Iconic one line film challenge
Ok my lovelies here's the deal you must write a single line from a film without giving away the tittle but you can only answer if you can replace it with a new line from a different film to continue the challenge
Ok I'll start to give you a Idea
"YOU'RE GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOAT'
FILM: JAWS
"HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU KID"
Late night gift
It's late at night my phone goes ping its a message that read are you on your own, I replied yes and felt my heartbeat race, I wondered what was coming to my phone
It simply said for your eyes only I went and bought some soft Red lace, I took in a deep breath as the smile grew on my face
They was a Goddess wearing sexy lingerie in my favourite red, I couldn't take my eyes off her, naughty thoughts ran through my head
God she looked so beautiful I scanned her curves and was captivated by her eyes, I imagined playing in her cleavage, nestling my head between her thighs
Each picture was so beautiful she looked like a work of art, I could feel my chest pounding feeling the movement of ny racing heart
Seamed stockings and high heels, all matched that gorgeous red, god I wished she was here to share my empty bed
I simply reply with a million thanks, then I secure the pictures on my phone, there to seek inspiration and to look at when I'm on my own
THE KINKY POET
Something special
You turn up at the department store, you ask the clerk where's ladies lingerie, she stops what's she's doing and say please follow me this way
Soon you're surrounded by lingerie there's so many colours and different styles, the rack of bra's and panties was enormous it stretches for miles and miles
Then they had baby dolls to wear when your in your bed, they're cute but not what you had in mind, you've something special in your head
Soft silk and satin, you wondered how they'd feel upon your skin, PVC and leather for that playful night of sin
Strapless bra's with panties to match, you don't like the look of a tiny thong, you know in the throws of passion, they wouldn't last very long
Finally you arrive at what you've been looking for, lingerie made of the softest lace, you run your hands across them and a smile grows upon your face
Now this is what you've had in mind, when the imagr came into your head, it's delicate and pretty, let's just hope it comes in Red
THE KINKY POET
I was asked by someone who wishes to remain nameless why I write erotic poetry. Most know I'm paralyzed and it's kind of Mt way of releasing my sexual wants ect
So here is one of the reasons I write
Love and light T.K.P
Why I write
My body's quivering with anticipation hoping someone likes the latest read, did it make them smile to themselves have I accomplished my sexy deed
Will my words entwine them will they weave their intended spell, will they send a kind review I guess only time will tell
Others read my poetry I hope they each see themselves in rhyme, each finding some personal connection in my words from time to time
To make people think naughty thoughts is part of this poets game, to make people feel good about themselves each day is my only aim
It's lovely to please the masses, I'd love to connect with a special one, someone who dreams of me until she greets the Sun
Someone who really feels my words, someone who let's my stanzas touch their heart, someone who has me in their thoughts, when we are apart
This is why I send stanzas out into the universe this is why this poet loves to write. to make people happy when they sleep alone at night
THE KINKY POET
Too good to be true
You say you really want me and your hunger growing fast, if I give myself to you I wonder how long we're gonna last
I'm willing to give my heart to you but I'm in fear it might get broke, I know you seem so much kinder than any other bloke
Caring and considerate you treat me with such a great respect, it's so strange to feel important, it's something I never did expect
When I talk you listen, you give me room so I can grow, if I'm not sure of something we discuss it and take things nice and slow
When we walk out you hold my hand, you make me feel so proud, you always express your feelings to me, they're always plain and loud
You are the man I dreamed of you've made all my hopes come true, you've given me such hope and strength and its all because of you
So you wonder why I'm still fearful why I struggle to submit to you, it's because you seem so perfect, are you to good to be true
THE KINKY POET
Choosing lingerie
When you choose your lingerie do I enter into your head, do you let slip a cheeky smile before choosing the lacey Red
