THE KINKY POET

Wrote to please

My aim to excite you, my intentions are to get you wet, my stanzas are written to turn you on though we've never met

Lines to make you wiggle as you go about your busy day, to inspire in you lustful thoughts and awaken a need for some kinky sexual play

Words that sit quietly inside you then slowly corrupt your mind, designed to make you just think naughtiness and scenarios of a kinky naughty kind

Some may simply make you smile or put a little wiggle in your day, some may travel deep into your bodies core and inspire you to play

I want to spark a passion, awaken all your sexual nerves, I want you to imagine my hands running freely on your gorgeous curves

My head nestled between your thighs my tongue lapping at your juicy swollen clit, me sipping on the fine wine flowing freely out of it

I write stuff to ignite your kinky passions, I want to play flirt and tease, I want to take you to your special place, my poems are wrote to please

THE KINKY POET 

Out on the town

You glance at yourself in the mirror you know you look hot tonight, you're in your favourite lacey lingerie your dress is short and tight

Hair and make-up is perfect, you're wearing your new perfume, you smooth your dress down along your curves as you step into the room

As the door swings open all eyes are turned on you, you sit at your usual seat at the bar and you have a drink or two

Soon you are surrounded men wanting to buy you drinks and dance, they are all captivated by you, you've got them all in a mesmerising trance

You have a couple of more dances but soon it will be the time for you to choose, which man you'll be taking home, which fellow will you use

You make your choice and take him home, you don't even ask his name, who he is holds no intrest, he's here just to play your game

After a night of wild passion you see him out the door, your needs have been satisfied you got what you went out for

THE KINKY POET 

A poem inspired by a story written by the very talented TREASURE ME.The main character is a lady called Mabel 

Enjoy and thanks Treasure me for your kind permission to post this

Mabel

The tears roll freely down your cheeks but you know you must be strong, though your heart is breaking you knows you're in a place you don't belong

Sharing him with another brings you nothing but heart ache and pain, does he take your relationship seriously or is it just some sort of game

He says he wants you and her, why can't he have the pair, you hate it when he goes out at night, too the girl with auburn hair

You can't believe he brought you all together to discuss this crazy plan, he wants you to share him with her, he really thinks you can

As for her his plaything she thinks the idea is really great, hell next she'll want to move in with you both, she can even be your mate

You've heard all you wanted to hear, you stand and head right to the door, angry with yourself for tearing up but you know you deserved much more

Get your stuff out of my place, it's over do with her as you please from now on you are free, do whatever you need to make sure you're happy and I'll do what's good or me

THE KINKY POET 

Naughty thoughts

Oh how I love the sound of the click has the handcuffs are put on tight, I love the bruises they leave from where I tried to fight

Red marks across my cheeks as the flogger bites my skin, hand prints from the spanking made on a night of sin

Bite marks on my thighs make a path upto my awaiting rose, finger pressure marks on my hips, I love the purple colour that it goes

Burn marks from the rope I love the pretty pattern that it leaves, the sting of a teachers cane when I have failed to please

Paddles leave a awesome bruises, they make it hard to sit, you get a lovely constant ache from the places that they hit

Hidden marks adorn my body they're all covered by my clothes, to the vanilla world I look innocent but there's a few that truly knows

A few people know I love to play, they know I have a need for pain, fortunately no one can see anything when im dressed or what's going on inside my brain

THE KINKY POET 

Sex wars

I'm gonna keep these damp red lace panties as my prize for winning our sexual war, I've left you for dead and exhausted, wasted on the floor

Clothes strewn about the place, furniture moved about the house, you've gone from a raging Tiger to a timid little Mouse

You've got bite marks on your skin, you repaid me with clawing and left your lipstic smeared across my face, remnants of our passionate war, of which I set the pace

It was you who begged for mercy, because your body couldn't take no more, I pounded you with my arsenal I owned your very core

Hard and fast we played it, tonight you told me you wanted the sex real rough, I did has you asked of me until you said you'd had enough

My face covered in your juice, I swear I very nearly drown, It would have been a lovely kinky way to die, DEATH BY GOING DOWN

Now the sex battle's over and you full of my creamy seed, I will treat you like the Queen you are and fulfill your every need

THE KINKY POET 

The Enchantress

The pure art of seduction lives inside your enchanting eyes, the purest place for pleasure resides between your thighs

You are a mesmerising enchantress hypnotic in all you do, no one can resist you, you are a goddess through and through

Everything about you makes my poor heart pound and race, I cannot take my eyes off you, I adore your style and grace

You move just like a jungle cat out on the search for prey, choosing who you wish to feed upon, to make them your plaything for the day

