THE KINKY POET

The key turn in the lock

A wild ravenous hunger sweeps over me as I hear your key turn in the lock, I've instantly got a hard on as blood rushes to my once limp cock

Well I was quite shocked I wasn't thinking of anything sexy or remotely rude but now I can hear you coming in I'm desperate to get you nude

You come in and put your stuff down then you see I've that look deep inside my eyes, you slowly unbutton your work shirt and expose your gorgeous thighs

The glimpse of your stocking tops makes heartbeat start to race, soon you're just in your sexy lingerie and we're standing face to face

You reach down to touch my throbbing manhood, I slide my trousers to the floor, I'm so desperate to touch your curves i swear no man's ever wanted more

Soon you are on your knees my cock slides passed your painted lips I control the depths by holding onto your hair, I've got it held in real tight grips

Soon I feel myself cumming so I pull away and lay you on the kitchen table, I kneel down and start eat you, I lick and lap as best as I'm able

Soon you are wanting solid cock, you my tell me you want my cum inside, I stand up and enter your soaking pussy as we slowly start to ride

It didn't take long for me to cum, we both had our fill of passionate play, we're soon showered and sitting having dinner at the table discussing how was each others day

THE KINKY POET 

Love Drug

My desires or wild ravenous hungers to me they're all the same, they both come under the umbrella of the kinky sexual game

Need is need and wants the same as I just can't get enough, I love it when we're getting down and dirty I love it soft and rough

You can pick the position, we can do it your favourite way, tied up or in a outfit as long as I'm getting it today

Wrap your legs around me or sit astride my hungry tongue, just do anything you want with me I just want us both to cum

I'll talk to you really filthy, I say all the nasty things you like to hear, we can even have it in a graveyard especially as Halloween is nearly here

The moment that I wake until the moment I close my eyes, all I think about is getting myself placed in between your gorgeous thighs

Some might say I'm obsessed with you but to me you're just like a drug, I have to have my daily fix of you when my cocks in you nice and snug

THE KINKY POET 

Sneaky play

When you read my stanzas does it produce pictures in your mind, visions of each naughty line, images of a naughty kind

Does it make your heartbeat fast does it put a wiggle in your day, do you get excited enough to find time for a sneaky play

Perhaps when you're alone at home in the dark and your laying on your bed, do the stanzas that you read play movies deep inside your head

Do your fingers go on the hunt for your dampness forming down below, do you close your eyes and have naughty thoughts when your head's on your soft pillow

Do you see a porno movie, do my words direct the things you see, when your getting closer to cumming do you ever think of me

As the moment of orgasm arrives do you imagine your fingers are really mine, do you taste yourself afterwards I bet you taste devine

I really hope when you read my work my desires come across so true, because when I'm writing all this naughtiness I'm always imagining it's for you

THE KINKY POET 

The flashing game

Sitting quietly in my local coffee shop when my jaw dropped to the floor, opposite sat a girl in the shortest skirt who I'd never seen before

I raised my cup slowly to my lips as I drank I took a secret look, she had no interest in me she had her face buried in a book

My god her legs were gorgeous she had the perfect tan, I see she had a ring on her finger I thought somewhere out there's a lucky man

Then she shifted in her seat she crossed her legs she had no underwear, she must of known I was directly opposite was it a show or didn't she really care

Then all of a sudden she lowered her book, shit I was caught red handed staring up her skirt, she raised it a little higher up her leg and winked my god the girls a flirt

Then she said go get me a Latte it's the least I could do now I've had a look, with that she simply lowered her head and continued to read her book

Every morning now we meet for coffee till this day I don't even know her name, every morning I see her pussy I think of it as our secret flashing gane

THE KINKY POET 

Naughty kind

Oh to find the specific girl who would love to send sexy pictures to my phone, a girl who wants me to look at her hungrily when I'm on my own

A secret friend who I've never met, a girl who loves to play online, a special girl with special voyeuristic kinks would truly be devine

One who loved to play dress up, or wore sexy lacey lingerie, one who would send me naughty pics randomly throughout the day

Maybe even video clips of her being naughty whilst she is at work, or movies of her dancing seductively or showing her butt off in a twerk

I'd love her to send me pictures, profiles of her gorgeous smile, little notes and memes to make my work day pass quicker for a while

Teasing messages saying she's bought something new especially for me and when I ask her what it is she simply says I must wait and see

