THE KINKY POET

Love on the line

Would you be happy and content with a relationship just online, to never really touch me, but still say you're truly mine

Share our deepest secrets, make love with words from in our head, imagine me touching you, whilst alone inside your bed

Fleeting shared moments, desperate to hear that message tone, your heart beating faster, its your lover on the phone

Sending sexy poetry, describing the things we love to do, if we could somehow cross the void, if I could get to you

Sending little gifts, would you send pics of things you'd wear, outfits for sexual roll play, if only I were there

Little notes throughout the day, chatting late into the night, parting would be so difficult, but the dark is turning light

Distance and circumstance, barriers put up in our way, would you still be interested, if that was the only way to play

Sex through our Internet, a love shared but just online, I'd still be yours, but would it be enough for you, would you still be mine

Sapiosexual lovers, sharing all we can within the brain, with no physical contact, just words, pics and dreams remain

Being a broken poet, I could only offer my hands, my tongue, my heart, would that be enough for you, though we are apart

I wonder will there ever be, a love for this broken poet here online, I guess I'll keep wishing, I guess I'll give it time

Maybe far out in the void, my online lover waits for me, until then I'll write her poems, I guess we're wait and see

THE KINKY POET 

Nature trail

We're in the deepest darkest woods, there's no one else around, this would be the perfect spot, to lay the blanket on the ground

Slowly begin to kiss, our hands mapping both our shapes, its so peaceful here with nature, I love our great escape

Soon we are both naked, I fold my coat behind your head, I should have brought a pillow but I left it on my bed

Kisses rain down upon you, I kiss your lips, your neck and eyes, moving down your body, I'm placed between your thighs

Bird song is everywhere, the Sun glistening through the trees, after sucking on your soft nipples, my heads close to both your knees

Kissing up your inner thigh, your pussy's moist and wet, I slowly spread your petals, but I haven't tasted nectar yet

My mouth goes down on your mound, my tongue runs along your clit, your lift your hips higher, so I go deeper in your slit

As I lap you rise and fall, your juices taste so sweet, licking inside your deliciously pretty Rose, really is a treat

Your hands firmly on my head, you pull me in deeper with each lick, as your orgasm starts to rise in you, now you want my dick

You pull me up your body, then roll me on my back, you straddle yourself across me, rub my cock along your crack

Now you guide me in, your pussy feel so tight, so great, you have slid me deep inside, I've entered heaven's gate

You slowly begin to rise and fall, you decide how deep I go, your pussy sucks along my shaft, I feel my need to cum just grow

I start to push back as you fall, you know this is the sign, you start to get faster, rougher, you tell me, your pussy's mine

Both fucking hard and fast, I have your tits tight in my grasp, your cunt has me in its vice like grip, I'm not sure I'm gonna last

With a huge thrust, I explode, your pussy's full of seed, you've dug your nails into my chest, I watch the scratches bleed

You roll on the blanket next to me, we stare into natures sky, I told you getting back to natures fun, but all you do is sigh

THE KINKY POET

Break me

Come on baby fuck me, break my pussy if you can, give it to me nice and hard, show me you're my man

Tie me down and spread me wide, give me all the cock you've got, ride me like a hurricane, come on give me your hardest shot

Bury me into the mattress, or bend me over your favourite chair, just nail me now hard and fast, take me anywhere

I don't need your romance, just let the foreplay pass, take your cock and ram it in, hell just stick it in my ass

Tonight I'm feeling frisky, seriously fuck please no joke, I really need you on me, I need my body broke

Hard and very forceful, use my body as your playground, turn and twist me anyway, then throw me to the ground

Don't ask to do anything, guide me, drag me by the hair, lead me where you want me  just pull me everywhere

Tonight I don't want any control, let me be your body slave, do all the dirty things you can think of, do all the things you crave

I relinquish myself to you, please break me if you can, show me your darker side, let the demons out the can

Hurt me the way I like, make my orgasms start to flow, do that thing with your tongue, you know just where to go

Leave me destroyed on the floor, covered in your sex and sweat, make me cum again my love, my needs they must be met

No one will here me scream, we're here, we're all alone, tonight is our play night, so put down your fucking phone

You put on the candles, perhaps get us a drink to put us in the mood, shall I put on a outfit or do you want me in the nude

THE KINKY POET 

The Brain Imp

They call me the brain Imp, I want to come and play, let me plant some sexy thoughts, turn you on today

Get you excited, make you twitchy, aroused, damp and wet, make you want to have a fuck or maybe better yet

Get you to touch yourself, perhaps grab a toy for pleasure, put a little pain through your body, or a spank just for good measure

Let me deep into your brain, I'll hunt out your wildest dreams, I'll turn them into reality or to you that's how it seems

Pictures like a film, showing X rated movies in your head, making you to get home from work and climb straight into to bed

You begin to move on your chair, you get that needy ache right down below, you can feel your pussy getting damp, you hope the stain won't show

It's getting hotter in the office, you fear people can see your sexual flush, in your mind I'm fucking you, these thoughts you try to crush

Sadly it's to late for that my dear, you opened up your imaginations door, you let in the brain Imp, now he wants to play some more

So now you're in a damp patch, I'm living in your brain, doing my best to turn you on, until you cum again

THE KINKY POET 

All revved up and no way to blow

There's a burning hunger that grows inside of me, a pent-up needing sexual rage, that my body can't set free

