THE KINKY POET

Pussy shave

Slide out your red lacy panties and leave them over there, it's time for your inspection you best have no pussy hair

You know how your master likes it, she must always be kept so smooth, ready to entertain me whenever I feel like playing in your lovely groove

Now stand still before me let me take a closer look, it should be done absolutely perfectly judging by the time your shaving took

Oh yes it looks so soft and lovely you are such a clever girl, now go lay down on the bed and let's give freshly shaven pussy a naughty little whirl

Oh she feels so lovely now spread your legs real wide, your Rose's petals feel so perfect but now I want to see the bud you hide inside

There's my shinning Rose bud my tongues desperate for your taste, I slide myself between your thighs there is no time to waste

My tongue dances deep inside your juices pour like rain, you are Daddy's good girl, you did a fantastic pussy shave again

THE KINKY POET 

Halloween masquerade

The big night has arrived at last its October the 31st its the night of Halloween, everyone's in their finest costumes its the biggest ball to which I've been

The Champagne is flowing people weaving their best shapes on the huge dance floor but there's also other open play rooms for those who are seeking more

The only rule that you cannot break it is you must not give your name, everything else is acceptable on this night only your anonymity must remain

Each room has a theme some for pure pleasure some for masochistic pain, dungeons and cages because no two kinks are the same

You can be savaged by Dracula take the Wolfman from behind, be bound up by the Mummy you know the ancient Egyptian kind

There's Angels and Devils, sexy little water nymphs by the score, kinky sexual pleasures are in every room who could ask for more

An evening of carnal pleasures at the masquerade to celebrate Halloween, already I'm looking forward to next year, it's the greatest party to which I've been

THE KINKY POET 

I wish every night was Halloween

At last it's nearly Halloween you can get dressed up and I get my sexy treat you dressed up in sexy outfit just simply can't be beat

You could be a kinky Pirate, or a School girl in stockings and braided hair, a satchel of books to complete the look but I don't really care

If I had my way every night would be Halloween and you'd be in a different outfit everytime, I love playing role play I swear I'd do it all the time

A saucy nurse with a stethoscope would make my heartbeat race, The scary nun from The Conjuring with white makeup on your face

A policewoman with handcuffs to put me in the cells overnight, she could swop her baton for a flogger so I get punished for not doing as I'm told to right

Perhaps you could be dressed as a sleazy whore, with her pussy out on show, maybe a nightclub dancer who twerks and touches herself real slow

On Halloween you can be anyone it's just a night of harmless fun, in the morning we can put away the dress up clothes as another kinky night is done

THE KINKY POET 

The old graveyard

Your playing in the old graveyard it's fun climbing on the stones, until you feel a icy cold breeze that chills you through your bones

Yes it maybe nearly midnight and tomorrow's Halloween but the strange fog now that's rising is like nothing you've ever seen

Oh my God you heard an owl you're beginning to shake with fear, you now hear strange noises and feel like someone or somethings near

You hear some twigs breaking it sounds like you are not alone, you can't even call for help there's no reception on your mobile phone

Now you're regretting what seemed like a great idea, you thought ghost hunting would be fun, but now you're full of fear but you can't seem to run

The fear was now closing in you feel there's spirits all around, you're mind telling you it's time to go but your feet are frozen to the ground

Your heartbeats now racing a million scary thoughts are running through your head, you shouldn't have come to the old graveyard and stayed tucked up in your bed

THE KINKY POET 

At my mercy

You're tied up to the ceiling hands high above your head, you know you are at the mercy of whatever is going through my perverted kinky head

On the table before you are all my favourite kinky toys of pain, clamps and paddles and floggers and chrome plugs designed to stretch your bum again

So now I leave you hanging the anticipation inside you starts to grow, I at last begin to touch you, I'm moving across your body nice and slow

My hands brush along your gorgeous tits I give your nipples a cheeky pinch, instantly they harden I swear they grew bigger by about an inch

I'm now at last at your pussy I push my hungry tongue deep inside, you throw a leg over each shoulder to make sure your pussy's opened wide

I eat you for a short while then it's time for me to give you pain, soon there's a puddle on the floor as each stroke of the flogger makes your juices pour like rain

Clamps upon your nipples, a butt plug pushed in nice and tight, used and abused purely for my personal pleasure, I really owned you for the night

THE KINKY POET 

Spice things up

I must say I'm not sure about this I've never been flogged before, could you loosen the rope a bit my feet are hardly on the floor

