THE KINKY POET

The return of the poet pirate

The poet Pirate sails the high sea he has plunder on his mind, he'll take no prisoners unless they're of the sexy kind

Then he'll take them to his ship, have his way with them in his cabin late at night, he hopes they have a wild spirit, nothing beats a sexual fight

Through his spyglass another ship comes into sight, he knows he can out gun her, he must strike when the time is right

Run up the colours, the Jolly Rodger now flying at full mast, he has the wind behind him, he catches up real fast

The roar of the cannon fills the air, the clash of cutlass drowns out the enemies screams, soon the ship is his, the day is won, he's fulfilled his pirate dreams

Plunder now fills his hold, another ship sleeps with Davy Jones, many men were cast adrift but they won't make old bones

Now sitting in his cabin the Poet Pirates drinking rum, another ship's been taken and there's another poem done

THE KINKY POET 

Destiny

Looking down at her map the Pirate Queen was sure which way to go, she sipped her rum and pondered as the ship tossed to and throw

The storm outside was wailing lightning struck the mast, tomorrow she repair the damage, she wondered how long will the raging sea last

The Sun broke through the clouds, with the repairs it was time to sail, she run her finger across the map and she made a visual trail

Dressed in her favourite britches she pulled her thigh high boot, with cutlass and two flintlocks, she was ready to hunt for loot

With orders given the Pirate Queen steered the ship the hunt for boots was now on, pieces of gold and diamonds anything the really shone

Little did she know on this day what destiny had decided what would be her fate, on this day she'd meet the Pirate poet and he would become her mate

Then together they would sail the sea, fight together forever more, travelling across the water, never wanting to live on shore

THE KINKY POET 

From behind

Laid out on my bed the sheets are damp from our kinky sweat, we've had some naughty sex before but this was the best kinky session yet

Ball gags and butt plugs, tieing you up was always really fun, I must say I was surprised when you asked me to be put it in your bum

It was just has I had imagined the hole was so very tight, my helmet finally squeezed in we had no lubrication on that night

Playing in your back yard had always been a secret dream, I was nervous about doing it I didn't want to make you scream

To my surprise you loved it, you pushed back with every thrust, now I've took you from behind anal sex is a kinky must

When taking you from behind I reached around to stroke your clit, then I sucked off the juices I collected from your soaking slit

It always makes you cum so hard, it seems to blow your kinky mind, I love it when I'm pounding you you seem to really love it from behind

THE KINKY POET 

Ok I've decided to try this challenge from SnowMinx

Define me in one word....

Love and light T.K.P 

After the war

Sex toys strewn around the bed, red lace lingerie on the floor, remnants of the night, there's been a kinky war

Handcuffs still on the headboard where they held you down so tight, lubrication and butt plugs discarded from last night

A small bowl of water, last night it was cubes of ice, rubbed on your cliterus the feeling was cold but nice

Bed sheets crumpled, they're stained and still quite damp, the silk scarfs we used for blindfolds are laying across the bedside lamp

The assorted vibrators are now silent the batteries are now dead, on the floor are the pillows that once adorned the bed

The battlefield is now quite, there's no longer moans and sighs, but if you look in private places, bruises and bite marks show before your eyes

No one surrendered no quarter asked or given, the sexual war raged throughout the night, after the war we snuggled up together and I held you close and tight

THE KINKY POET 

Fleeting moments with her

Bathed in the Summer sun we walk together on soft golden sand, the Turquoise sea laps at our toes as we lay there hand in hand

Wrapped in warm winters clothes we walk leaving footprints in the snow, the chilly wind bites at our skin, we take it safe and slow

Crowds rush by on the city streets but we pay them little mind, when we're together no one else counts, the world gets left behind

Your skipping through a meadow, you're collecting pretty wild flowers, you move so effortlessly I could watch you skip for hours

Standing in the pouring rain a large umbrellas ours to share, I would go out in a storm with you, I simply wouldn't care

Spending time with Mother nature, together in a dark wild wood, walking through the tall Oak trees, how I wish I really could

But sadly they are all wishes, dreams and thoughts living in my head, because I'm all alone and paralyzed writing wishful poems from my bed

THE KINKY POET 

Love drunk

Getting myself ready I position myself between her thighs, I'm looking at her perfect Rose, I can't believe my eyes

