THE KINKY POET

Bubbles made of foam

You're laying in a king sized bath, there's candles all around, the tune playing softly in the room it is the only sound

Warm water surrounds you, you've got your eyes closed tight, it's a beautifully relaxing ending to a super kinky night

You hear the door opening, not a word between the both of you is said, then you first feel him gently kiss you on the head

Eyes still shut you feel him reaching for the sponge, he runs it across your skin, you quietly smile to yourself knowing there's always after care after there's been sin

Gently he washes you the water lapping along your thighs, you open your legs slightly the feeling of the sponge leads to whispered sighs

He treats you with the utmost tenderness, you are his girl, his Queen, to him you are a Goddess, it feels just like a dream

Once he's washed you everywhere, he kisses you then you're left alone, to relax and think of nothing just surrounded by bubbles made of foam

THE KINKY POET 

A new hunt

It doesn't matter where you are, I'll find my way to you, my desires are like a Sat Nav their directions will be true

If you're hiding in the woods it won't take long to find you my sexy prey, there's nowhere you can hide from me I'll find you night and day

Like a lone Wolf in the night, I hunt by the light of a blood red moon, run if you think it will help but I'll be with you oh so soon

You have absolutely nowhere to run, your soul is mine to own, once I've got you I'll tie you up and take kinky pictures on my phone

You will be my playground, you will be my new sex toy, I will be your dominant owner, a masterful poet boy

Hunting makes me happy, I love to feed on you when you're in my bed, once you're in tight bindings and on your knees, you can give me head

On the next full moon I'll set you free, again you start to run, I will give you a few hours head start but a new hunt has begun

THE KINKY POET 

If I was

How I wish I was a dominant instead of a broken man who writes in rhyme, I would love to have a submissive to inspire me and be the muse I write about all the time

A girl to chat to everyday a beautiful lady to call my own, one to share dreams and fantasies with through messages on the phone

One who would send me naughty messages or a picture of them in sexy lingerie, one to have textual intercourse with one who I can laugh, talk and play

Someone I could be there for to guide them through their day, I want to be so supportive and be there for them whatever comes our way

I understand being broken they would need to find someone else for play, that is something I'd understand it would be done in a sharing kind of way

A submissive I can say good morning too, someone I can check on make sure that they're alright, one i could be sending sweet dreams and kisses to at the end of every night

Does this lady truly exist or am I destined to always be alone, feeling like somethings missing from my life and writing wishes on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Animalistic tendencies

I want to remove your clothing, I have this ravenous need, I'll carefully take off your lacey lingerie on you I wish to feed

I want to brush my lips across every inch of your luscious skin, slowly mapping out your gorgeous curves, my mind is set on sin

Desires fires are burning bright so intense, they're raising our bodies heat, every moment we share together is such a sexual treat

Pleasures shared between us will will leave reminders inside my heart, sparking beautiful memories of you I'll think of when we are apart

The taste of your cherry lip gloss, the the erotic battle with your tongue, the claw marks you leave in my skin, when our sexual war is done

The smell of our sex that fills the room, I can smell us in the air, our animalistic tendencies running free so wild without a care

Come to my room tonight the doors unlocked just push it open wide, step out my dreams into my world, come lay down by my side

THE KINKY POET

Late night subway ride

Sitting on the subway late at night I saw a view that shocked my eyes, sitting across from me was a Goddess, in a skirt showing off her curvy thighs

My eyes were fixed upon them, then to my shock I realised that I'd been seen, she smiled and moved her skirt up higher she was a flirty queen

Then she slowly spread her legs, I could see she was panties free, she had a smoothly shaved pussy and she was now showing it to me

Now I was mesmerized by her pussy I was now totally hypnotised, she then put her fingers on her lips and spread her petals wide

I could see the pinkness of her rose, she had moisture on her clit, she ran her fingers over the juice then took a taste of it

We were on the late night train, I couldn't believe my luck, she dipped her fingers in herself again and offered me a suck

I reached out and took her hand, I lingered and when i sucked them i took my time, her nectar tasted like heaven I was love drunk on her wine

The train finally came to her stop she just got up and walked away, I wonder if we would ever meet again, I guess I can only pray

THE KINKY POET 

Queen of the dance

The tune Black Velvet started as you came into view, I could see by the gorgeous silhouette it was plainly you

You moved to the middle of the stage you began to slowly sway, I felt my temperature rising, you've turned me on today

