THE KINKY POET

Got you

There's no point screaming we're alone There's no one close to hear, no one's looking for you, no one knows your here

Do you remember how it happened, do you remember taking that offered drink, I bet you feel real fuzzy, is it difficult to think

How do you like the cabin, were the ropes on your wrists to tight, I now own your body and I'll do as I please tonight

Don't try to get out the doors and windows are all locked, you can't even use your phone The signal has been blocked

So just sit there quietly I'll be back before it gets to dark, the thought of having my way with you, really causes my sexual kinks to spark

When you hear the car pull up you'll know it's me outside, I'm gonna take in the van and take you for a ride

I wonder if you'll be excited I know you get off on this kind of fun but can we just go back to our normal life once this game done

THE KINKY POET 

Change of heart

I understand it was a drunken promise, a stupid girlfriend joke, I don't care if it's her 50th I'm not going to give your mate a poke

How did I get dragged into this, how did you both get round to my name, yes I'm sort of flattered but I don't want to play this game

Listen you can ask all you like, you can ask me nicely or even plead, surely there's someone else with whom your mate can breed

Yes I get it she's your best friend and it's just a one fuck deal, surely you didn't think I'd go along with it, do you know how it makes me feel

I feel like a hooker and you're my pimp even though I wouldn't be getting paid, you can promise me anything you like, your mates not getting laid

Yes most blokes would jump at the chance to have a bit of spare, Yes she's very pretty, hang on what do mean you also would be there

Hang on, hold up it would be a threesome thing would you two girls do kinky play, now that makes a big difference, I'm in you only had to say

THE KINKY POET 

Come home early

I rolled past the bedroom I could hear you having a sensual moan, I was wondering what you were up to I thought you were on your own

I moved closer to the door I heard a voice whose it was I wasn't sure, it was definitely a woman but one I'd never heard before

Curiosity got the better of me, I cracked the door open and to my surprise, you were naked on your back with a girl between your thighs

I was mesmerized, frozen I just couldn't do anything else but stare, you had your eyes closed in ecstasy so you didn't know that I was there

I must say it was so exciting to watch you two girls put on a show, I felt a pang of jealousy as I wasn't gonna get a go

I watched for a little while took some sneaky video with my phone, then quietly backed out the room leaving you ladies all alone

I crept out the front door went and had a coffee and watched the show again on my phone, then a couple of hours later I pretended I had just got home

Over dinner I asked her how her day had been, she said her friend popped in for tea, I smiled and still to this day she doesn't know, they did a show for me

THE KINKY POET 

I'm yours

You own me for the evening so what do you intend to do, I'm here to do your bidding, just tell me what you want to do

You can fulfil your sexual fantasies do all the naughty things that you can think, it's your opportunity to try out your favourite secret kink

If you want me to wear lingerie I guess it will be red, or do you want some role play, just say what's in your head

Feel free to use your floggers, tie me up and bind me tight, take me has you see fit, I'm your playground for the night

Use me and abuse me call me degrading slutty names, this is your kinky evening so come on and choose the games

You can do anything for on this night I'm your dirty slut, take me in every hole I have, my mouth, pussy and my butt

So use your night wisely I'll be naked waiting in your cage, awaiting for your ravenous thoughts so unleash your sexual rage

THE KINKY POET 

And action ?

If I were in charge of your play, I'd direct you right through to the climatic end, I'd pick out your lingerie and you could even bring in your friend

I'd sit in my wheelchair watching you with her or alone on your comfy bed and direct you to do all the kinky things that came into my head

Your hair would be perfect, you'd have lips painted the darkest red, surrounded by your favourite toys so my kinky desires can be fed

I'd film every sexy scene whilst I told you what to do, making sure you enjoyed yourself, it must bring pleasure to you too

You laying on your back with your legs spread open wide, a wand humming on your throbbing clit and a dildo pushed inside

My commands would be followed, I wouldn't have to ask you twice, both of us really getting off on this kinky directorial vice

You eating wet pussy, your girlfriend would be doing the same, the thought of me directing you both having sex would really be insane

