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 

The toy

Its late at night you're all alone, I need comes to your mind, it isn't for sweets or chocolate, its of a sexual kind

You first try to ignore it, its late and time to go to sleep, but it quietly gnaws at you, you feel this need so deep

There's only one thing for it, only one thing you can do, reaching for your toy box that's always close to you

Out comes the toy you love, he never fails to hit the spot, he's big, sleek and sexy, you use him quite a lot

You love to hear his dulcet tones, as he starts to throb and hum, you get him wet with your spit, by now you want to cum

Running him across your mouth, you give him a sensual lick, you plunge him deep inside yourself, your favourite rubber dick

Gliding him back and forth, your hips move keeping perfect time, he is your favourite go to toy, you think he is devine

Reaching all the spots you need, with speeds from one to ten, guaranteed to make you cum real hard, then he'll make you cum again

He loves you undeniably, he comes with no baggage or mans needs, you can put him away after, to treat just as you please

Hell he is better than any man, he's always ready for a fuck, no chatting or dating bullshit, you can't believe your luck

Constantly hard and ready no need to put on make up or go change, he only need fresh batteries, in minutes they are changed

So sorry boys you're out of luck, you'll never replace her favourite toy, alwsys so dependable, he is her only boy

THE KINKY POET 

Uniforms

Knee socks, a tartan skirt, a blouse of see through White, pink frilly panties its, school girl fun tonight

Dressed as Princess leia dressed up as Jabbas slave, that sexy gold bikini look, is a desire that i crave

Maybe a police officer, babe you can take me off to jail, if you're wearing sexy stockings, I'll follow without fail

Maybe dressed up as a very sexy nurse, flashing sexy undies beneath her dress, a glimpses of her lacey undies, they simply are the best

Or a sexy fire woman, with a helmet and her hose, where my love of outfits comes, only heaven knows

Maybe as a French maid, pretty in Back with white lace, bending over with no panties as you dust about the place

Even dressed as her Highness, a Queen upon her throne, so regal and sexy, I want her pictures on my phone

I just love to play dress up, I guess outfits turn me on, so go off to your wardrobe babe, hurry put one on

Visuals are my favourite thing, I love it when you dress up to play, you just pick the time and place, I'll be there that day

THE KINKY POET 

Turning tables

Yes your Royal Highness, you normally have all the powers, tonight's it will be different, for at least a couple of hours

I'm going to tie you up and have my wicked way with you, you'll be restrained real tight, they'll be nothing your Highness can do

Arms tied high above your royal crown , regal legs spread and tied, allowing me full access, so on this night I will decide

I'll choose the play toys we'll use, I'll pick out the my favourite plug, one that's not so big, it won't fit you nice and snug

Toys from your own collection, the ones you use when you're in charge, a hundred different dildos, ranging from quite small to large

Her Highness will have no control, I bet just the thought would make her twitch, from Dominant to Submissive, this is the time to switch

The poet as your Dom master, but only in his words of rhyme, her Highness as his own Submissive but only in dream time

THE KINKY POET