THE KINKY POET

Never drop a petal

You are so perfect the archetypal Rose, your beauty's there for all to see, every petal of crimson Velvet, the perfect Rose to me

Soft sensual curves, you stand with style and grace, elegance personified, with each and every petal in it's place

With such pretty petals, no great artist could do much more, they could not paint you more perfect, you are a Angel to the the core

So never let anyone steal your sun, push through their cloudy skies, always have belief in yourself, ignore their hateful lies

People only pull you down, because they can see you're way up high above, jealousy over comes them, so they spread hate instead of love

They will say nasty words, at your petals they will grab and pull, just rise above them, be strong don't let your petals fall

Hold on to your inner strength, see the Rose growing In front of me, the most beautiful and perfect girl, who in my dreams I hope to see

So never listen to them,  but sadly evil people just won't stop, never let them stunt your growth, never let a single petal drop

Be strong and be beautiful, you are the perfect Rose to me, show them who you truly are and watch the haters flee

THE KINKY POET 

BLACK LEATHER AND LACE

Laying there seductive, all dressed in Black leather and Lace, a vision of loveliness, a sexy look upon her face

Leather shinning brightly, the Lace laying soft upon your skin, erotically arousing my mind is full of sin

In my mind I am there my hands run across, your every curve, my god you look so beautiful, much more than I deserve

Your pretty smile looking at me, my hands run down your hips, I see a glint in your eyes, as you slowly lick your lips

A act of seduction, my desires fires rage, as my heart beats through my chest, in all the dreams I've had of you this one is the best

We kiss and I pull you close, I feel Lace and Leather brush my skin, I'm kissing you along the neck, let our night of sex begin

Slowly I take off your outfit, it most certainly did its trick, I'm laying next to you with a hard and throbbing dick

You take me in your mouth, along my shaft you run your tongue, I love it when you suck my dick, though it's makes me want to cum

I eat your pussy as you suck my dick, the perfect sixty nine, you juices run into my mouth, you really taste devine

Then I turn to face you, I guide myself slowly deep inside, slow deep penetration, as your pussy I start ride

You wrap your legs around me, your nails run down my spine, this makes step up a gear, I know it's nearly time

Pounding you on your bed, you moan and call my name, we are lost in the throws of passion and orgasm is our aim

Faster, deeper and harder, we are both about to cum, your legs now over my shoulders, my hands tight on your bum

With one more thrust, we both cum, I fill you with my seed, saited and exhausted, we've both filled our sexual need

What a wonderous evening, you looked so hot in Black Leather and in Lace, now it's crumpled on the floor all strewn about the place

Snuggled up afterwards, you have a satisfied look upon your face, such a magic evening, ended wrapped in your embrace

THE KINKY POET 

Nestled

I want to be snuggled up with you, right between your thighs, so close to your pussy, I can taste its sweet surprise

Feel your thighs upon my cheeks, as my lips kiss your shaven mound, legs wrapped around my ears, so I can't hear a sound

Heat generated by you makes my face turn a shade of red, your hands holding me tight inside, your fingers pressed into my head

The gentle sway of your hips, as you rise and fall, my tongue dipping in and out, I get to eat and taste you all

Juices running out of you, I feel it on my bristled chin, your nectar tastes delicious, a mix of love and sin

My hands grasped on your hips, I try to control your speed, but there's little chance of doing that, you take just what you need

Nestled in between your thighs, is the place I love to be, to be eating out your soft moist pussy, would be a dream for me

So spread your legs my darling, let me get nestled in just right, I'll make you cum so hard my love, let me pleasure you tonight

THE KINKY POET 

No panties in the office

Walking around the office your at your normal day, but something is different, but what a could not say

On the phone, on the net, your work is nearly done, but in your eyes there's a twinkle, surely work can't be that fun

Your new dress looks very pretty, it clings so smooth and sleek, then I realised no pantie line, now I must get a peak

I move my chair slightly, your legs are in full view, now all I got to do is wait and I might get a look at you

