THE KINKY POET

Time to pay the piper

So you think you can say what you like, do however you may choose, sadly you're mistaken girl, this time you're gonna lose

So get on your knee's before, look down upon the floor, whilst I decide a punishment for your masters naughty whore

Shall I tie you up and leave you, hanging in your cell, or put you in the stocks to sit, so upon your mistakes you'll dwell

Nipple clamps and butt plugs, no that sounds like to much fun, this will take some consideration, be cause of what you done

So I will start with a punishment whilst I try to think, get across my knee now girl, as he gives her a cheeky wink

I lift up her little Tartan skirt, a smile runs across my face, she's wearing frilly panties, that are edged in pink lace

Now I have a dilemma, I'm supposed to be in charge, but now I've seen your panties, my cock is growing large

Trying to keep my mind on task, I must focus on your bum, I raise my hand to spank you but now I want to cum

I roll her off my knee's she gets back into a submissive pose, she slowly undoes my fly, it's like she already knows

My manhood stands hard and tall, she looks up into my eyes, she lowers her head and takes me in, i release a whimpered sigh

Hands wrapped in braided her hair I slowly begin to thrust, pushing until she starts to gag, for me it is a must

Soon she is sucking hard, I feel I'm gonna start to cum, I pull out and bend her over, I shoot across her bum

Lacey panties ruined, they covered in my sexual seed, white cream on pretty pink, a lovely blend indeed

I pull her up we are eye to eye, I whisper in her ear, don't think I've forgot your punishment, I want to make that clear

She turns away once out of reach, she turns and gives a smile, I wonder if she'll ever learn but I love her cheeky style

The Kinky Poet 

The Poet, the Muse.....The secret

I guess some are wondering about the Muse I call the Rose, sadly its a secret, and I'm the only one who knows

There are hidden clues laying deep inside my rhyme, to tell her she is beautiful and I wish that she was mine

When you read the poems, do you see a part of you, a stanza that makes you think, are you my Rose so true

Do you read the messages, hidden to try to make you smile, if you do, I am pleased and my poems are worthwhile

Somewhere in the great beyond, I pray they find my muse, I hope she sees the message's and they're clear and not confused

If you read between the lines, my true Rose I hope you find, the Muse who inspires, the poems hidden in my mind

So guess away, you may even ask, are you my muse, my one, you'll never get your answer, to tease is so much fun

But I hope all you ladies smile, at all the stuff a write at night, I hope my Rose breaks the code, I hope she gets it right

So when she reads the Rose series, she feels me in her heart, dedicated to my muse, my poetess, its been you from the start

The Kinky Poet 

Deepest Red

The colour of pure passion, that of the deepest Red, brings to mind, a single Rose, that grows inside my head

Firey, hot and beautiful, her petals red like burning flames, searing hot and stunning, a Rose by another name

My Muse, my inspiration, the list of superlatives, just won't end, she is so very special, this Rose I call my friend

Just a simple thought of her my heart begins to race, she fills me with a million words, my pulse just picks up pace

Stanza after stanza, words leap onto this poets page, I must get them written down, I'm like a Tiger in a cage

Trapped with a million words, on how you make me feel, though you are so far away, the words I write are real

Words of support, kindness and some tell of a underlined desire, as my Rose grows taller, my admiration for her climbs higher

You've grown through your personal weeds, you've cleared your flower bed, now your free to blossom, my Rose of deepest Red

The Kinky Poet 

When you reach full bloom

Pushing through the entangled weed, the Rose struggled to find the room, with the crushing weight of weeds and vines, she couldn't start to bloom.

Then along came the poet, with words as sharp as knives, he cut away the weeds of doubt and gave her back her life

Free from entanglement, she stood up straight and tall, the poet helped in anyway, to the Rose he gave his all

He made sure she was watered, she was sheltered from the cold, he cleared the last weeds away, she grew up strong and bold

She saw no more cloudy days, she just basked in his loves Sun, he told her she was so beautiful, she knew she was the One

That One very special Rose, who's beauty was beyond compare, nutured into Rose like Goddess, by the poets love and care

Her petals as soft as Velvet, they glisten in the morning dew, she is so very special, of which they're are so few

I'm such a lucky poet, to find this wonderous Rose, I'll try my best to help her, I only hope she knows

I can sit and watch her, now she has the space and room, to grow on to be the greatest Rose, when her beauty has reached  full bloom

The Kinky Poet 

Word fuck

Do you want to play with me far across the Internet, get yourself comfy, we haven't started yet

The game is called word fuck, its sex inside our heads, fucking without touching, whilst miles apart in separate beds

We start off with teasing so you get nice and wet, you tell me secrets, so I'm as hard as I can get

Then I'll tell you what to do, like stroke your tits and bum, you tell me to wank myself, until we get to cum

It's all about word play, a Sapiosexual kind of thing, intimate descriptions, and the sensations they can bring

You can use some sex toys, just tell me when you're moist damp, if you've got a butt plug in, or using a nipple clamp

It's a form of Textual intercourse, fucking whilst online, me and you together, no rush we'll take our time

