THE KINKY POET

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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 

Outdoor activities

We are alone in these woods I'm sure there's no one here to see, just take your red lace panties off and bend over this falling tree

That's it spread your legs, I've always wanted sex outside, I drop down onto my knees and push my tongue inside

My tongue laps your pussy, you push back into my face, it inspires me to lap you quicker, I eat your pussy at some pace

Your juices are running free, I have your wine running down my chin, now I know you're ready for some kinky outdoor sin

I stand up behind you, my manhood goes in deep inside your rose, I slowly begin to thrust, well you know how it goes

Deep grinding pushes, I reach around to stroke your clit, I love pounding you from behind whilst playing with your slit

Soon we are going at full pace, you begin to moan and scream, I guess it was because we were in the woods where she couldn't be heard or seen

THE KINKY POET 

Sexual sweat

Sexual sweat runs down my back following the claw marks in my skin, we were on the edge of ecstasy, the climax to our night of kinky sin

Both breathing hard and fast I hear her whispering naughty things in my ear, it inspired me to thrust harder, we were both now getting very near

Orgasms were racing forward, soon we would be done, each movement pulled us closer, both of us were gonna cum

Her claws pushed in deeper she racked them across my back, I was forcing my tongue in her mouth, we moved like we were on a railroad track

Perfect synchronicity everything was done together right on time, I knew about her every move and she moved in time with mine

Now we were at full pace, our passions were running wild and free, I was on the edge of ecstasy and you were thrusting up for me

With one last thrust we both exploded, exhausted we both had just cum, covered in our sexual sweat, we both watched the rising of the Sun

THE KINKY POET 

The sexual promised land

With a few strategically undone buttons, her dress slips down to the floor, she looked like a Goddess in soft Red lace but i wanted to see much more

Slowly she pulled down a bra strap, then I heard the clip go pop, she started to remove her lacey bra, I told her please don't stop

Soon her bra was with her dress, her gorgeous nipples were on show, I watched her run her hands across them it was done seductively real slow

Her nipples harden to her touch, she pulled each nipple and let out a sexy sigh, I was transfixed when she run her hand Slowly up her  inner thigh

Her thumbs hooked her Red panties, she pulled them to the side, she then moved her pussys lips so I could see her glistening clit inside

Soon she was naked she stepped forward and took me by the hand, she led me to the bedroom, we were going to the sexual promised land

Watching her undress for me, made my night, she made my heart pound fast and race, there's nothing in this world I love more to see than my gorgeous girl in soft red lace

THE KINKY POET 

The moment that you're near

Desires wash over me like the sea rushes to the shore, I'm desperate to have my way with you and I can't wait no more

I've been thinking of you constantly, you've been on my mind all day, naughtiness and scenarios of the games I want to play

From soft red lace to role play, I've had you locked up in a cage, there to await my bidding to relieve my sexual rage

I've been thinking about fucking you in a public place being watched by passers-by, you desperately trying to escape my clutches, our passions running high

You under my desk at the office, sucking on my throbbing cock, me taking you across the desk, when people leave a five o'clock

When you get home tonight make sure your panties are in your bag, or they will just get ruined when I give them a forceful drag

Nothing must not get in my way, god how I wish that you were here, I'm going to tear everything your wearing off the moment that you're near

THE KINKY POET 

First date

It all started with a single glance you shared across the room, you tummy had bad butterflies and your heart began to boom

Like a deer caught in some headlights you were frozen in your chair, you knew you should have looked away but you just couldn't help but stare

Your eyes were locked on him, you watched him move like a Panther across the floor, he asked have you seen enough from your seat or would you like some more

You felt your cheeks going red, the blushing rose up from your feet, now he was standing face to face, you could feel his body heat

He looked amazing his hair was perfect and he had a gorgeous smell, he moved in close and whispered a message, you swear it was a spell

He was all you wanted though it was a crowded bar it was like you were on your own, he asked could he have your number or better still could he take you home

All night you spent with him you both drank and danced the night away, he took you home in a taxi you kissed him all the way

He told the taxi to wait as he walked you to the door, he said he would ring and turned away but tonight you wanted more

But he said he couldn't stay and he would arrange something for tomorrow night, you wasn't sure if he'd call again but you really hoped he might

All day you waited you kept looking at your mobile phone, you were feeling quite down hearted, you began to sigh and moan

Then your phone sprang into life, he said sorry for leaving the call so late, after a few hours chatting he put down the phone after arranging your first date

THE KINKY POET 

Cream

The candles are lit you're in your bed relaxed and on your own, you flick through your social media then read my naughty poems on your phone

You get that funny tingling your heart begins to race, you're having naughty thoughts now, there's a smile across your face

You start to stroke your nipples they go hard as you pull and twiddle, you slid your hand down to your already wet pussy and have a little fiddle

The wetness lubes your fingers, they slide effortlessly across your clit, soon you are hungry for more so you ram them in your slit

Fingers doing what they do best, in moments they've found the spot, soon your in ecstasy, giving your pussy all you've got

Soon your eyes are closed your head is tossed back you slowly begin to cum, you try to make it last a little longer but you.know that can't be done

You reach over to your bedside drawer, you pull out your "Special friend" you push it onto your throbbing clit, your now racing to the end

Soon you're breathing faster, you're alone so you can scream, a wave of orgasm flows over you, as your pussy starts to cream

THE KINKY POET 

Maximum pleasure

Tell me your most favourite thing, what's guaranteed to make you cum, tell me is it a position or a good spanking on your bum

Do you like to be fucked really hard or do you like it soft and slow, do you like to be done from behind or changing positions as you go

Tell me your fantasies and I will obviously tell you mine, we could work our way through them all together, though it may take a little time

Do you like role play is character outfits one of your secret naughty things, is pretending to be someone else one of your kinky things

Do you like to be punished or tied down to a great big bed, perhaps you'd like me to kidnap you and force you give me head

Do you have a thing for sex toys, tell me your favourite dirty games, do you get off on degradation, would like me to call you names

There's no need to be embarrassed, it's something I need to know, so I can give you the maximum pleasure and my sexual repertoire will grow

THE KINKY POET