With someone or or just you, with a friend or on your own, we could then watch it on a huge T.V. via Bluetooth from my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Slut play

Tonight is play night, I've got a naughty game in mind, let's get the bedroom toys out, let's do something of the slutty kind

Go put on something sexy, make sure you're wearing Red lingerie, I'll get the toys out then we can start to play

Shall we try the new handcuffs or I could tie you to the bed, I'm gonna call your degrading things and make you give me head

You will do my every command, your bodies mine to own, I want you to play with yourself whilst I film it on my phone

I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast, as for romance there will be none, I will use every hole you own, before I get to cum

I'm going to use you like a slut but once the games are done, I will bath you and cuddle you, until we greet the Sun

THE KINKY POET 

Poets dick

Close your eyes and imagine my hands running across your skin, my head nestled between your thighs tasting the pleasures held within

My fingers on your nipples as the harden to my touch, my tongue lapping at you, as the ecstacy becomes to much

You reach down and hold my head, you grind your pussy to my face, your juices are like a waterfall you've soaked your panties made of soft red lace

Pushed aside not taken off, I didn't want to take the time but later once we've finished you'll now i will make those panties mine

You feel me move up your body you sigh as my manhood slides inside, you dig your nails into my arse as we begin to ride

Thrusting hard inside you, my cock drives in you oh so deep, my balls are covered in your juice as I make your pussy seep

Faster and faster your breathing gets you're just about to cum, you open your eyes for a second you can still hear a gentle hum

Your special toy has done it's job, full speed always does the trick, it's a small relief when you're on your own craving a poets dick

THE KINKY POET 

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Love and light

Ron

If I was not a poet

I hunted you down I wanted you, I really want you on this night, I want to have my way with you, I want to treat you right

You awoke a desire in me I feel a primal need in me, I want to own your body, let's set our sexual needs go free

I would take you hard and fast I want to pin you up the door, when you orgasm and call my name I'll take you scream again once more

Controlled but still caring, I'd make sure you were treated like a Queen, cared for but still ravenous, of you I often dream

It's awesome that you've found yourself to yourself you must true, BE STRONG AND BE BEAUTIFUL AND MAKE SURE THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS YOU

I would help you rebuild yourself, let me help repair your broken soul, to watch you grow and blossom, would truly be my goal

Oh if I was a real Dominant I would simply make you mine but sadly I'm just a caring man who writes of kinky things in rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

The magic poem

I'd love to write a magic poem that would make you want to play, a piece that's so erotic that it would make wet all day

Stanzas full of naughtiness with kinky quotes wrote down in rhyme, stuff that makes you want to touch yourself and dream your hands were mine

Every part your fingers touch take you closer to the edge, where every line of mine you read wants to push you off the sexual ledge

A poem full of scenarios that seem so personal like they were written just of you, picking out the kinky sexy things you really love to do

A poem that reaches deep into your desires, one that's like I must have read your mind, full of all your favourite things of the kinky sexy kind

Describing positions you love, a poem that leaves you wanting more, the one that once you've read it your panties are damp and on the floor

A poem that turns you on so much whilst your playing with yourself in bed, snippets of my magic poem are still running around your head

THE KINKY POET 

Wishful dream

The Sun rises slowly I guess it's time for you to go, I close my eyes tightly trying to make our parting slow

I feel us separating as we begin to slowly start to drift apart, you returning from whence you came, the pain hits me in the heart

My hand grips yours tightly but still you slowly slip away, I'm just left with the sweet but stinging memories of our night of sexy play

Each kiss still hangs on my lips, I still have your cherry lipsticks taste, the nectar of your flower in my mouth, not a drop of you went to waste

I can still feel the claw marks, I touch the bite marks on my skin, all left and made by you, from our night of kinky sin

My eyes adore every inch of you, I'm obsessed by every curve, looking at you in my bed, excites every single nerve

When I'm alone in my bed, I wonder if you hear me scream, I'm awake and on my own after another wishful dream

THE KINKY POET