When you pull it on do you stop and in mirror take a peek, do you see the Goddess the one of whom I seek
When you feel it on your skin, do you love the softest lace, do you run your hands across it, does it bring a smile onto your face
Does it spark memories of my a naughty kinky rhyme, saying how it's my kink and I'm writing about it all the time
Poem after poem saying I adore lingerie that's made of lace and Red, stanzas saying how I wished you'd wear it in my bed
How I want to run my hands all over you, feel the lace upon your skin, then saying how I'd love to tie you up for a night of kinky sin
So before you pick your lingerie for the day spare a moment to stop and think, by simply choosing the soft Red lace, your helping satisfy my kink
THE KINKY POET
Poet for the night
I want you to read me, let me run loose inside your mind, let my words seduce you, a mixture of the naughty and kinky kind
Feel my words run over you, let them play upon your gorgeous curves, let them stimulate you, I want to awaken all your nerves
Words like a hummingbird sipping nectar from your flower, stanzas built to get you wet, using all my kinky power
Desires and fantasies sent for you to read in a sexy rhyme, designed to bring you pleasure, so you think of me when your having a quiet time
Feel your excitement building causing a dampness inside your thighs, you'll feel a need to touch yourself when you hear your hungers sighs
My rhymes of seduction are sent to weave pictures in your head, my aim is to be there with you, late at night in bed
So climb into my poetry feel my passion that so bright, let me seduce you and entertain you let me be your poet for the night
THE KINKY POET
Bubbles
I watch you in the shower, the water glides across your gorgeous curves, seeing you covered in bubbles has awakened all my nerves
Bubbles glide across you touching the places I'd love to go, you turn around slowly so I get a sexy watery show
The sponge rubs your nipples you let out a little sigh, I can't take my eyes off you, I watch you as you wash your inner thigh
Waters tumbling down your skin, you toss your head right back and smile, would you like me to climb in too if only for a while
You beckon me forward, soon we are both covered in warm water and sweet soap, I'm trying to keep my manhood calm but I'm finding it real hard to cope
Soon I can't take no more I turn you around and slide in from behind, with your hands pinned above your head, I begin to make love to you in a wet and soapy kind
Once we've made a mess it's time for us both to get real clean, then I open up my eyes you're nowhere to be seen, we didn't share the shower it was just a big wet dream
THE KINKY POET
No charge
Oh that damn poet has put dirty thoughts inside your head, you're now horny and worked up whilst your all alone in your comfy bed
Things start to tingle you start to feel the dampness between your thighs, your pull hard at your nipples and release some sensual sighs
You slide your hands towards your ready flower, your fingers dance upon your slit, soon you realise tonight you're not getting enough relief from it
You reach towards your bedside cabinet, looking for your special friend, you know a few minutes with him and your frustration will surely end
You hunt through the top drawer, oh no your friends not there, you must of left him somewhere else, you try to think just where
Oh yes it's in the living room you had it in there the other day, you were reading naughty poetry and had a little play
Soon you are back in bed, you flick the switch waiting for that friendly hum, oh shit there's only silence as for power there was none
You didn't put your friend on charge, now your horny and you're mad, you must try to sleep randy, I guess that's just to bad
THE KINKY POET
At the gates of heaven
I'm before the gates of heaven, I push them open wide, I put my tongue to the entrance and slide it deep inside
Her juices tasted heavenly it was the most delightful wine, I sipped it up so carefully she tasted so devine
My tongue searched her pussy, she had the most gorgeous pussy lips, I pushed myself in closer, holding her tightly by her hips
Soon we were in perfect symmetry I lapped her and nibbled at her thigh, she pushed herself into my face, she let out a loviing sigh
My tongue was running circles on her throbbing juice soaked clit, I was feeding like a starving man from her gorgeous slit
God I love to eat her pussy, I just love to hear her sigh and moan, when it's wet and shinny I take pictures with my phone
Pictures are small reminders, so I can look back at them and smile, knowing I was at the gates of heaven, if only for a while
THE KINKY POET