My mind races daily, thoughts paint pictures in my head, I turn them into poetry, I write them from my bed

Poetry of kinky bondage, of love and loss and lust, people sharing secret lives, mostly built on trust

Sharing their bodies, making love naked skin to skin, or sharing fleeting moments made from a lustful sin

I dream of those younger days, when my body was complete, when I could move properly, I had my legs and feet

When my cravings were saited, when my body did as it was told, I was kind of cocky, really brash and bold

Then things changed I lost my legs, I turned into the man I am today, I can dream of making love, but sadly I can't play

So all that desire, the ache that grows so deep inside, still revved up with no way to blow, no matter how I've tried

THE KINKY POET 

Poems from a broken poet

Glimpses into a poets world, the things they write in rhyme, only give you a glimpse of them, so here's a glimpse of mine

Sexual things that I write poems about are often wrote fun, but some are taken from experiences, some things that I have done

Some are just hopes and dreams, wishes from my heart, hoping that I'll find true love and my happiness will start

Vampire poetry, or tales of Knights from the days of old, drinking blood of virgins, of being brave and bold

Kinky dreams and fantasies, things I dreamt about in bed, or fantasies inspired by others, or from ideas within my head

Ideas sparked by conversations, or profile pictures that I've seen, roll play inspired poems, from slave girls to a Royal Queen

I find inspiration from nearly everything I hear or see, the gods may have took my legs but they gave this gift to me

A gift to write fantasies, poems written from my head and heart, it's given me a chance to share who I am, to share with you a part

My poetry gives me hope, whilst stuck broken on my bed, knowing people out there read my ramblings, takes me out from in my head

A part of the guy I am, a small glimpse of this broken poet, I'm so grateful that you read my stuff, I only hope my readers know it

THE KINKY POET 

Frightening or fun

Many things may frighten you, to others they seem fun, some actions might turn you off but make other people cum

Some people might like a burning flame, hot wax or a sharpened knife, to some its erotic, to some its fear and strife

Tied up in a darkened room, sound proofed from those around, some love being able to scream and moan, so no one hears a sound

But to others being locked up in a room, or maybe locked in the boot of a car, is their worst nightmare, a frightening step to far

Some would call it torture, how can this pain and fear be love, to them love is romance, hearts and flowers, the purity of a Dove

But some need a different darker side, the kinky way they play, to them your lifes vanilla, but to them that is ok

They wont judge your needs, but people often say they're strange, because they prefer a different life, things beyond the vanilla range

Most hide who they are, go back to the vanilla look once they've had their play, you may even know a kink, had tea with one today

So let them live their lives the way they choose, you all only get the one, remember because to you it's frightening doesn't mean it can't be fun

THE KINKY POET 

Tough day

Everything's gone wrong today, you've had a long hard day, you're exhausted and had enough, its time to rest and play

You turn on the bath taps, the bubbles start to flow, now you need a glass of wine, to the kitchen you must go

Candles and red wine, soft music and some treats, slipping out your underwear, you test the waters temperature with your feet

You slide into the water, you drift into a dream like state, you pic up your mobile phone, you know you're tempting fate

You look for your poet, he takes you to that special place, where romance gets mixed with lust, his words put a smile across your face

Poetry wrote to send you on adventures, to paint erotic pictures in your mind, images to arouse you, the very kinky sexual kind

So relax take a sip of wine, a great way to end your day, drift off to the poets world, let him in your head to play

He'll take away the stress and strains, he'll help relax your mind, just thumb through his poems, then sexual fantasy's you'll find

THE KINKY POET 

The strangest places

On the top deck of a bus, you're the girl who sucked my cock, people could see your head go down, it was rush hour, Five O'clock

In a public toilet, I got dragged in for a stand up fuck, I'd only known you a short while, I couldn't believe my luck

In the park on a Summers day, you sat across my face, I didn't want us to get caught, so I eat you out with pace

On the back seat of a car, we've been naked in the wood, getting back to nature, the fresh air did us some good

On a plane the mile high club, or in a cinema in the dark back row, or sitting in a private box, at a Broadway show

In a dark dank dungeon, or in front of a cheering crowd, try my best to make you moan and scream, I love it when you're loud

A million different places, I've fucked you in my head, shame they are just fantasies, made up from my bed

But if I could have you anywhere, the place I'd love to start, is held tightly in my arms, deep inside my heart

THE KINKY POET 

The lonely poet

Sadly I'm just a lonely poet, though I dream I'm so much more, from my bed I'm your lover, who rocks you to your core

I'm your dungeon master, you're kept under lock and key, you're there when I want you, to take good care of me

Sometimes I'm your client, you're my dirty little whore, there to be used by me, then tossed onto the floor

Fleeting romantic moments, when I give you all my heart, crying waving at the train station, as off to war I must depart

Your Knight in shinning armour, there to protect you from all foes, becoming my Queens champion as my love for you just grows

A Vampire in a Castle, searching for you his eternal love, gliding through the air at night, searching from above

Tieing you up in bondage, I'm full of desires sexual rage, walking you on a collar, you sleep inside a cage

So many different scenarios, my fantasies are wrote in rhyme, there's only one thing constant, in all of them you're mine

A million ways I try to show love you, one day I hope you'll know it, until then I write my dreams, for I'm the lonely poet

THE KINKY POET