THE KINKY POET

Wow that was a dream

My eyes open slowly and I find you standing by my bed, you lean forward into me a kiss me on the head

You move around the other side I watch you glide with grace, I switch on my bedside lamp to see you're wearing lace

You slide in right beside me we are soon entwined as one, I know I'm only dreaming and your be gone when I greet the Sun

Slowly we share simple words I move in closer for a kiss, you tasted like a fine wine, kissing you was such bliss

You remove your lacey bra, I adore your gorgeous curves, I run my hands all over you, awakening all your nerves

I slide my hands along your thighs, as I touch your moistened slit you softly whisper pleasured sighs as I gently play with it

Your panties were crotchless I sipped your juices off my finger, you tasted just like heaven, a taste I hoped would linger

You pulled me up your curvaceous body, you guided me inside, as I moved down you rose up, together we began to ride

Passions running wildly covered in sweat we move so fast, both racing to reach our ecstasy not knowing how long we'd last

You were on the edge of orgasm as I cum you let out a scream, I awoke feeling horny and alone wow that was a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Wet panties

Your panties get wetter has my words run around your head, I wonder if you'll think of me when you're in your bed

Will my stanzas get to you, will they hit that magic spot, will you want to touch yourself or play with the sex toys you may have got

Words sent across the void, to make you squirm and wiggle, I hope my lines make you blush, I hope you sigh and giggle

I'd love to pull your panties off and put them in a special place, so I could play with them and smell you like we were face to face

I want to bring you pleasure of the most sexual kind, with honey wrapped in naughtiness to keep inside your mind

I want to write poems that you'd want kept on your phone, so you can give yourself a kinky thrill when you're on your own

Well I can only write my lines and hope they get your panties wet, I hope they do because there's more to come soon, they're be naughtier ones I bet

THE KINKY POET 

Hi peeps this is a poem for Xsky we had a lovely chat the other day and I offered to write her something she gave me the kitchen idea, I'm posting it with her permission. I hope you all enjoy it like she did.

Again thanks Xsky for your kindness and support 

Kitchen fuck

I walked into the kitchen my Goddess is standing there, apart from a retro apron she was totally bare

The smell of her cooking filled the room with a heavenly taste, I slid up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist

I kissed her neck softly whispered sweet honey in her ear, she pushed herself onto me her intentions were so clear

She turned off the dinner as she turned I swear time stood still, though we've been together ages she still gives me such a thrill

I pulled at her apron strings it slid down on the floor, I only came in to see what's for dinner but now I'm craving more

I kiss down her gorgeous neck her nipples harden to the touch, I suck and nip at them knowing she loves that oh so much

I back her up to the kitchen table with a hop she's on it, I open her legs real wide, I drop to me knees before her I can see she's glistening deep inside

I bite along her inner thigh I love to leave a reminder on her skin, so she'll feel it in the morning to make her smile and grin

At last my tongue reaches her, I dance firey patterns on her clit, my fingers spread her petals as I finger fuck her slit

Soon she is ready she whispers I need your big hard cock, as I guide my manhood in her she begins to rock

Long slow thrusts as we move together in perfect time, even as we're fucking I can see this down in rhyme

So she's getting closer she has that fuck me harder face, she pulls me tight into her I know it's time to pick up the pace

I pull out and spin her over she's in the perfect position for me to pound, as I thrust hard and deep I listen to her juicy sound

She begins to quiver and shake, she shouts asking if she can cum, I tell not until I say so and I'm not nearly done

But soon her tight pussy has me in it's magic grip, I can feel myself cumming as my self control begins to slip

I let loose the hounds of passion, I tell her she can cum, together we explode and our kitchen fuck was done

We clean up the table, we shower and go to bed, the dinner is in the fridge, now that eatings gone right out my head

THE KINKY POET 

A Sapiosexual mind

One imaginary kiss was all it took, my heart would belong to no other, you brought me all I needed my gorgeous Sapiosexual lover

I close my eyes and feel you here, I feel your body next to mine, our limbs entwined together, truly feels devine

My hands run across your skin, I caress each and every curve, I thank the gods for sending you, you're more than I deserve

Words sent across the void, hopes and secrets we both share, I look inside my heart to see your smile, I know you're always there

I send rhymes across the universe confessing my undying love, each stanzas written with you in mind, they fit you like a glove

You send me pretty pictures, I keep them safe locked in my phone, I look at them for poetic inspiration, when I'm all alone

How can this feel so real when it's a love of the imaginary kind, all blossomed out of the  poetry from a Sapiosexual mind

THE KINKY POET 

Ride my beard

Spread yourself across me, let your juices pour like rain, once you've cum into my mouth, let's do it once again

Drown me in your pussy juice, let me get love drunk on your wine, intoxicated by your delicious sex, your pussy's so devine

