THE KINKY POET

Ravenous to the core

Hunger surges in me, desire screams from deep inside, I want to throw you on your back and spread your legs real wide

Rip off all your clothing, throw your torn panties on the floor, force myself upon you, take you like a whore

Tell you dirty nasty things, you try to claw my skin and bite, I can easily over power you, you'll never win this fight

Pin you face down on the bed, from behind I'll fuck your crack, hold you roughly by the hair, I pull your head right back

Telling you I own you, you're my playground, my slut, my slave, you were put upon this earth, solely to do the things I crave

I fuck you in every hole, your mouth, your cunt, your bum, pounding like a animal, again I make you cum

You tell me that your bodies mine, to serve me is your aim, I'm really close to cumming and that will end this game

I explode deep inside your ass, until there is no more, when it comes to wanting you, I'm ravenous to the core

We shower kiss and cuddle, I make sure my Subs all clean, we slide under the covers, then in my arms she starts to dream

THE KINKY POET 

Under canvas

Isn't it so beautiful, don't you just love the great outdoors, I know the tents kinda small, just crawl in on all fours

I'll get a campfire started, let's get the coffee on, this is like being in the wildest, in days that have since long gone

Maybe after dinner, we can have some outdoors fun, have sex in the moonlight, until we greet the morning Sun

It would be romantic, I'll just clear the ground of sticks and rock, I will lay on the rough hard ground, you can ride my cock

Naked under the starlight sky, there's no one else around, we can keep warm by the campfire, no one will hear our sounds

We'll be safe from Wildcats, fires scare away the bears, let's get back to nature, just free without a care

You can howl and scream and shout, things we can't do at home, let your inner kink free, let your sex beast roam

I know it's hiding deep inside, the way you muffle the sounds you make, now's the time to get wild, the time is ours to take

Fuck the way you want to, scream, curse and yell, what happens here, stays here, I swear I'd never tell

So throw off your inhibitions, get wild and just be you, fuck me like the animal, to yourself you must be true

Claw me, bite me, devour me, take me like I'm prey, this is why I bought you here, be free and fuck your way

At home you always hold back, I see you keep stuff in reserve, but that's not fair on you at all, satisfaction's what you deserve

Unlock all your passion, whilst we're living in our canvas tent, this is your chance to let yourself go, to feel fulfilled and feel content

I guess now it's up to you, I've said all I've had to say, this time now is just for us, so choose how you want to play

THE KINKY POET 

Doggy style

Let me get behind you, like two dogs fucking in the park, I'll take you with aggression, you'll feel my passions spark

Tucked in nice and tight, my thighs crash against your bum, pounding like a dog in heat, until we get to cum

My hands holding on your hips, so.i can get more thrust, pulling you real tight into me, hard fucking is a must

Or reach forward and get my hand wrapped within your hair, hold it like a set of raines and ride you like a mare

Pounding you from behind, I lean forward to bite your skin, put a finger to your ass and slowly push it in

That's it baby push back hard, I feel your juice run down my leg, I love it when you howl and moan, I love to hear you beg

Beg me to let you cum, you better ask before you do, I try to time the fuck just right, so I can cum with you

You push back as I explode, in your pussy  both our fluids mingle, shuddering to climax and orgasm, our bodies start to tingle

Fucking like a pair of horny dogs, I try my best to please, together we are covered in sex swear and cum, with burns on all our knees

THE KINKY POET 

The birthday gift

Tied down, then blindfolded, plugs inside your ears, you're completely at his mercy, you're filled with excitement tinged with fear

Then you feel the first touch, as the flogger hits your skin, you let out a delightful sigh, oh yes sir, please let the pain begin

Clamps put on your nipples, their grip is hard and tight, pain screaming through you, your pussy moistens with delight

A Wand against your cliterus, you start to thrash and buck, a plug goes into to your ass, you want a cock to suck

You ask Sir nicely, can he put his cock against your lips, you beg him for his shaft, his cum you want to sip

He gives no answer, he pushes his fingers deep inside, you now know he won't do your bidding, but at least you know you tried

Fingers gropping in your cunt, his thumb pushed hard against your clit, orgasms arrive in waves, juices oozes from your slit.

Then you feel hands on your thighs, they stretch your pussy wide, you cry out in ecstasy as a tongue goes deep inside

Just as you realise, that's not your masters tongue, a solid cock is put upon your lips, you know what must be done

He pushes deep inside your throat, with ease and practice you take all, his full shaft slides in deep throat, you feel him rise and fall

Your minds going crazy, who is the mystery tongue, they have such amazing oral skills, again they made you cum

Then there's a position change, there's someone across your face, you feel a pussy on your mouth, your heart begins to race

You push your tongue into her, juices run down across your face, you feel your master enter you, he starts to pound at pace

The guest is grinding in your face, the master fucks you fast, juices running from everywhere, how long can playtime last

Then with a shudder, her cunt is full of her masters cream, the guest soaks your face and hair, its over so it seems

Then your blindfolds taken off, your eyes adjust to light, you're released from your bindings as he wishes you good night

As you reach the playroom door, you hear your master say, I hope you enjoyed your gift my sweet, many Happy returns of the day

Oh my he remembered your birthday, the night was a birthday play, you head off to the shower, that gift has made your day

THE KINKY POET 

Underwear

Men buy pretty underwear, lace panties, matching bra, they say its for they're loved one but from the truth this is quite far

Yes a girl will love the gifts, who wouldn't like a nice surprise, they feel nice when they're wearing them, you can see it in their eyes

Silken cloth against the skin, breasts held nicely in a pretty cup, some designed to make cleavage, all designed to hold them up