You shift around in your seat, your skirt is riding up, it slides up even higher as you reach for your coffee cup

Then you catch me watching, my face is blushed and pink, you slowly raise your skirt up, you give a cheeky wink

Then you slowly spread your legs, I can't believe my eyes, there is your shaven pussy, nestled between your soft and sexy thighs

I cannot stop staring, my mouth drops open wide, as you pull your lips slightly apart, so I can see inside

Pretty pink, with a tiny hood, your pierced above the clit, now I'm mesmerized by you, I can't get enough of it

No panties was really hot enough, the very thought had made my day, but now you've flashed your pussy, I really want to play

But I'm just a office junior and you're my company boss, do I risk my career for more, or leave it as a loss

You tell me to lock the door, you say today your pussy's mine would I like to stay on late and earn some overtime

Pounding the boss on her desk, now our work is done, this wasn't the raise I hoped for, but at least we got to cum

THE KINKY POET 

Video on my phone

The scene opens with you laying on your big white bed, looking all seductive, wearing lace of the deepest Red

With the camera in one hand, you pan down your body slow, taking time at your erotic points, the parts you want to show

Your hand running across your body, over the lace I see it skim, stroking at pierced nipples, your eyes are full of sin

Slowly you slide out your arms, your tits from their cups and free, you run the camera past them, the perfect view for me

Pinching at your nipples I hear you start to sigh and moan, this is such a sexy video, sent to my mobile phone

Then the camera traces your hand, as lower you start to go, sliding under lace panties, as I watch your hunger grow

Fingers move under lace, but I can't really clearly see, then you pull them off with a yank, your pussy's there for me

Glistening in the lamp light, that sits close to your bed, shows me how wet you are, my sexy vision dressed in red

Fingers buried deep inside, I watch them twist and thrust, then I hear you say my name, for me this is a must

You reach for your vibrator, it is your favourite toy, you wet it then you guide it in, its throb brings you such joy

Close ups of it on your clit, I want to watch you cum, you slide it out your pussy, you stroke on your bum

The excitement was mounting, but the camera you held still, pumping the vibrator deeper, you've nearly had your fill

Breathing getting faster, you start writhe around, moaning getting louder, you drown out the humming sound

Close up tight to your cunt, I watch as your juices flow, thank you for the video, it really was an amazing show

I'll keep it locked safe and sound, so when I'm on my own, I can watch you cumming on my mobile phone

THE KINKY POET 

Footsie

We are at your mother's house, we've all just sat down to eat, you decided it was about time, we all should really meet

Chatting at the table, I felt a foot rub up my shin, I shot a look across at you, that said, this is no time for sin

Still it went higher, it ran up across my inner thigh, I couldn't stop my hard on and I didn't want to try

Feeling your foot stroke my cock, you made me get so hot, whilst your parents were grilling me about the prospects that I've got

Trying to keep an interest, when I was desperate just to fuck, telling your mum her cookings great and how much I enjoyed the duck

I put my hand under the table, a huge shock what I found, it wasn't a stocking clad foot, messing with my mound

It was just a naked foot, trying to make me hard and cum, then the shock hit me hard, this foot belonged to mum

Your mum was stroking my cock with her foot, I pushed her foot away, as much as she's cute for her age, this was no time to play

After dinner I offered to help clear away and wash the plates, me and her mum was in the kitchen, I knew was tempting fate

The moment the kitchen door was closed, she smiled and turned to me, she slowly got my dick out, and slid down on one knee

What a amazing blow job, I know she was my girlfriends mum but my cock was hard, my brain was dead, I just had to cum

After it was finished we all sat down for cake and tea, everytime I caught her mothers eye, she'd simply winked at me

We left and got in the car, my girlfriend said how well I'd done, how her parents liked me, especially her mum

THE KINKY POET 

Incognito

Many hide behind a avatar, you don't know who they really are, it may give a simple clue but your guess is wide and far

Reasons for their secrecy, may come from deep inside, personal and private, hurt by the tears they've shed and cried