Rise and fall upon my beard, let my tongue run wildly on your clit, slowly grind onto my lips, I'm so ravenous for your slit

Your petals are glistening I'm sucking on your pussy's hood, I love to listen to you sigh and moan, it makes me feel so good

Probing lapping biting, your inner thighs bear the marks of our play, I can still see the red lace on the bed beside you, thanks for wearing my favourite lingerie

Once again you're getting closer your breathing begins to pick up pace, I wrap my hands around your thighs and pull you down harder onto my face

With a quiver and claws in my skin like a waterfall you start to pour, you scream out my name and leap off, you cannot take my tongue no more

THE KINKY POET 

It's all inside

I want to be the one you always turn to when things are cold and dark, I want to reignite your fires, I want to be that spark

Let me be the one who inspires you, to push you to strive for more, to help you find the self belief that lives inside your core

When you fall or stumble, it doesn't mean you've lost the fight, we fall so we can get back up and carry on with all our might

When the rain clouds are closing in, you may feel you're on your own, remember you never truly alone I'm this poem on your phone

Stanzas full of reminders to say there's nothing you cannot do, you must look deep inside yourself the answers reside in you

You have the power to get back up when you feel broken on life's floor, just call on your self belief stand up and strive for more

Stand in front of a mirror see the powerful woman that I do, BE STRONG AND BE BEAUTIFUL AND MOST OF ALL BE YOU

THE KINKY POET 

Swinging days

So you say this is your very first time, it's my first time too, I'm not sure of the protocols of what we're supposed to do

I guess we shouldn't use real names I'm quite uncomfortable in this mask, would you mind if I removed it, I thought I would simply ask

Oh you feel the same way, you'd rather we were face to face, well let's take them off together, take your time this is no race

Now the masks are gone all the others have gone to play, shall we take our clothes off or do you want to keep on your lingerie

Soon we are both naked and we are laying skin to skin, being with another woman felt like a naughty sin

We kissed for the first time it takes an age to get things going right, we both seemed to struggle with sleeping with someone else this night

Once the night was over she turned away and began to cry, I pulled her towards me and simply asked her why

She said it was her husbands idea, she didn't really want to swing, she was a faithful girl and this wasn't really her sort of thing

Soon we parted company my wife asked did I have some fun, I told her I felt terrible and my swinging days were done

THE KINKY POET 

Pussy chores

You pull your lace panties to the side, your pussy's trimmed so neat, with an angry tone you hissed at me get on your knees and eat

I want your tongue in me come boy lick me hard and lap, if you lose one drip of my juice, you're gonna get a slap

Come on eat me harder, suck my clit and bite my thigh, take me to sexual heaven, harder boy you must try

You grab me hard by the head, in your pussy you make it grind, I'm drowning in your love juice, you start to lose your mind

You begin to call me degrading names, you start to buck ant twitch, I've never been called things like a pussy eating bitch

My tongue is working furiously its going crazy on your slit, I'm biting and pulling at your enormous swollen clit

You are screaming out profanities then you start to cum, you release a satisfied and calmly say, go back to your room your pussy chores are done

THE KINKY POET 

Only fair

The perfect Rose is blossoming behind a gate of soft red lace, I'm drawn forever closer, it's close now to my eager face

Slowly I push the lace gate across now I can see inside, with my thumbs I stroke her petals then slowly push them open wide

Her bud was so full, it was glistening within the candle light, I gently stroked her petals, this rose will be plucked tonight

Soon I can feel the lace on the side of my cheek as I move my mouth over her moistened lips, I capture a droplet of her nectar as I slowly began to sip

She tastes like the finest wine, I intend not to waste a drop, her pussy was like a drug to me once started I just couldn't stop

Probing deep inside her rose like a hummingbird my tongue licked at such a pace, I glanced up her body to see satisfaction etched upon her face

I tended her rose most diligently I treated it with the utmost love and care, after she slid down and took me with her mouth, I guess that was only fair

THE KINKY POET 

Sapiosexual Dom

I really want to own you, in a Sapiosexual sort of way, I want to send you poetry to get you wet each day

Send you simple tasks each day, things to do that will turn us on, from sending pics, to what to wear I hope you'd play along

My poems would contain all the things you like and love, tailored to suit your sexual desires they'd fit you like a glove

So tell me what turns you on, I want to know exactly what you think, I want to know all about you, tell me about your every kink

Scenarios and  kinky stories, I'll plant images in your head, things sent to inspire you to play with yourself in bed

Close your eyes and think of me, imagine you were mine, I then would be your Sapiosexual Dom, who loves you in each rhyme

Oh such a fantasy if only this crazy dream was true, I'd never be alone at night, my brain would be with you

THE KINKY POET