Lost in the music mesmerized by your erotically charged dance, I couldn't take my eyes off you, I was in a hypnotic trance

You slowly undid your buttons, I could see your cleavage and you ink, I was so hungry for a close look I found it hard to think

Soon you were naked down to the waist the girls were now on show, I watched your nipples harden as you stroked them nice and slow

You stepped out your lace panties your you parted the petals of your Rose, I'd given anything to have that flower inches from my nose

Just to sip her nectar to run my hands across your skin, to be able to make you cum in my mouth, oh how the thought just made me sigh and grin

But sadly soon it was morning I awoke at the breaking of the light, all I have left is this poem of the dream of your sexy dance last night

THE KINKY POET 

Cloudy night

There's a cloudy night and it's raining there's not many people on the street, the perfect time for hunting, to find myself a treat

People with the hoods up, trying hard to keep dry in the rain, eyes fixed on their mobile phones, they've disengaged their brain

Like a Barn Owl in flight I'm silent, I'm a quiet as a grave, they never hear me coming, it's the pretty ones I crave

Always it's the same, I love it when they freeze with the look of fear inside their eyes, it's over in an instant they've soon been glamoured and mesmerized

Once they've been glamoured they are compliant to my need, they tilt their necks willingly, allowing me me an easy feed

I must confess if it's a safe place I don't glamour them, I enjoy it when they scream and fight, I know I can easily overpower them but it breaks up a boring night

Soon after they'll awake unharmed but feeling confused and slightly little weak, but the wounds will heal and they'll recover fully in about a week

THE KINKY POET 

Loves hopeful hype

It started off with a simple gesture when I offered her my seat on a train, now I can't seem to get her from living in my brain

At work in quiet moments I close my eyes and see her smile, it seems the train ride ends quicker now, I'm enjoying every mile

It's difficult to accidentally bump into her, sometimes I have to go right through the train, then try to look surprised and say fancy running into you again

The other day was awesome we were packed in like sardines there wasn't an empty seat, we were pushed close together face to face it really was a treat

I could smell her perfume, saw the gorgeous sparkle in her eyes, I tried to act all casual but I just hope she never heard my sighs

I now hate the weekend I missed my ride in with my Goddess on train, I couldn't wait for  Sundays to end and the work week to start  again

Sometimes I get sort of brave and decide I'm gonna ask her for a drink, then reality sets in and I'm afraid of what she might think

Then one day my life changed, she was on the train I saw her kissing a girl it seemed I'm not her type, on second thoughts she weren't all that I was lost in loves hopeful hype

THE KINKY POET 

My favourite T.V series started as top 10 but to many to choose

Top TV series

1: True blood, best Vampire series ever
2: Dexter, just Awesome, sadly worst ending ever
3: Mind hunter, based on true crime
4: criminal minds, fabulous programme
5: Time team, History series
6: Crimes that shook Britain (YouTube) True Brittish crime
7: Happy days, The Fonz ....Hey
8: Mork and Mindy, the late great Robin Williams
9: Only fools and horses ( Brittish comedy) Del boy favourite character in any series
10: Match of the day ( English Footbal show)
Even now the theme tune is my ring tone
11: Captain Scarlet, Stingray, Thunderbirds

Enjoy look forward to reading yours.
Love and light T.K.P xxx

Night vison

There's no moon out tonight but the darkness doesn't bother you, you're tucked away in a bush and you have a perfectly unrestricted view

She always leave her curtains open for all the world to see, she's like a gift from heaven it allows the voyeur in you to be set loose wild and free

Binoculars in one hand the night vision on them is the best, a camera ready in case you get the chance it's like bird watching at its best

It's like she almost likes to be seen standing naked with the curtains opened wide, the light shows everything it's like your standing by her side

It's the same routine once she's showered she lays on her bed reading something off her phone, whatever is it inspires to a playtime whilst she's on her own

Her hands start to wonder her harden nipples get a twist and flick, then she pulls out a dildo shaped like a massive dick

A squirt of lube and in it goes, you begin to feel your own wetness down below god you wished you were there taking part in the late night show

Slow deep strokes she uses pushing the dildo in real deep, you can see she is breathing hard as your own pussy throbs and starts to seep

Now you can't help but stroke yourself playing with your engorged clit, trying to keep pace with her dildo, your fingers now buried in your slit

You can see she's breathing fast, your fingers and her dildo pick up the pace, you let out a quiet moan as you both cum and you see the satisfaction on her face

THE KINKY POET