick up pace as the hunger starts to grow

Pushing up as you roll down, we meet like a sea rushing to the shore, waves getting bigger, as I make you orgasm more

Bodies entwined in ecstasy, a love beyond compare, you begging for my hot cream, fucking wild without a care

Faster harder pushes, you beg please "Sir can I cum" I won't give permission yet, because I'm not nearly done

You begging for sexual release, I'm telling you, your pussy's mine, then I say you can come, as I fill you full of mine

Desires fed, lust saited, we've spent all our sexual power, we hug and kiss for ages, then head off to share a shower

THE KINKY POET