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 

THE FUN HOUSE SHOP

Welcome to THE FUN HOUSE SHOP come in look around there's no need to creep and hide, we're here to supply all your carnal needs, so wear your kink with pride

We have everything you want from dildos to nipple clamps, hell we even sell stay fresh wipes for when your warm and damp

Handcuffs we have every kind, some furry, some made of cold rolled steel, both will keep you in your place, it's just down to how you feel

Outfits we have hundreds, we sell very exotic and kinky lingerie, from soft Red lace to leather with studs, we cover every kind of kinky play

Role play might be your kink don't worry we've got you covered, from an Angel to a slutty nun or nurse we can even do a "Old mother Hubbard"

Bondage and bindings, whips and canes we've got floggers by the score, everything a naughty kinkster might need, who could ask for more

We've even got a sports dept, you'll find something that you'll like, we have vibrators that replace the saddles so you can get off whilst you're on your indoor bike

So come in step right up, look around you'll find some fun, you may start off being Vanilla but you won't be once we're done

THE KINKY POET 

From on top

She climbs up on top of me, she's taking charge tonight, she guides my cock into her wet pussy it always feels so right

She lifts herself up slowly then even slower she glides back into place, a wave of pleasure washes over me, I have a smile across my face

My hands grip tighter to her hips as she slowly starts to ride, knowing that she and I are one fills my heart with pride

I'm mesmerized by her gorgeous tits they bounce with every move, her nipples are hypnotic as the rise and fall so smooth

She ginds her pussy into me, her pussy muscles suck my cock, she blows my mind with her technique as we begin to rock

She moves quicker now her nail claw against my chest, ah pain mixed with pleasure it really is the best

I begin to breath quicker I feel I'm gonna cum I begin to thrust up hard my hands cling tighter to her hips and bum

She starts to pound down on me, we are now fucking really hard and fast, she's screaming out my name, I'm not sure how much longer I will last

Her juices mix with my hot cream as I explode in her deep inside, slowly our heartbeats begin calm as the excitement of our sex subsidies

She's slumped forward across me, our frantic fucking has come to a climatic stop, god I love the way she pleasures me, when she's fucking from on top

THE KINKY POET 

Kinky war

Clothes strewn about everywhere red lace crumpled on the floor, cast aside reminders of the kinky night before

Butt plugs and vibrators, hand cuffs and sexy nipple clamps, mixed amongst the debris some are cold but still very damp

Floggers, school canes, some many outfits designed for play, I love all the kinky stuff with you, what more can I truly say

The house looks like a war zone, it must of been some kinky night, furniture moved out of place, it looks like there must of been a sexy fight

But though there may have been some struggles but it was such kinky fun, we played our games right through the night, until we saw the morning sun

Showers and after care are done at the ending of each night, we lay in bed together where we hold each other tight

So now the kinky war is finished I'm exhausted dozing in our bed, staring at the ceiling, with poems racing through my head

THE KINKY POET 

Ignite my fire

A sexual lust, a hunger, a ravenous need, any word will do, all these things come to mind when I think of you

A fire starts down deep inside of me, it runs through every vien, then you're all I can think about, you occupy my brain

I imagine you in role play outfits, we are playing kinky games, maybe you're tied down to my bed and I'm calling you dirty kinky names

Sometimes it's a romantic thought, like we're picnicking in a meadow full of flowers, or I've got you across my desk and I'm pounding you for hours

Black leather dress, high heel boots and a whip you are the one who calls the shots, pain made in my fantasies, I love it lots and lots

You spread legs opened wide my head nipping up your thighs, you screaming my name out loud or letting out some pleasured sighs

So many ways to describe how I feel about you, so what do I call this great desire, lust, want, a sexual need, who cares all I know is you ignite my fire

THE KINKY POET