THE KINKY POET

Perfumed thighs

Laying in my dream like state I heard a voice I'd heard before, there stood my gorgous sexual goddess in a retro negligee at my bedroom door

Standing in your black negligee I can see your lingerie of Red frilly lace, I'm transfixed by your beauty, me and the Queen of seduction were staring face to face

My eyes couldn't see enough of your curves, they flew all over you, it was like the first time for me frozen I didn't know just what to do

Kissing every inch of you was now my aim and goal, I was sharing your gorgeous body now I wanted your heart and soul

As I moved between your legs I let out some unexpected sighs, you'd put a dab of your favourite perfume on the inside of your gorgeous thighs

I spread your Rose petals with reverence pure heaven was now insight, your pussy was glistening before me,  beckoning a comforting place to spend the night

Soon we were together like perfect pieces of an erotic puzzles we both fit, my head buried inside your perfumed thighs my tongue inside your slit

I could eat your pussy for hours, starting with the moon ending with the Sun, if like a condemned man I had to choose my last meal, baby you would be my one

THE KINKY POET 

My carnal needs

If I could only touch you, reach out and touch your gorgeous skin, peel you from your sexy lingerie it's how my dreams begin

Slowly stroke your sexy curves, kiss your luscious lips, let our tongues do battle, with curls and flicks and dips

Playing with your gorgeous tits leaving my mark upon each breast, I adore your blush coloured nipple they really are the best

I pull you on top of me I let you take my cock to guide, you rub it on your wet pussy for lubrication before you push me deep inside

Slowly you rise up then you Slowly with a smile you begin to fall, you push yourself forward to make sure you take me all

I reach up and hold your gorgeous tits, your nipples harden straight away, I pull at them playfully I couldn't help but play

Soon you are going fast has you can, you begin to pound me to the bed, faster and faster until I explode, now my carnal needs have just been fed

THE KINKY POET 

Ending of my day

I close my eyes and think of you at the closing of the day, I rest my head hoping I'll dream of us at play

From scenarios and stories, to laying naked face to face, you wearing sexy lingerie of the softest silk and lace

Us kissing with a firey passion our bodies entwined as one, sharing sexual pleasures right through to the morning Sun

You tired up or me tied down, kinky games of pain and pleasure, pictures of you naked, sweet memories I'll always treasure

Me leaving bite marks on your skins, you leaving claws marks on my back, me eating your pussy you taking me in deep till your lips touch my hairy sack

Nipple clamps and butt plugs, floggers made to bite your skin, everything we could ever need for a night of kinky sin

So now it's time to rest my head, I hope you come and play, I really love to dream of you at the ending of my day

THE KINKY POET 

A rough night's sex

With my hand wrapped tightly in your hair I drag you to the floor, I tell you to get on your knees like I've done so many times before

You instantly raise your head, your mouth is opened wide, I push my penis past painted lips and slide my rod inside

You start to suck my throbbing dick you do it at a full on pace, I control you by your hair as I roughly fuck your face

You suck my hard and so very deep my balls bash against your chin, this is just the prelude to a night of forceful sin

Then I push you on all fours I go to enter you from behind, I slide myself into your soft wet hole, the feeling blows my mind

There's no time for gentleness I instantly start to pound, the weight of my thrusts from behind force you to the ground

Your laying on your front, I'm whispering filth into your ear, you try to push back to get all my cock, your grunts and moans I hear

Soon I'm pounding at full pace your begging me to cum, I pull my cock out your pussy and I finish in your bum

Once we are cleaned up you are soon laying lovingly in my arms, the night of rough sex is over now and we're back to our loving charms

THE KINKY POET 

The shoot

In my dreams I saw you shopping for lingerie of lace, I watched you choose it in red, it made my heartbeat race

The lady gave it to you in a little bag, it was adorned with a pretty bow, you smiled as you took the bag, you even stroked it nice and slow

You smiled as you left the shop, knowing the item will bring such pleasure, you giggled at the thought of sending pictures the type of which he'd forever treasure