So dominant and forceful you are always in total control, they are bewitched by your beauty, to you they give their heart and soul

You are a sexual goddess, you are truly a submissives dream, they wish to be owned by you, they want you for their Queen

I'm not a submissive I'm just a poet who loves to write in rhyme but I can see your attraction, I can feel it all the time

So beautiful enchantress I watch you weave your magic from my lonely bed, we're you conjure up such sexual images, that send rhymes into my head

THE KINKY POET 

My sex toy

I want you for my sex toy, you'll be my playground made for sin, I'll be free to have my way with you, I'm going to explore your gorgeous skin

Tied up or tied down you now belong to my my wicked ways, I'll decide what happens to you, I'm the one who calls the shots on these kinky days

I'll tell you what you must wear, your lingerie I will get to choose, there will be a table full of sex toys and I will pick you which ones that you must use

Tonight I will own every aspect of you, I will  own you body, mind and soul, there will be no restrictions, I will use and abuse every single hole

Make bite marks on your skin, I'm gonna eat your pussy raw, once I've taken all you've got to give, I'm just gonna simply take some more

I'm gonna leave you exhausted, full of my warm and creamy seed, I won't finish with you until I've sated my furious animalistic need

So tonight you will be my sex toy after I will treat you like my special Queen but during I'll show no mercy, I'm gonna make you moan and scream

THE KINKY POET 

Playing with your poet

My words reach across the void they put a wiggle in your day, it's like I'm there touching you, your mind wanders, you're now aching for some play

You get home and go straight to your room, you need to be alone, you climb on your bed and get comfy, you open up your mobile phone

You begin to read my poetry it makes your pussy wet, as you read you stroke yourself but your not ready yet

At the moment you get a message it's your kinky poet on the phone, asking have you enjoyed the recent reads and are you on your own

You blush but you answer yes thn you confess you were going to have a little play, your poet says he'd be glad to help, just do everything I say

You make yourself comfy adjusting pillows on your bed, you close your eyes and let your poet loose inside your head

You follow my instructions your hands now belong to me, you slide your hands down your body all inhibitions now are free

Dampness meets your fingers, you dip your finger in a take a taste, I ask you what's your flavour to which you reply I taste of sweetness and desire, sucking your fingers with most haste

One hand on your moistened pussy the other playing inside your bra, ecstasy getting closer orgasms seems close and not that far

I whisper I'm now between your thigh, legs over my shoulders as I lick your Rose, my fingers deep inside you as you quiver from your head down to your toes

Once you've cum I move up your body on your hardened nipples I start to suck, I slide my hungry cock inside you as we begin to start to fuck

Your brain now doing overtime you tell me you gonna cum, I tell you you must refrain from doing that until I've decided we are done

Dangling on the very edge you ask please can you start to cum, I leave you on the edge for a while then tell you the play is done

With a shudder you release yourself there's now a damp patch in your bed, a reminder of what happens when there's a kinky poet playing in your head

I tell you your wet panties now belong to me, they are the spoils of war, quietly I'm delighted to please you it's what I write my poems about you for

THE KINKY POET 

Blushing

Wow I love your body I think you're my kink filled crush, I would love to write you something specifically to make you sigh and blush

Something to make you wiggle whilst your laid quietly in your bed, a poem to spark naughty thoughts running around your head

Stanzas about eating you, me drowning in your pussy's cum, you laid across my knees as I'm spanking your gorgeous bum

Me covered in claw marks made during a passionate war, bite marks on your breasts and inner thighs, you begging me for more

My hands running wild on you, stroking every sexy curve, my touch builds the excitement, it awakens every kinky nerve

You wrapped around me, our bodies entwined as one, moulded by desires fire until we greet the morning Sun

I hope this poem makes you smile, savour every line no need to rush, I hope you're now laid in a damp patch and this poems made you blush

THE KINKY POET 

Forfeit

It's no good complaining you lost the bet, it was all done quite fair, take all your clothes off and go stand right over there

Mumble and moan all you like, it's no good I can see your frown, now with two hands on your red lace panties slowly pull them down

That's it all the way kick them over here I'm keeping them as my prize, now first thing is to part your legs, let's see what's between your thighs

Good girl do as your told, now bend over and touch your toes, see the butt plug on the stool you know where it goes

Don't forget the lubrication just smear it on the plug, now put it in carefully making sure it fits in nice and snug

Bend over a little more, I want to take pictures with my mobile phone, a reminder of the bet you lost to look at when bored and on my own

I can't believe I'm seeing this it was our best forfeit yet, maybe next time you'll think more carefully before making a kinky bet

THE KINKY POET