Get each other to the edge, both to reach orgasm, is the final aim, cumming hard together, will end the fucking game

We spend time swopping pleasantries, checking we both had lots of fun, then with a kiss we separate, our connection will be done

So if you fancy playing word fuck, just drop the boy a line, we can organise a day, we can put aside some time

The Kinky Poet 

The taste

I wonder what you taste like, i guess inside my head, i imagine that it's Peach flavoured, when dreaming in my bed

I bet it tastes like heaven, like a very special wine, delicious to run around my tongue, I'm sure it is devine

Slowly dripping from your pussy, I'd love to take a sip, or collect it from my fingers, once they've had a little dip

I'm sure juice from my fingers, would taste superb of course but I'd rather go down on you and take it from its source

Maybe it tastes like Strawberry or a delicious fresh whipped cream, I can only guess from here, only imagine in a dream

I only know one thing for sure, I'd never eat in haste, I'd take my time enjoying you, no drop would go to waste

So whatever real flavour that you are, I hope you tell me straight, because I'll never taste you by some cruel twist of fate

Your are many miles away, you just walk amongst my dreams, destined to a mind fuck or that's just how it seems

So please do me a favor, next time you're getting wet and hot, taste your pussy's juice for me, let me know the taste you got

The Kinky Poet 

Pussy selfie

Today I have a task for you, if you're brave enough to play, follow my instructions, just do the things I say

I want to see your pussy Close up, so spread your legs real wide, take a pussy selfie, so I can see inside

Let me see your petals, so pretty and quite pink, let me feel I'm Close enough, that I could have a drink

A soft shaven pretty mound, that I'm close enough to kiss, let me see each pretty fold, inside would be my wish

See your pussy glistening, to glance upon your hood, to see your clit just showing, i bet you taste so good

Looking at your pretty pussy, as if I had my head between your thighs, makes me feel so hungry, I let out some tiny sighs

Because even though its close enough, your pussy I could lick, in truth its many miles away and this is just a pic

The Kinky Poet 

Panty check

I want to check your panties, I want to see your cum, I'd like to see your soaked gusset once my poems done

See you seeping through the lace, a damp patch I need to see, produced by my dirty words, especially for me

Soaked where you played with yourself, sitting on your seat, reading of your holes I'd fill, if we ever meet

I'm glad you dont take them off, I love to see the stain, remnants of your pussy's juice, where it poured like rain

Silk panties, lace panties or the everyday ones you wear, as long as they’re nice and damp, I'll know that I've been there

So when your alone today, or maybe in a crowd, take the time to read my thoughts, in your head but not out loud

Then you'll feel the dampness start, you'll need a panty check, you will feel me fucking you and placing kisses on your neck

So as your shifting in your seat, or twitching in your bed, it's me I've come to turn you on, I'm playing in your head

The Kinky Poet 

Time to part

Would you say the words I love you, if it wasn't so, Would you pretend to care for me, out on some kind of loyal show

Hold my hand in public, kiss me tenderly on the cheek, though we've both been arguing and hadn't spoken for a week

Play the game of couples, when you wanted to be free, just because you didn't have the courage or the nerve, just to talk to me

How long would you drag it out, before you let it finally die, would you explain your reasons, would you even try

Sitting in our living room, we might as well be both alone, me watching t.v., whilst you're playing on your mobile phone

When did the love die, or did we just let it slip away, we should get this finished, it's time we each went a separate way

You deserve real happiness, I'm sure for me I want that too, so now I got to tell you, I'm not  in love with you

I don't know where it all went wrong, I don't want to make you cry, I know we're not happy, so I guess this is goodbye

I hope you find true happiness, I do with all my heart, so I'm leaving now forever, it's time for us to part

The Kinky Poet

Plain white shirt

Such a normal item, people wear them everyday, office types, lawyers and doctors, at work, at rest and play

Then the time it changes, when erotic desires fill my head, is the thought of you wearing one sitting on your bed

Unbuttoned to the naval, your skin so pale and white, glimpses of your nipples, a sight of pure delight

I wonder what it would look like, if you'd undone some more, or how sexy would it be, if you showed a little more

Perhaps if it was fully open, just draped across your skin, I could see more of you, oh now my minds run off to sin

I could slide my hands inside it, wrap my arms around your waist, pull you slowly towards me, your lips I want to taste

Run my hands across you, feeling every sexy part, to stroke your lovely body, to feel your racing heart

Take hold the shirt quite gently, I need to see much more, I take it off your shoulders and slide it to the floor

We make love with a passion, with a intention rarely seen, clawing, biting fucking hard, its an animalistic scene

Desires taken over, wild firey passion has control, caught up in this sexual union, tonight romance has lost its soul

A hunger, in need, both ravenous, we both take the things we need, allowing our sexual demons out, it's time to let them feed

Saited and exhausted, both fed we need no more, I glance down at the White Cotton shirt, now crumpled on the floor

Who knew that such passion, could hide beneath a plain White shirt, I guess it depends on whose wearing it, my sexy little flirt

The Kinky Poet