THE KINKY POET

Your body is my playground

Go put on a sexy lacy outfit, your master wants to play, I'm feeling very horny, so go do as I say

Then come kneel before me, you can start to suck my dick, run you tongue around me, feel me hard and thick

Painted lips of desire, wrapped around my manhood tight, slowly sucking on me, you know how to do it right

Then come sit upon my lap, my fingers are hungry for your cunt, sliding past your panties, for your clit they start to hunt

Moist lips get parted, I make strokes along your pretty slit, running down your tught pussy's lips, fingers pulling at your clit

Juices come oozing from you, my lap gets soaking wet, I begin to finger you slowly but don't you dare cum yet

I own you completely, a playground where I can fuck in every hole and your job is just to please me, that is your single goal

Fingers pushed deep inside, I ram them home so deep, you begin to moan so loud, your wet pussy starts to seep

You pull your skin tight top off so I can suck your ample tits, nipples harden on my tongue, their sucked hard before their bit

I love to bite whilst fucking you, it is your masters mark, to show I've total dominance, the wild animal in me you spark

Now your ready for my cock, which hole will get my seed, you beg me just to fuck you, I love to hear you beg and plead

Over my desk I pin you, panties ripped off with just one pull, your pussy glistening with your juice and I can see you all

Rubbing my cock along your pussy, my cock soaked by your hungry lips, but then I have a change of mind, into your arse it slips

I feel you gasp and tense up, as your arse, takes me all the way, tonight I fancied anal and your master has the final say

Pushing deep, you're pushing back I've a hand across your back, my full length buried into to you, hanging out is just my sack

Finges reached around the front, playing with your clit, I tell you to join in, your hand starts reaching for your slit

Together we finger fuck you, in your playground we're having fun, I pump my cock in much deeper as our fingers make you cum

Orgasm cums in waves of pleasure, you beg me for my seed, I start to fuck you quicker, soon I'm thrusting at full speed

I ask you who owns you, whose playground does this belong too, you throw your head back panting, then words I want come through

"This is your playground master, I belong and serve just you", I hear conviction in your voice, I know these words are true

I begin pounding faster, you juices running down your leg, your asking me to cum in your arse, I love to hear you beg

Then my body trembles, I fill your arse with my creamy seed, exhausted I lay across your back, a moments what I need

I get my breath back slowly, you turn we hug and kiss, saited in that moment, your masters had his wish

To dominate his submissive, on her he stakes his claim, now it's time for aftercare, to show his love again

He leads her to the shower, he cleans her with love and care, then he dries her off so gently, he looks at her lying there

He climbs in bed beside, she lays her head upon his chest, to herself she smiles so slightly, she knows he loves her best

THE KINKY POET 

The high heels of my Mistress

Standing in my bedroom doorway, very late at night, a vision in Black leather and high heels, my beautiful mistress in my sight

Then came that certain sound, it was like heaven knocking on my floor, the clicking of her high heels, no submissive  could ask for more

I switched on my bedroom light, so I could see her in full view, dressed in leather, lace, stockings and high heels, dressed just how I dream of you

You move around my bedroom floor, my hungry eyes track you all the way, click, click go your heels, my mistress wants to play

You get close I dare to grab you quick, I pull you on my bed, I run my hands down your stockings taking care not to pull a thread

There are your Black patent High heels, with the metal tips, I run my hands on the shining leather, I brush them on my lips

Cold leather on my lips, you're a goddess in high heels, I kiss them to your ankles, you love the way it feels

Desired like the Queen you are, I pay my homage at your feet, bowing at your high heels, for a loyal Sub such as I, really is a treat

THE KINKY POET 

The Knights fight

He maybe the Queens champion, but of all the foes he's fought, is the doubt that lives inside his Rose, that haunts her every thought

She questions her worth daily, she doesn't see the Rose he sees, he tries to tell her in his rhymes, but she can't see the wood for trees

She thinks she not worthy, to be the knights pure Rose, though he can see she's amazing, from her head down to her toes

Her beauty shines like the stars, in the darkest night, her eyes brighter than the moon, only dimmed by her own plight

Her kindness warms the Knight on his coldest days, he hopes one day she looks deep within and sees the Rose he prays

Sees her own true worth, scares away her own self doubt, looks into her caring heart and sees what he often writes about

Then she'll understand why he writes, why he wants the world to know, that she is so wonderful, why in rhyming words he tries to show

Then finally she might come into bloom, be all the Rose she can, shake off all her self doubt and belive this poet man

No more worries she's not enough, as she grows towards the Sun, then the poet can rest his pen, on that day his work is done