I'm looking at your table, there's loads of things to cause me pain, a few floggers, a couple of paddles and a very springy looking cane

I know I agreed to spice things up but I thought you meant role play, you know acting out scenarios you wearing a costume or naughty lingerie

I didn't realise this is what you had in mind my minds racing full of fear, please don't hurt me too bad and where did you get all this gear

I'm sort of shocked you're into this I didn't take you for that sort of girl but I said I'd try anything so give that flogger thing a whirl

Oh that feels kind of nice, go on give it a bit more force, that's it oh I like this but make sure the marks won't be seen of course

Now I see it's a bit like that film fifty shades of grey, next time can I tie you up I really like this sort of kinky play

THE KINKY POET 

The Queen of wickedness

You are my sexy wickedness you make sexual desire run through each vein, I could be busy doing normal stuff then you pop into my brain

Instantly things begin to change my mind wanders off to a wicked place, you dressed in sexy lingerie with a seductive look upon your face

You before me on your knees my manhood taken deep forced all the way in, you slowly deep throating me until you gag with my balls resting on your chin

You tied to a wooden cross, me with a flogger in full swing, you gasping aloud with sexual pleasure everytime you feel the floggers biting sting

Sex pain mixed with kinky pleasures, I started with a nipple clamp, I pushed in a chrome butt plug into your ass now your pussy's really damp

Outfits and role play I sometimes treat you like a unpaid whore, degrading you with naughty sleazy words before taking you again once more

You are the Queen of wickedness I hope too hear from you today, send me some dirty pictures or a kinky video of yourself whilst at your kinky play

THE KINKY POET 

Just eat

Kissing up your inner thigh I'm only stopping to take a bite, tomorrow there will be little marks to remind you of this kinky night

Nestled between your gorgeous legs is by far my favourite place, I move up excitedly wanting to get your pussy closer to my face

At last I'm at your heavens gate I can now touch you with my nose, I gently thumb your petals apart as I slowly spread your sexy Roses

I see your pussy glistening I put my tongue inside, I give your Rose bud a little flip, as you shudder and your juices start to flow, I take a little sip

Soon we are moving in time, our synchronicity moulds us into one, you rise and fall with every lick and I'm doing my best to make you cum

You grab my head and grind in my face, you growl at me to eat, I love it when you get aggressive I find it a sort of sexual treat

You start to ride my face hard and fast, I love it when you act so bold, I love being quite the submissive and I really enjoy doing exactly what I'm told

THE KINKY POET 

TWENTY FOUR, SEVEN

It's late at night I'm laid here all alone thoughts of you running through my head, I wonder do you lay at home and think of me when you're tucked up in your bed

Like me do have mental pictures do they play inside your brain, do you get sexy scenarios of us having fun in a public place like in a compartment of a moving train

I wonder what you'd wearing, for me it's sexy red lingerie of lace, do you even have a favourite outfit, I wonder what would you choose to make your heartbeat race

By now I'm wide awake there's no way I can get you out my brain, as one kinky scenario ends another thought of you creeps in to replace it and a new movie starts again

I wonder like me do you touch yourself I know you don't write your thoughts of me in rhyme, I know you read my erotica I hope you see yourself described in every line

Every stanzas pays you homage you are my one and only kinky Queen, if I'm awake I'm thinking about you if I'm asleep you're always in my dream

In my lonely life you are my perfect girl my little slice of kinky heaven, I love having you in my head and heart you're with me TWENTY FOUR, SEVEN

THE KINKY POET 

The devine Sixty-nine

Sucking and lapping hard on your clit, I'm desperate to make you cum, I'll do anything to please you, even put my little finger in your bum

It always seems to work, I think of it as my secret magic trick, it makes your pussy quiver and you suck harder on my throbbing rampant dick

Oh I'm sipping at your pussy your juices simply taste devine, you're sucking my cock like a Dyson hoover, how I love it when we Sixty-nine

My head locked tight in between your thighs it is by far my favourite place, covered in your sex with your pussy grinding hard into my pussy juice soaked face

Giving mutual pleasure orally in my humble opinion can't be beat, feeling you cumming in my mouth as I explode into yours is such a erotic treat

Yes of course I adore full sex and enjoy entering every single hole but a Sixty-nine is so intimately personal it shares your heart and soul

Sucking, licking, sharing as a sexual circle we are bound as one, giving each other devine oral pleasure until we both are done

THE KINKY POET