THE KINKY POET

This is me

The log fires crackling it's producing a lovely sensual heat, you are reading my poetry whilst I'm sitting at your feet

Listening to you read my work out loud makes my fantasies seem true, I close my eyes and I'm living them and it's all because of you

You make every line so vivid, you paint sensual pictures in my mind, each stanza is filled with things of the most naughty kinky kind

When I'm listening to you read, I can't believe these lines are mine, I seem to get a outside view of myself, I've written myself in rhyme

Your voice has opened me up, my poems has shown the world my soul, when I first wrote my stuff that wasn't my intention or my goal

It started off as sort of a therapy when I became a broken man, now it is the much needed sexual release that only poetry can

Now I love bearing myself in rhyme I'm happy for people to know it's me, thank you for reading my thoughts, you've let my passions free

THE KINKY POET 

Total distraction

This was inspired by my friend Creidsinn after a chat. I'm loving the snippets of inspiration she has fired up in me. So thank you Creidsinn for spending time chatting with this broken poet. I've been thinking about our chat all day

 

Total distraction

I woke up this morning again you were nestled in my head, thoughts of you in sexy matching lingerie laying in my bed

Looking all seductive with sexy poses made to draw me in, I'm trying to get ready for the day but my mind is filled with sin

I try my best to shake it off, I've a million things to do, I'm struggling to concentrate on getting ready all I'm thinking of is you

Us sharing kisses our bodies entwined in some lovers knot, or me going down on your shaved pussy, licking and flicking you with everything I've got

In my dreams your pussy's always shaven, who know you might have hair, I'd eat you raw anyway, I really do not care

You pinned on your back, legs thrown over my shoulders high, me pounding you hard and fast listening to you sigh

Juices flowing wildly, there's a huge wet patch on the sheet, it's like a badge of honour a thank you for this treat

Flesh being clawed and bite, I love it when you dig your nails in deep, leave your calling card on me, the marks are mine to keep

See here I go again at this rate I'll get nothing done, I've filled my head with sexy images and now I need to cum

THE KINKY POET 

Just one night with you

Make love to me like you mean it, don't use me like a toy, place your loving arms around me, pretend I'm your only boy

Kiss me like I'm the only man, the one only ever to taste your kiss, act like it's the first time, like you've saved yourself for this

Spread your legs reluctantly like I'm about to take your flower, act like I'm the chosen one, like you've given me the power

When I run my hands on your curves, release some tender sighs, make me believe I'm the first, to touch between your thighs

The first to touch your sacred place, the only man to drink your wine, oh to be that special man, now that would be devine

Be the first to hold you, to share your sweet surprise, be the first to pull you in, to be mesmerized by your eyes

Convince me I'm the first, pretend I have earned the right, to make love to you for the first time, if only for tonight

THE KINKY POET 

Getting in

With every button undone you might get a glimpse of skin, the last line of defence between a poet and the treasures held within

Slowly you move down them, each step brings you closer than before but the closer you become makes you ravenous to see so much more

Then there's a zipper with that you are the one in charge slow or fast it's up to you, they come in small or large

The sound is so distinctive it almost sounds like a kinky tear, slowly it begins to reveal what's hiding under there

A corset is a wonderous thing it has metal clasps that hold her boobs in tight, it takes nibble fingers to open them so her nipples will come into sight

Then you have a bodice held securely by a silk ribbon and a bow, designed to be constrictive yet elegant where nothings left on show

Functional yet still sexy with a ribbon there's always a kinky twist, once you've removed it from the bodice's eyelets you can use it to bind her wrists

THE KINKY POET 

The kinky poet that I am

My naughty thoughts are put into line, I write down the things I think, from bondage to sexy lingerie things that make up this poets kink

Scenarios and outfits dungeons and kinky slutty stuff, from being soft, gentle and romantic to being a sexual beast who likes it rough

All my sexual fantasies in my poetry I let love to let them flow, I open up my thoughts to the world, I put myself on show

Even though I'm broken I still have many sexual needs inside, so I release them out in  kinky poetry in my readers I confide

Line after line I reveal myself, I try to be honest, true and raw, I write about my life's mistakes exposing every flaw

Hopes, dreams and desires are written and shared for you to read, expressing all my kinkiness, explaining what I need

So thank you for all you do, I hope my stanzas make you smile, I hope they inspire naughty thoughts to distract you for a while

