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 

Please Mr Sandman

Lust, desire, passion it has so many names all i know it's burning bright, I have a ravenous hunger and I'm all alone wide awake tonight

Where are you my Goddess, I'll hunt for you inside my dreams, please Mr Sandman put me to sleep can't you hear my screams

I want to be with her, I need to feel her gorgeous skin, I hunger for her passion, I want to share a night of sin

Soft Red lace or tight Black silk, tied up tight or running free, just let her appear to me tonight, anyway will do for me

For she is the air I breath, she helps me make it through the day, imagining we're together imagining we are gonna play

The softest kisses and cuddles or a full on sexual war, just to spend sometime with her I couldn't ask for more

As I close my eyes I say a pray please Mr Sandman make me fall sleep, so I can go into the dream world to find the girl I want to keep

THE KINKY POET 

First one's on the house

The boys told me to try this club make sure i stay and watch the show, I asked the lads for a venue and they said this was the place to go

Sitting at a table the waitress asked am I expecting company or am i on my own, then she took my order as I waited all alone

Next minute the seat beside me was full, she said she was my hostess for the night, she'd fill my glass and fulfil my needs, she hoped that would be alright

Wow my mind was spinning she was a Goddess put on earth, I wondered how much this would cost and would I get my money's worth

All night we danced as gorgeous woman took turns to slid up and down a pole, she began to touch me through my jeans, she felt my excitement grow

Her body wrapped around our lips brushed but never kissed, she let my hands stroke her curves, I did anything I wished

She whispered let's go somewhere quiet, by now my throbbing dick was begging to be free, she led me to a room saying she's got a gift for me

Once alone she took off her clothes she made love to me with her painted lips, soon I exploded in her mouth she took it down in long slow sips

Then came the biggest shock I was expecting a massive bill, she said welcome to our bar and that's for free, she hoped i had my fill

Now every Friday after work I go down to the bar and sit in my favourite chair, she comes over and we spend the night as for the cost I do not really care

THE KINKY POET 

Black and Red

It's late at night I close my eyes you're wearing Black then Red, I obviously know I'm dreaming becuase of this quick changing thing going on in my head

Red lace then Black lace it's like all my wishess have just come true, a gorgeous lady in sexy lace wanting to play the whole night through

Staring at her pretty face she's has the most gorgeous soft Blue eyes, with dirty blonde hair and the cutest chin, this is a real surprise

She has a heaving cleavage she has my favourite sexy curves, her hair encapsulates her pretty face I'm excited in all my nerves

She slowly removes the lingerie I get a glimpse her hardened nipples, the colour is a kind of blush, I immediately wanted to suck and play with them, they look so really lush

Naked she's gorgeous I run my hands across her soft pale skin, I lay pull into my bed with me so the kissing can begin

Soon I'm moving down her at a guess she's  five foot five, I slowly move between her legs, it's time for me to dive

Her nectar is delicious soon we are making love all over my lonely bed, a wonderful dream I had tonight inspireed by you in Black and Red

THE KINKY POET

Dear TreasureMe, 

Thank you for an awesome challenge. LADIES your poems have been brilliant and I look.forward to reading many others 

It has however proved one thing......I BETTER UP MY GAME.

The readings have been brilliant. Thank you so much to you all 

I've had a brilliant day reading them. Keep up the great work

Ron xx

THE KINKY POET 

Poetry day challenge set by the wonder: TresureMe.   SEARCH HER BLOG TREASURE CHEST

The cage

Welcome to our place of safety we call this space THE CAGE, were dominance and submissiveness is frankly all the rage

It's a place free of biased where people are not quick to judge, where you can spill how you feel and never have to budge

Games are often discussed there's always talk of kink, you can share your secrets and not worry what other people think

There's reviews of the latest toys, gorgeous ladies show their curves, men are respectful they treat the ladies how they do deserve

For me it is my happy place, I get to write with all my wit and charms. I'm humbled and honoured by the way I've been accepted with such open arms

Ron

A gift

The door bell goes off you go and open your front door, there's no body in sight but there's a shinny parcel on the floor

After looking both right and left you see your on own, you are just about to pick it up when there's a message on your phone

You open the message app, instantly you start to smile, It simply said enjoy the gift, it was from someone you've known now a while

You pick up the shinny box you begin to undo the  big red bow, you feel a rush of excited anticipation but you take things nice and slow

The lid lifts off and it reveals a card and soft pink tissue paper, eagerly you glance at the card knowing you can read it later

Opening the tissue paper what's there puts a huge smile across your face, it's the most delicate soft lingerie made of Black silk and edged with soft Red lace

You hold it up to yourself and wonder how did he know my size, you feel it against your cheek, and imagine the look of hunger in his eyes

You pick up your mobile phone and message him he must come over for a real life view, perhaps dinner and a glass of wine just the two of you

In an instant he had answered, of course he'd come to yours, you just name the time and once you've shared a evening you'll allow him to write about it in a rhyme

THE KINKY POET