Until that day he'll fight on, with poetry from his heart, he's ready to fight until she believes, so let the battle start

It might take forever, for her self worth battle to be won, but he'll be there to fight for you to prove you are the one

THE KINKY POET 

The maid

Working from home today, I guess this could be fun, you're wearing a little skirt today, I might get to see your bum

Watching as you move around, doing your daily chores, you look so very sexy as I watch you mopping floors

You ask would I like some tea, you bring it to my desk, I can see your cleavage, I love that skin tight vest

You caught me staring, I blushed and let out a stupid giggle, you laughed and winked, then gave your tits a little jiggle

Wow I'd never been that close to such a luscious pair, you're beautiful and so sexy, I love your smell and hair

I take my tea off you, my fingers brush your skin, who would thought a single touch, would drive my mind to sin

I imagine you are naked, as you scrub and clean the shower, I'm sitting watching you, you have me under a spell with your sexual power

Tits brushing against the showers screen, I can see your silhouette behind the glass, I watch you bend over, I see the shape of your naked arse

Then you pull back the glass, you beckon me inside, I slowly take my clothes off and then we shower then get dried

Looking at your body, you're to pretty just to clean, you should be a model, or at least that's how it seems

I've had a school boy crush on you, from so long ago, far away back when, must be at least six years now, yes I'm sure that I was Ten

Everyday you've been here, you work so hard for me, my dad and mum, even when you're not feeling well, still you always come

You are so very beautiful, I swear you make me drool, I'm glad I've spent the day with you, there's no one as cute as you in school

Oh well I've had my tea, I guess I better read this book, I'll hold it up like I'm reading it, whilst I take one more sneaky look

I know its a school boy crush and you are just our maid, if you only knew of my fantasies and knew of the huge part in which you played

You would realise I'm no longer just a boy, I'm turning into a full grown man, no one could ever love you more, I am your biggest fan

THE KINKY POET 

Necklace of Pearl

Kneeling down before him, moist mouth ready open wide, the Submissive is ready for her master to, take his cock inside

He puts his cock before her, in her hands she cups his balls, she wants to please her master, so she will give her all

Stroking down his hardened shaft, her lips she slowly licks, then she puts him to her awaiting tongue, she gives his head some flicks

Tantalising her master, she runs her tongue along his hardened shaft, she's done this so many times, she's proficient at her craft

Massaging his balls in her hand, she looks her master in the eye, before putting her mouth around, she lets out a little sigh

He feels her mouth surround his cock, he gets harder to the touch, slowly she moves back and forth, his submissive has the lightest touch

Sucking on him slowly, her tongue runs across his throbbing head, ravenous with desire, her masters needs must be fed

He reaches down to hold her by the head, her mouth he starts to fuck, pushing deeper in her throat, he forces her to suck

She gags has he hits the back of her throat, he makes her take him whole, he begins to pound faster, to cum now is he's goal

Faster he pushes in, she sucks his cock real long and deep, juices escape from her lips, down her chin they slowly seep

He his nearly cumming, from her mouth he pulls away, normally she would swallow her masters seed but this is not today

He tells to wank him off, she knows what's about to just unfurl, he empties spunk all down her chest, a Necklace made of Pearl

THE KINKY POET 

Valentine in red lace

Where is my Valentines, the red lace girl, who haunts my dreams, beautiful and sexy, a figment of imagination or that's just how it seems

Her sexy eyes her moist painted lips, skin so soft as Velvet as a Rose, surely she's really out there but where only heaven knows

Beautiful curves, in pretty lace, created like a work of art, not Da Vinci or Michelangelo could improve on you, you've been perfect from the start

To hold you in my arms late at night, to find my sweet Valentine, is a hope and longing i carry, one day i hope you're mine

Wearing red lace for passion, the colour of a  deep Rose red, the lace drapping off your sexy curves, your laying seductive in my bed

I kiss your pretty painted lips, my hand slides between your thighs, your moist bodies ready for me, there's desire within your eyes

You spread yourself for me, you're wet and you opened wide, I slowly climb on top of you, I guide myself inside

Our bodies become entwined as one, like a sculptor working clay, blended in sexual harmony, we match in every way

My body crashes on you, like wild waves upon a shore, building up to ecstasy, I hear you cry for more

Kisses rain down on you, I can see the love etched on your face, you dig your nails into me, my sign to pick up pace

Orgasm after orgasm, juices running wild and free, soaked in your desire, like I'm swimming in your sexual sea

Pounding you even faster, I'm so close I'm almost done, we've shared a night of passion, I cum with the morning Sun

My Valentine dressed in the redest lace, you are left saited laying on my bed, then my eyes open again I'm all alone, we've had sex inside my head