THE KINKY POET 

Hunger in his eyes

Meeting in a quiet restaurant I arrive to find you've already found a dark corner for us to sit, the anticipation of seeing you has put a throbbing in my already engorged clit

We sip wine and exchange small talk I see there's a hunger in his eyes, even though we wasn't even touching I was getting wetter to my surprise

I go to the bathroom remove my red lace panties and try to calm my heartbeats pace, on my return I brazenly hand you my juice soaked panties, I loved the look of pleasure on your face

We were leaving before eating I thought that was kind of rude but he took my hand and growled "Follow me" it was so hot yet very crude

He walked me to an alley way he'd obviously been to this place before, he led me into darkness, I knew what I was brought here for

Lust took over us he pinned me up against a wall, he raised my leg up around him, he pulled my dress up so he could have it all

Fingers deep inside me our tongues did battle in a hypnotic dance, he pulled hard at my engorged clit, I was put into a sexual trance

I undid his trousers soon his throbbing cock was buried deep, as moved in tighter to him my pussy quivered as I begun to seep

Pounding me with a ravenous passion, it was hard and very fast, it didn't take long for us to both explode, I couldn't tell you how long it last

We rearranged our clothing, he kept my juice soaked panties as his prize, as we walked to our separate cars I could feel us still running down my thighs

He was just getting into his car I heard his stereo playing a old dance tune, he popped his head back over the roof and said I hope I'll see you soon

THE KINKY POET

Sorry its late but I wanted to get involved with Squeedoddles stuffie challenge 

Here is Sid my Sloth and my Christmas Snoopy 

Side waa a gift from my first carer when I became paralyzed. Snoopy is one of many I have because since a was 14 Snoopy has been my nick name

Grogu and Wicket my other plushies

Thanks for the challenge sorry I was late

Love and light T.K.P xx

Eating pussy

Spreading your petals gently, I can see the moisture on your Rose, droplets of anticipation send a sweet fragrance up my nose

I nestle myself between your legs, I can't help but nip your thighs, you wiggle with pain and pleasure, you let out soft moans and sighs

I gently kiss around your Rose, with my thumbs a spread her wide, mesmerized by the pinkness, I can see your engorged clit inside

I put my tongue along your labia, I flick, I lick and make patterns on your clit, you keep perfect synchronicity as I taste the fine wine of your slit

Slow deep rhythmic penatration is the order of the day, its far to nice to rush it, I want to enjoy this delicious oral play

You grab me by the head, with each lap you rise and fall, you tilt your hips forward making sure I reach it all

I feel you begin to quiver, soon I'm drowning in your juice, you pat my head in appreciation and then I let you loose

THE KINKY POET 

Here's my favourite kink equipment my brain

Being paralyzed my imagination allows me to write and stay in contact with my kinkness

Thanks Jack for the challenge 

Love and light T.K.P 

Another piece inspired by a conversation with my kinky friend Creidsinn. It was a fantasy read I was inspired to put in rhyme. Thank you for the inspiration I loved the challenge 

 

Planting seed

Working in the garden feeling the warm rays of the Sun, there appeared a shadow over me and a firm hand on my bum

I turned my head to see him, the bright Sun obscured my view but I knew what he wanted I knew what I must do

I followed him into the kitchen I washed off all the soil earths dirt, then I turned to face him, now it was my turn to start to flirt

I walked bodly up to him, in shock he backed up until he couldn't move, pinned up against the counter I was now in a horny groove

He reached out to touch me I shook my head and went down on my knees, I was now the one in charge it was him I chose to please

I could see his manhood through his jeans, I slowly undid his zip, the sight of his throbbing cock made me lick and bite my lip

I took him gently by the hand he rested his hands tangled in my hair, I slowly kissed his helmet, just showing his cock some tender care

Slowly I swallowed him, I pushed him deep passed my hungry lips, I held onto him tightly with both hand on his hips

I felt my gag reflex go, I loved the gorgeous sexual flinch, I opened my mouth wider I wanted to take in every inch

He slowly began to use my mouth, he pushed his length right in, I felt the base of his cock I felt his balls brushing on my chin

Soon I was sucking hard, me and his will power were in a sexual war, who would last the longest, he began to shake but I just wanted more

I slide my finger around his ass and play patterns on his ring, he tensed with excitement he loved that sort of arse play thing

Now he was pounding my mouth, he was close to planting his creamy seed, he let out a little scream and it signalled I'd done my oral deed

THE KINKY POET