They feel delightful under their clothes, it makes feel sexy and quite hot, its their little secret, hiding the sexy undies that they've got

Some are just for play, some are vintage old in style, Basques, corsets, fishnets, are awkward to wear but always look worthwhile

All designed to adorn your body, some with jewels, beads and lace, bought as a gift for them, to out a smile upon their face

But really they are bought for just one thing, I think the truth now should be told, its just to get you nearly naked, for us to look and hold

As much as we say they're a gift for you, ladies that's not strictly true, yes its because we love you, but we want to get you undressed too

THE KINKY POET 

To you all from me

Some are tall, some are short, with sizes in between, some are often caring, all have the capacity to be cruel and mean

You all have a hidden beauty, your friends and lovers see it everyday, whilst your living your daily lives, when at work or play

Everyone of you's a Goddess, Aphrodite or a Queen, some may not believe me but its there in you waiting to be seen

Some worry how they look to the world, how they are perceived, some think they're only here to serve their man and breed

I want to take this poem, use this chance for me to say, you are all so wonderful, I hope you all see today

See you are all amazing, belive when you were made they broke the mould, listen to these compliments, let their truth to told

Accept that you're a work of art, love all your shapes and curves, believe that you're so special and more than mere man deserves

So I hope you read my poem, inside you know it's true, just BE STRONG AND BE BEAUTIFUL, MOST OF ALL BE YOU

THE KINKY POET 

Sex doll

I'll know she'll never leave me, I'm her very special man, no one can take her love away from me, she's my biggest fan

Always waiting for me, she never says no babe not tonight, her legs are always open, she's always moist and tight

Her mouths always open ready waiting for my cock, I just simply slide it in, she's easily kept clean, I just wipe spunk off her chin

Cuddles are different, her arms don't wrap around, the noise is quite off putting, when we fuck, she makes a squeaky sound

But I don't need to use foreplay, romance is not our way, I just put her back into the wardrobe until it's time to play

Sometimes she goes soft and floppy, I just give her a quick few pumps, then she's back to normal, I love her nice and plump

I can take her in the shower, she lets me fuck her up the bum, she never moans or complains how quick I am or how premature I cum

So for me she's the perfect girl, the one who's always there, delivered in a cardboard box, you simply add the air

THE KINKY POET 

The Pagans

The full moon has risen, the witches heed the call, the high Priestess is giving thanks, she spreads blessings on them all

Deep inside the sacred grove, the fires burning bright, she passes them the blessed wine, they're be chanting and song tonight

Sending thanks to Mother Earth, sending love and light in prayer, all of them are skyclad, naked without care

Rituals passed from a long ago, their faith is often shunned, but Pagans are amongst us, if you knew who you would be stunned

Everyday people the same as you and I, living within our modern time, still celebrating the ways of old, to them it is no crime

But a lot of Pagans hide their beliefs, in their hearts the keep and celebrate the old ways, from when our world was Pagan before the Christian days

They go about their daily lives, hiding cleverly in plain sight, they gather to celebrate the seasons, that's why they're here tonight

To give thanks to the Goddess, for each season of the year, these are the celebrations, they attend, that's why they are here

Dancing, chanting, giving thanks, until the ritual ends, then back into the everyday world, to family and their friends

The coven will meet again, at the seasons change and end, you probably know a Pagan, ones probably your friend

In fact I'm sure you know one, or at least you read the stuff he writes, for I am a Pagan, I'm writing in plain sight

THE KINKY POET 

Inspired by a conversation with a person who thought I was a devil worshiper lol

The Rose tinted glasses of love

The Sunshines much brighter, the heat just warms your soul, everything is beautiful, happiness is your goal

People seem much nicer, there's smiles everywhere you look, flowers smell much sweeter, your worlds a romance book

Every song on the radio, is a reminder of your love, it's like they were written about you, they fit just like a glove

Each line is perfect, your heart beats to loves sweet melody, your stomachs full of buttrrflies, your heart is full of glee

Nothing can spoil your day, everything you do goes great, you were meant to be together, joined in love by fate

A simple smile, was the seed, and now you've seen love grow, everydays a special gift, wrapped in a pretty bow

The world seems a better place, when seen through a Rose tinted lense, the magic of being so in love, I hope it never ends

THE KINKY POET 

Oh loves dream, a wish, a desire, a need

Lingerie shop

I'm looking in the window, I take a deep breath and go inside, its the first time I've opened the door, though so many times I've tried

Surrounded by so much pretty underwear, I didn't know where to look, I'd only see this much lingerie, was in a Ann Summers book

Then the lady came from out the back, she could see the blush upon my cheek, she smiled at me so kindly, then asked what items did I seek

I told her I'd met a very special girl, and I wished to buy a gift, she showed me some types of bra, some they made a cleavage as they lift

I told her your size, I peeked inside your push up bra then I checked inside your lacey panties, I hope I didn't go a step to far

She helped me pick out some pretty sets, I chose some lacey Red, Pink and Black, she gave me a gift receipt in case you wanted to bring them back

We picked out suspenders, lacey stocking and fishnets, then she showed me to the nighties, it seemed i wasn't finished shopping yet

Babydolls were retro, she told me they were back in style, we went through all the designs and colours, it took a little while

I left with so many bags of things, pretty lacey outfits for my girl, I hope I get a fashion show, perhaps you do a catwalk and a twirl

Now I'm a regular in the lingerie shop, the owner even knows my name, though I'm quite used to it, the memory remains

The memory of standing there, looking at the lingerie inside, feeling the embarrassment not just going in and how many times I tried

THE KINKY POET