My Valentine girl who haunts my dreams, tonight you wore red lace, I only wish I knew you were real and not just gone without a trace

But I know you'll return to me soon, back into my dreams you'll creep and we'll make love again another night, the instant that I sleep

THE KINKY POET 

The Valentine poet and the Rose

Rose If you listen carefully my heart beats out your name, no mater how far we are apart, it always beats the same

You are the air that fills my lungs, without you a can't breath, Rose you are my special life-force, on this you can believe

Sweet Rose you are always on my mind, I carry forever in my heart, no matter what the distance my love won't fall apart

Even when I'm sleeping, in my dreams you're there at night, snuggling and kissing, the perfect Rose wrapped in my arms so tight

I know that my Rose is busy, time to read poems hard to find, I hope she gets fleeting moments, to read my poems of the supportive kind

But remember this my perfect Rose, you are this Knight poets secret Valentine, every minute of every day, i write of you in rhyme

So no matter where you are today, there's one thing that is true, out there in the universe, there's a poet who'll always care for you

A poet who tries so hard to find the words, who desperately tries to make you see, no one could ever care for you more and that the poets me

THE KINKY POET 

So many outfits and scenarios

So many sexy outfits which one do you choose, I you pick a certain one, my heart to you I'll lose

Sexy little school girl, or a full body suit of red lace, you dressed in anything makes my poor heart race

The outfits that I've seen you in really turned me on, I'll be looking at your pictures, the moment that you're gone

Laying in my bed at night or even through the day, I love to look at you and dream of us at play

Silky retro negligee, in the cutest shade of pink, or leather edged in lace, makes me start to think

Scenarios of us roll playing, your a little on my knee, you giving me your maiden hood, saved especially for me

You tied up and helpless, whilst wear leather edged with lace, me taking you by force, the look of submission on your face

Maybe trying other outfits could really be quite fun, Princess leia as a slave girl, perhaps a sexy nun

Maybe have you in a collar, take you out for a little walk, control you in such a manner, I'd tell you when to talk

All of these sound fantastic, but the favourite in my head, would you to be naked, laying in my bed

Feeling all your curves, from below to high above, kissing every inch of you, would be the thing I'd love

So many different sexy visual stimulants, each night a different game, no wonder I can't sleep at night, I've got you inside my brain

Sexy and seductive, by Highness you're my Queen, I can't wait to make love to you, even though its just a dream

THE KINKY POET 

The Rose and the mirror

Standing at the mirror, trying to see the perfect Rose I see, she looked hard at her reflection, to find the Rose that she is to me

She could only see her flaws, the tracks from the tears she'd wept, she couldn't see the girl I saw, or how into my heart she crept

She couldn't see her inner beauty, or understand why I would fall in love, she just saw the empty shell and not the Angel from above

She couldn't see her perfect petals, staring in the reflection of her face, no idea of her beauty, which made my poor heart race

I pray one day she's see her worth, I hope she finally knows, how wonderful she is to me, the girl I call the Rose

So each time you catch your reflection do one thing i plea, say these words I'm sending you, just do this thing for me

Look deep into the mirror, breath deep and count to Three then say BE STRONG AND BE BEAUTIFUL BUT MOST OF ALL BE ME

THE KINKY POET 

Talking her round

Him:  Baby you know I love you, I've told you, you're one, we've been together ages, let me stick it in your bum

Her:  You know I've never done that, it might really hurt, you say that you love me but I know you are a flirt

Him:  Come on baby you know its only play, I truly only love you, so how about some anal, we alone at home today

Her:  Why do we have to do it, your big cock might cause me pain,  why are you asking me this desire once again

Him: Baby it would prove you love me, it would be like a sacred bond, proving that your serious about me, not that you're simply fond

Her: Promise you'll be gentle, and you mustn't tell your friend, if any body finds out, our love will have to end

Him: Baby I'll be gentle just let me slide the tip just in, it will be our secret, I promise i won't tell him

Her: I'm gonna let you take me, just slowly guide it in, i can't believe we're doing it, this is a sexual sin

Him: Baby it's normal now, girls love it up their bum, it's really quite enjoyable, it might even make you cum

Her: ok this is because I love you, go on push it up my bum, you say its enjoyable and it might make me cum

Him: Here we go my babygirl, see it don't hurt that bad, you sound like you're loving it, I bet you're kind of glad

Her: Oh my god I love it, I love you cock up inside my bum, ride me baby ride me, oh god you'll make me cum

Him: See baby I told you that you'd like it, to me you've proved your love, now bend over a little further so I can fuck you from above

Him: YES

THE KINKY POET