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 

The things we share

I've got you in the spreaders, your wrists are bound up tight, you are at the mercy of my sexual whims, your bodies mine tonight

There's no point in struggling now with this scarf you'll have no sight, with headphones you're in silence, you'll have no clue on this night

The only way you'll know where I am is when you feel me touch your skin, you will feel my warm breath on your pussy as my tongue just dives right in

I move across your body, I kiss and bite my way up your inner thighs, I listen to your quickening breath, I hear your moans and sighs

I love being in complete control, there's nothing I can't do, I love to bring you pleasure, with the kinky things I do to you

Bite marks on your gorgeous skin, show the places where I've been, I only leave marks on your private parts so they can't be seen

Once the fun is over it's now time for love and tender care, I shower you and dry you off, I just love the things we share

THE KINKY POET 

Tonight's the night

Red lace lingerie and fishnet stockings, you are his gift for tonight, painted lips and hair done, everything must be done just right

You stand before the full length mirror you cannot help but smile, you know exactly how good you look, though it's been a while

For tonight you'll give yourself to him, your bodies his to share, you pull on your favourite dress, with such tender care

Soon you are in the taxi, your mind worried about tonight, nervous because it's your first time with him but it feels so right

Soon you are outside his house, you take a deep breath and knock the door, he opens it immediately then stares at you like he's never seen you before

Then a smile grows upon his face he says you look just like a Queen, a vision of a Goddess the type he's seen only within his dream

He gently takes you by the hand and leads you right inside, you can tell that you've pleased him by the grin on his face's so wide

THE KINKY POET 

Favourite restaurant

Your pussy's so delicious I cannot believe how good it tastes, my tongue will run wild everywhere not a drop of you I'll waste

Petals are glistening I have them with my fingers nicely spread, I can feel you grinding on me with your hands pushing down my head

My tongue working overtime running circles around your throbbing clit, my mesmerized by the pinkness of your gorgeous juicy slit

Each lick brings you closer, we race to a climatic end, I feed off you quickly, not sure when you're gonna end

We have perfect timing, we rise and fall with such synchronicity, feeding off each others reactions, given off by you and me

Juices running down my chin, my tongue desperately tries to catch your sexual wine, ravenous for the taste of you, your juice tastes so devine

Buried between your Cocoa thighs, to me is such a treat, your pussy's my favourite restaurant, it's the place I love to eat

THE KINKY POET