THE KINKY POET

My happy place before I was paralyzed 

Thanks Jack for the Challenge 

Love and light T.K.P 

Torn panties

Your body crashes against the door, my hands around your throat real tight, you will obey all my commands I now own for the night

I rip open your blouse, the buttons fly off with a pop, once my sexual beast has been let loose there's no way I can stop

You're wearing Red lace lingerie, my hungers at its peak, I push your torn panties into your mouth, it makes it hard to breath or speak

Soon your bras on the floor I'm leaving bite marks on each tit, I force your legs open and push my fingers in your slit

The mixture of pain and pleasure makes you sigh and moan, your naked and I'm taking videos of me using you on my mobile phone

I throw the phone on the chair, I spin you so now your face is at the door, I slide my cock into your soaking hole and call you my hungry whore

Pounding you hard from behind you shake as you start to cum, with every thrust I crash into you, I put a hard slap across your bum

I explode deep inside you, I fill your pussy with my seed, it looks like I owe you new clothes and lingerie after taking all I need

THE KINKY POET 

The perfect gift

A man will bring his lady flowers this gift might make her smile, sadly the will wilt and die as they only last for a short while

Then there's soft and cuddly toys, he might send her a Teddy bear, to give her something to cuddle at night when he can't be there

Jewellery is always a nice touch, a necklace or a ring, it shows an amount of forethought to plan that sort of thing

Lingerie is a great idea, but if he's honest it's not a gift for you, that's something he'd get to please himself if he was being true

Hand written personal poetry, declaring his feelings in a rhyme, it shows that he's thinking of you and you'll have it for all time

Is there the perfect gift the one that will leaver her jaw dropping to the floor, something that beats every gift that's she's been given once before

I believe there truly is and it's your understanding and your time, being caring and considerate will beat anything in this rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

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