Sexy pictures of you in lace, would be enough but in red they will blow his mind, its his favourite colour it's his kink of the lacey lingerie kind

You hurry home and shower, you pull on the soft Red lingerie, you reach for your camera, now it's time to play

With each click you grow in confidence, each picture seems sexier than the last, positions and angles change, your shooting now so fast

Soon you've run out of ideas, your creative kinky thoughts are sent, it takes a while for you to decide, which ones will soon be sent

Ron

The Superhero challenge

Ok peeps here's something fun. You get to be a Super hero either a existing one, a nice one, a villain one or even a kink inspired one
You must give the hero a name and a explanation of their powers.

Ok here's one to kick off with

I'm the OrgasmoRon
Super power: my words and touch will induce a knee trembling orgasm to anyone who reads my work or feels my touch

Have a kinktastic weekend people
Love and light
T.K.P

If the nights would last forever

Things in view become darker as my eyes begin to close, I'm drifting off to see you, my Queen, my muse, my Rose

Snuggled in my big warm bed, I hope I get to see you soon, to share some fleeting moments underneath the silvery moon

For in my dreams I'm not a broken poet, I'm just a normal man, capable of all the things an unbroken poet can

Walking together along a Turquoise sandy beach with the sea lapping at our feet, to find ourselves a secluded place, would be a special treat

Sharing the sweetest tender kisses our hands entwined as one, laying close together until we're parted by the Sun

In my dreams you're always close, just thinking of you makes me smile, at night I'm never lonely I have you with me for a while

I wish the nights could last forever, I wish I lived inside my dream, I'd be complete and unbroken and you would be my Queen

THE KINKY POET 

Break the code

I want to send you stanzas filled with naughtiness just to make you smile, lines written to put a wiggle in your step if only for a while

Cheeky words with a kinky twist, to make you think of me, lines of something sexy to set your mind run free

Each stanzas building up the anticipation in your head, catchy words of seduction luring you into this poets bed

Stanzas that spring to mind when you take your morning shower, a smile comes as you pull on red lace, you're due in work within the hour

When you're reading my poetry it weaves some kind of erotic spell, shared across the universe but written in a way just you can tell

Certain words and descriptions are aimed at only you, I can only hope you see them, when you read the poem through

Many people may see themselves which I love and think is fine but I only hope you can break the special code written in each line

THE KINKY POET 

My words will have to do

The Red lace lands for gently as I drop it on the floor, now I've unwrapped the perfect gift I have no need of it anymore

My eyes scan your body, searching all your luscious curves, I'm stunned by your beauty I'm simply lost for words

I swear I heard a fanfare like something that goes with a sort of magicians TA DA, to say I was staring at a Goddess wouldn't be a boast to far

Your gorgeous curves your lovely skin, the glistening stars within your eyes, all painted a stunning masterpiece, I was truly mesmerized

Slowly I run my eyes over you, stopping on certain points along the way, things to keep in my memory, for when I write of you today

You looked like a marble sculpture one done in ancient times, a beauty for the ages, now I must capture you in rhymes

They say a picture paints a thousand words, I'm sure that must be true, sadly I'm.a poet not a painter so my words will have to do

THE KINKY POET 

Words of the Kinky poet

I want to climb inside your head, let me seduce your mind, fill your brain with thoughts and images of the really kinky kind

Let my words ensnare you, let me bind you in poetic rhyme, tie you up with stanzas make you dream that you were mine

Words to spark your hunger, let me make your fires burn, whispering sweet nothings to make your body yearn

Scenarios placed inside your head, hoping to spark a dream, all the things you desire, I'm hoping to make you cream

From the gentle art of seduction to being taken hard by force, all the 50 shades of grey will be mixed in with it of course

Sexy words to make you blush, calm yourself we haven't started yet, once I've finished playing in your mind, you'll find your pussy wet

So when you read my poetry let it nestle in your brain, it will bring you kinky dreams and then you can read them once again

THE KINKY POET