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 

My words

Each line is written to excite, they're filled with kink and lust, stanzas sent to get you wet, to please you is a must

Scenes written from my dreams, formed whilst I'm in my bed, scenarios of me and you, play out in my head

My hands running wild across your skin, fingers tracing every curve, tantalising and teasing you, I try to ignite your every sexual nerve

Kissing up your inner thigh, your flower is all I need, I'm hungry for your pussy, in your pinkness I need to feed

Thumbs spread your petals, my tongue searches deep inside, each time I probed your pussy, I loved it when you sighed

I hope when you read my lines your hands know just where to go, do you rush to please yourself or do you take it slow

I wonder how you build up the excitement, do you rush right to pleasures edge, or is there no rush to please yourself do you hover on the edge

I hope my words turn you on, I feel so very proud to be the one, who inspires you to touch yourself, I want to make your pussy cum

THE KINKY POET 

Man that you adore

You're pushed up tight against the door as he takes you from behind, you love it when he's rough with you, rough sex is by far your favourite kind

The weight of his body his breath rushing past your ear, you love him saying dirty things, you love to feel him near

His rough hands have been up your skirt, your lace panties are ripped off then thrown onto the floor, he's reached around to pull your cliterus, you squeal and beg for more

The harder he thrusts into you the harder you push back to get his dick, moving in perfect harmony you make sure you get all of his throbbing prick

Your blouse has been ripped open, your nipples have hardened by his touch, as you scream for him.to squeeze them harder, you just cannot get enough

He pounds you with passion, he releases his sexual rage, then he spins you around with such ease, just like the turning of a finished page

Now he's got you face to face, his tongue gets thrust into your mouth so hard and deep, his roughness drives you crazy, it makes your pussy seep

Once he's exploded in you, you slump down onto the floor, he turns back into your one true love, the loveley man that you adore

THE KINKY POET 

Monogamy

Sitting in the club that night, I didn't know my view on monogamy would change for all time, I saw her at a distance my god she looked devine

I just wanted her from that moment I moved to get a better view, normally girls can come and go it's true there's been a few

She glided across the dance floor men falling at her feet, her throwing smiles their way, she gave them out like treats

Then we locked on eye to eye, she walked to where I sat, she said she'd seen me staring and what have I got to say about that

I took a large gulp of air then I sipped a long draft of beer, I looked her right in the eye and said I hadn't seen you here

Do you like what you see, I saw you watching why didn't you come and dance, I said you were surrounded by so many guys, I didn't think I stood a chance

She simply took me by the hand, together we danced the night away, from that moment we were together forever she did stay

Never again would I play the field, I was from now on a one woman man, I love being just hers, I'm now a monogamy loving fan

THE KINKY POET 

Voyeurism game

Hiding in your closet it must nearly be your shower time, if I'm lucky enough to get a glimpse of you, it really would be so devine

I heard you turn the shower off, I can hear you're in the room, the excitement inside is building, my heart begins to boom

I push the door open a small way, I can see between the tiniest crack, your drying yourself slowly I can see you from the back

I watch the towel glide over you, I wish your hands were mine, go slowly girl don't rush the show, that's it take your time

God I can see your titties, my cock starts to twitch and throb, as you dry your long sexy legs, I can't help but stroke my knob

You stand there naked staring in the mirror, I quietly take out my mobile phone, I risk all to get some pictures to look at when I'm on my own

The click gives my hiding place away, you simply call me out by whispering my name, I got captured spying on you, there ends my voyeurism game

THE KINKY POET 

Favourite dream

In my dreams you're lying next to me, we are moulded into one, sharing secrets and kisses as we await the new years sun

Bodies entwined together our passions running free, me giving you all I am you giving the same to me

My hands tracing your body, I caress every single curve, my desires fires burning fiercely I feel you in every nerve

You slide yourself across me, you guide my manhood deep inside, you begin to move forward as slowly you start to ride

I feel you grinding down on me, your nipples harden to my touch, my mind goes into overdrive, the feeling is to much

Mesmerized by your movements, I watch your tits slowly rise and fall, I push up hard as you lower, I want you to take it all

You begin to ride me hard and fast until your pussy's full of my seedy cream, I awake with a throbbing hard on, knowing I've had my favourite dream

THE KINKY POET 

Makes my heart sing

Red stockings and Red lacey panties and you've got the bra to match, when you're in my favourite lingerie naughty thoughts I can't help but hatch

Thoughts of pinning you hard up against the bedroom door or taking you in doggy style on the living room floor

God Red lace does things to me, it really does the trick, simply thinking of it puts a trembling feeling in my dick

I guess it could be considered a sort of sexual kink, I just love the look and feel of it, I don't care what people think

Is it a sort of fetishism a kinky pervy thing for soft red lace, I can't even think of it without getting a naughty smile across my face

If I had my way you would wear red lace every single day, always at the ready just in case I want some kinky play

Well I just don't know how to put but red lace lingerie simply is my thing and the thought of you wearing it makes this poet boy's heart just sing

THE KINKY POET