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 

Damn that man of rhyme

Lying in your bath of bubbles you're relaxed the water feels devine, your mind wanders to a certain naughty man who teases you in rhyme

His naughty words and verbal images are still running in your brain, you slowly feel the stirrings you're feeling horny once again

You lean back and close your eyes searching for his stanzas in your head, but find only snippets of you tied down to his bed

Him nestled between your thighs eating slowly from your Rose, his tongue lapping frantically, you're not quite sure how it goes

Slowly your hands begin to caress your curves your nipples harden to your touch, you feel your hands glide further down their destination is your crutch

Fingers part your soft warm petals your clits throbbing hard and fast, already you're excited you don't know how long you'll last

Circles running around your clit, mix with the dirty thoughts playing in your mind, kinkyness and pleasures of the sexual kind

Soon your hands are fucking you, how do you wish those hands were mine, damn that ruined a relaxing bath, damn that man of rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Sex magic

Tie me up in fantasies, drown me in erotic kinky dreams, fill my nights with ecstasy hear my pleasured screams

Feast on my body take your pleasure from my throbbing dick, do all the things you like to do, you know what makes me tick

Mix pain with sensual pleasure let's play with heat and ice, hot wax then ice cubes always feels so nice

Take me how you like, ride me hard or gently take me slow, put on some sexy lingerie and put on a sexy show

Use me and abuse me I'm your King you are my Queen, both moving in perfect harmony we are the sexiest couple there's ever been

Entwined like an erotic knot, our bodies move as one, gyrating and pulsing until together we both start to cum

The ecstacy of our orgasm as we both exploded and sigh at the same time, is purely a piece of sex magic, that I must now write in rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Such bliss

You are my dream time goddess, you are here to please and serve, I'm both humbled and I'm honoured you're far more than I deserve

I am just a poet a broken man who writes erotica in rhyme but in my dreams I'm perfect and you are truly mine

Somewhere in this dreamland the gods decided to smile on me, the conjured up a Goddess and sent to my dreams you see

Everything about her is perfect, she's like a work of art, a statue carved from marble a vision from the start

Perfect on the outside she's also caring and pure of heart, I can't wait to find her in my dreams, I miss her when we're apart

From her hair down to her toes, she's perfect what more can be said, I close my eyes and hope to find her waiting in my head

Waiting to hold me close, to share a gentle tender kiss, you are a gift from the gods my dear,  you bring my dreams such bliss

THE KINKY POET