Is that special girl out there, or does she just exist inside my mind, will I ever find that special girl who wants to send pics and movies of the naughty kind

THE KINKY POET

A secluded spot

Let's find  a secluded place I've got s sexual scratch to itch, I know you've got the same feelings I saw your manhood start to twitch

Yes I know we're in a park and there's people all around but surely we can find a spot to lay a picnic blanket on the ground

I'm not wearing any underwear so your access won't be denied, I understand I should wait but I'm really horny, honestly I've tried

But I can't stop thinking of us having sex, I've a ravenous hunger that won't quit, I need you deep inside of me, I've got throbbing in my juicy slit

I'll slide right on top of you so I can always take a look around, I also get to control the pace and the depth as I pound you to the ground

Come on you know you want to you've been teasing me all day, if we're careful we won't get caught, it's time for some kinky outdoors play

Just get yourself inside me, I'm desperate to be full of your creamy seed, we could go over there behind that bush and do exactly what I need

THE KINKY POET 

A empty bed again

Can we do the sort of things I only think about when I'm on my own, the really sleazy kinky things I write about in rhyme on my mobile phone

Things I've never ever tried but the sort of stuff that makes you scream, the mixture of pain and pleasure that always makes you lose your cream

Me eating you hard and fast, your legs spread for me opened wide, my goatee covered in your sex juice as my tongues buried deep inside

The pain of your painted nails as you drag them down my spine, the sighs and moans of carnal pleasure we'd both make would truly be sublime

To hear the low hum as your favourite sex toy runs across your skin, the excitement of watching spit on the tip before you slowly guide it in

Pictures on my phone of the naughty outfit you were wearing a few hours before, I can see it strewn around the room now they've been tossed upon the floor

Oh how I'd love to try all these sexy thoughts that run inside my brain, I guess I better write another piece as I'm still alone in this empty bed again

THE KINKY POET 

The place I want to be

Well you've got me bent over across your knee, my lace panties are on the floor, bring the paddle down on my cheeks then spank my bum until it's sore

Oh how I love the feeling of pain as it makes my body shiver, I love it when it makes me shake, as my pussy starts to quiver

With each stroke it sends sexual endorphins crashing through my brain, I'm bound to get you trousers wet as my juices pour like some sort of kinky rain

Paddles or bare hand or even use a leather flogger on my bum, with every single piece of delicious pain it brings makes me want to cum

Sexual pain brings me pleasure I love it when I'm punished for being bad, knowing that I'm gonna get a spank for any misdemeanors really make me glad

So I go about my busy day pretending I'm doing my best to not get myself caught, knowing I will be found out and my preventative actions will have count for nought

So I'll get myself in trouble again I'm here again bent across your knee, waiting for your naughty girl punishment is truly the place I want to be

THE KINKY POET 

Shitty day at work

Oh its time for naughtiness I really fancy a kinky play, let's get the toys tonight, I've been needed it all day

Sitting at my desk at work only you've been on my brain, I had dirty thoughts running through my mind whilst on my homebound train

I know you're already home you sent a picture of yourself wearing soft Red lace, I couldn't say I ran home off thr train but I certainly walked with pace

The anticipation was building I felt it throbbing down below, I walked with a hand in my pocket making sure the buldge in my trousers didn't show

It seems like ages for the door to open, but once I had got inside, I pinned you against the back of the door and forced your legs to open wide

One hand went down your lace panties my fingers run circles on your slit, my fingers were soon soaking wet from the juices from your slit

After a night of kinky sex on your way to the shower you did a silly twerk, my god I needed a naughty evening and that laugh after my shitty day at work

THE KINKY POET 

Brushing your hair

I sit and gently brush your hair making sure it's all in place, I smile as you pick up the hand mirror and a smile grows across your face

Wrapped in your bathrobe you look comfy and so snug, I pull you up onto my lap and give you a gentle hug

You snuggle yourself in tightly you put your head upon my chest, having you being close to me is the thing I love the best

We share a few kisses I look deeply into your gorgeous eyes, I see such a loving look, I can't help but to release some happy sighs

We chat about each others day I'm glad things went so well for you, I had some small hassles myself but I did what I had to do

I go to the kitchen I come back with two glasses filled with wine, it was the end to a perfect evening I'm so proud that you are mine

I love to treat you like a Queen some would call it aftercare, tenderness after we've had a play just shows how much I care

THE KINKY POET