Her petals are folded delicately her bud is just on show, I move within a tongue distance away, I take it nice and slow

She has bites marks on her inner thigh I couldn't resist a little bite, I love to leave reminders of where I've been tonight

With my thumbs I part her petals, I love to see her bud and the way her juices make it shine, she is such a sexual enchantress and her perfect pussy's mine

My tongue makes patterns on her clit, it's like I'm drawing pictures in the sand, she reaches down to guide me, I'm held in tight by a forceful hand

I lap at her pussy I know I'm here until I make her cum, not that it bothers me, I'll keep licking until I'm done

I'm drowning in her pussy juice, eating her truly is devine, I'm aa ravenous as a starving man and I'm love drunk on her wine

THE KINKY POET 

Feeding on your rose

Sit yourself across me, let my tongue dance deep inside your slit, drown me in your pussy juice, whilst I'm sucking on your clit

Grind yourself down on my face, my face is yours feel free to take a seat, I will take you to sexual heaven, your in for such a treat

Making circles and lapping, probing hard to make you cum, listening to sigh has I put my little finger in your bum

Start to ride my hungry mouth, on your pussy I want to feast, I'm ravenous for your delicious taste, I want to eat you like a sexual beast

I love the taste of your pussy wine, it tastes like honey made in the Sun, feeling your body quiver has you begin to cum

Your panting gets louder, you begin to moan, sigh and scream, I lick you deep and harder feeding on your pussy's cream

Your Rose is so beautiful, the petals are perfect in every way, I could eat it forever, I could feed on you all day

THE KINKY POET 

Morning wood

My erect manhood's throbbing desires running through each vein, I can't concentrate on nothing else, you are in my brain

I close my eyes to see you, you are my gorgeous Queen, everything about you ignites my sexual dream

Your gorgeous curves, your perky tits, the taste of your pussy's juice, everything I think about let's my hunger lose

You in role play outfits make my heartbeat pound and race, laying staring into your eyes and of course when you're dressed in lace

Having you tied up or you being in charge doing what you wish, I don't care who runs the plays it always brings such bliss

Soft and gentle making love or a full on dirty sleazy fuck, me eating pussy or you giving my cock a suck

God I'm getting frantic, thinking of you always feels so good, you are the only girl who comes to mind when I awake with morning wood

THE KINKY POET 

Dream on

I'm sitting in my chair I've a silk scarf across my eyes, I've been told to be patient and await this great surprise

I hear the door open it's obvious more than one person has just come in, I can hear some muffled giggling, now I curious for the surprise to just begin

I hear a voice say no peeping I promised not to look, but I was getting quite inpatient about the time this thing had took

I could hear loads of movement coming from the direction of our bed, my mind was in filth mode with girl on girl racing around my head

Are they gonna put on a show, will I get to be involved in their kinky play, will my fantasy night become reality, oh god let it be tonight I pray

Me in between to girls, surrounded by tits, pussy and arse, I must remember to try and pace myself to make sure that I can last

I wonder who her mate is God please let it be the one from work, I'd love to smash her behind then watch her do a sexy twerk

Finally I'm told to remove the scarf I've already got a bone, surprise, surprise her sisters here so I'm in the spare room on my own

THE KINKY POET 

Still got it

Black skin tight leather dress, with sexy stockings on to match, I must say if that dress was any shorter I could probably see your snatch

High heels and your hair put in a ponytail so high, girl you took my breath away, I guess you heard me sigh

I watched you walk across the room, in a way only a Goddess can, I watched every one  follow you, you captured every man

You pulled up a barstool the bartender poured your favourite drink, he could hardly take his eyes off you as I heard the ice cubes clink

Slowly you took a long sip, on your glass was lipstick of the darkest red, you placed your glass on the counter and slowly turned your head

Your eyes were mesmerising, I was enchanted by your smile, I took a slug of my beer then said " I haven't seen you in a while"

"Well I've been kind of busy, I ain't got out in quite a while, busy bring up your children" her answer made me smile

But tonight I got a baby sitter so I thought I'd remind you of a younger day, when it was just the two of us, and my hair wasn't so many shades of grey

Well babe you still got it, every bloke in this bar are wishing you were free, I'm so proud your here by my side and you're coming home with me

THE KINKY POET