Some may give the answer, their avatar may hold the clue, it may even look like them, a likeness fair and true

Some have clever names, with a clue that that hides inside, where others are impossible, so a guess no one has tried

Covid is a great excuse, if someone had dared to ask, they say sorry I can't reveal myself, I have to wear this mask

A million different reasons, it may have to do with their private life, or just to stop people asking questions, just to stop the strife

Me I just didn't hide anything, my name and face, is there for all to see, I'm hiding in plain sight, yep its really me

THE KINKY POET 

Broken

My mind is so active, I write poems all the time, tales of sex, love and bondage but sadly they're not mine

Of making love for hour's with a manhood hard and strong the way my life used to be, before my spine went wrong

When I was fully functional, when I was fully in my prime, I look back and sigh now, that was such a better time

I could do anything with you, play sex games in my bed, now they are just fantasies or dreams made in my head

So now I'm left with just my hands and a wicked tongue, slide yourself across my face, I'm sure I'd make you cum

But I hope when you read my poetry, you might get moist and wet, being the broken poet, it's the closest I will get

Laying so far away from you, though I'm hiding deep inside your head, trying to arouse you, whilst you read in bed

Poetry designed to make you moist, make you wiggle in your chair, so you think of me though you know I'm just not there

Though my bodies broken, my heart and mind is strong, soon I'll send more sexy poetry, to help your day along

THE KINKY POET 

Wading through the thorns

Legs scratched and battered, the poet wades throughout the thorns, looking for his special Rose, he's down and all Forlorn

Thorns biting at his skin, blood runs down his leg, from other Roses grabbing at him, for his attention they all beg

He pushes his way through them, none of them compare, to the Rose he is looking for, but where she is he knows not where

Looking high and stooping low, he longs to find his Rose, has she been plucked by another poet, only heaven knows

Has he come to late, has the  poet Knight lost the chance for love, he hangs his head in disappointment, he wipes his eyes with a tear stained glove

He continues trudging forward, his heart for sure was broke, then in whisper from a distance, through the wind he heard her spoke

Following her on the wind, to a clearing he arrived, there stood his perfect Rose, she could see that he had cried

With the softest of petals, she wiped away his tears, he swore he'd never leave her side, they'd be together years and years

Then his eyes opened, they blood was from many battles fought, he was alone again, muddy and distraught

He was dreaming of his Rose again, she is the Sunlight in his day, soon he hopes to find her, with her he wants to stay

But there are many battles to be won, before the poet Knight is free, he battles from his crippled bed because the poet Knight is me

THE KINKY POET 

The clit Imp

When your sleeping late at night, he appears at the bottom of your bed, lifting up your duvet, the clit Imp wants to be fed

Creeping under cover, he starts by kissing on your toe, he doesn't want to wake you yet, so ever gently he must go

His forked tongue flicks as he moves up to your sexy calf, he kisses and he nibbles at you, in your sleep you sort of laugh

He knows you are stirring, in some sex dream you feel him there, he moves further up your leg, if you wake now he don't care

Nibbling at your inner leg, you slowly open up your thighs, you are being tongued whilst in your sleep, he loves to hear you sigh

At last he's found what he was looking for, your pussy's come in view, he gently parts your petals, his tongue knows what to do

Licking, flicking pulling, his forked tongue lashes at your clit, you stir and put your hand down, you start playing with your slit

His tongue entwined with your fingers, still half asleep you start to play, you begin to get yourself turned on, what a way to start your day

One hand on your moist pussy, the other stroking at your ample tits, nipples getting harder, warm juice running from your slit

Faster forever faster, deep inside your fingers do their work, you begin to moan and groan, as your body starts to shudder and to jerk

Orgasm washes over you, but what of the clit Imp inside your bed, he's job done now over, he's back tucked inside your head

He was just there to warm you up, to excite you in your dream, to get you wet and ready, to make you want to cream

So until you need him next time, the clit Imp has simply gone, he knows he'll get called on upon real soon, he knows it won't be long

THE KINKY POET