THE KINKY POET

Yummy

Oh I just adore eating pussy, I could eat it all day long, sucking and nibbling on a cliterus I swear you can't go wrong

Labias spread by my thumbs, my tongue pushed deep inside, get yourself across me and take my face for a ride

Tongue going like crazy, lapping, flicking, probing really fast, trying my best to pleasure you, no matter how long this feast might last

Sipping on your juices, I don't care if you squirt before you cum, I pull you down tight to my face, my fingers clamped onto your bum

Grind your pussy in my face, I want to be drowned in pussy juice, ride my tongue hard and deep, let your desires loose

Your pussy looks so pretty it's such a lovely sight to see, it's like a pretty flower, whose petals are spread for me

My tongue goes like a hummingbird, feeding on the nectar from your Rose, I never tire of the taste, my hunger for it simply grows

THE KINKY POET 

Christmas wish

Yes I've been a bad boy, I have had naughty thoughts all day, of you dresses in soft red lace and how I'd love to play

I'd have you tied up to my bed, your legs would be spread real wide, so I could see your pinkness and take a peek inside

Stating at your ankles I'd give you a little kiss then a little bite, then slowly work my way up to the place where I want to spend tonight

Slowly moving up your gorgeous legs, I kiss and nip your thighs I listen to your sexual moans, I adore your pleasured sighs

My thumbs spread your petals when I arrive at your soft  Rose, I'm so close to your wetness now I can brush it with my nose

At last I take my first lick, your juices have such a delightful taste, I take care how I eat you, not a drop must go to waste

My tongue flicks, licks and probes has it dances on your clit, you begin to rise and fall keeping perfect time with it

After a few orgasms wash over you, I slowly move up higher on the bed, kissing up your stomach on the way towards your head

I stop at your gorgeous tits I pull aside your red lingerie, my mouth sucks on your already hard nipples, I can see they to play

Sucking hard then slowing down my hards caress your tits with care then I nibble up your pretty neck and then finally I'm there

Alt last we are face to face, we slowly begin to kiss, my God you are so beautiful, you are my Christmas wish

THE KINKY POET 

Hi my fellow kinksters, I'd just wanted to wish you one and all to a fantastic Christmas and a joyful New year

Thank you for the support

Ron

Dinner date

Tie me down to the kitchen table, let me be your Christmas feast, devour me at your pleasure, show me your culinary sexual beast

Eat me from head to toe, leave bite marks on my skin, I want to be your plaything through this festive night of sin

Give me a good basting let me be your delicious Christmas meal, do with me what you like, show me that your kinks are real

I will be the main meal, I'm hoping you will be our dinners sweet, I want to have my way with you, I'm ravenous for your meat

Feasting on our bodies, who knew Christmas could be such fun, we can start on a Christmas eve and finish when the kinky Christmas time is done

You sucking on my cliterus, drinking my pussy's delicious wine, me worshipping your erect manhood, things will be devine

So I hope your starving for me, as for me I just cannot wait, at last it's Christmas eve and I am your dinner date

THE KINKY POET 

Christmas fuck

I hope I'm on Santa's naughty list, to me that sounds like fun, I'm hoping he'll put me across his knee and really smack my bum

Laying across his lap that big brass buckles very cold, it freezes my tummy but I do has I've been told

Knowing I'll get punished if I'm put on Santa's naughty list means I won't get any gifts but still I will persist

Because being gently punished is better than any gift he'd wrap, I'd swop any gift or present for a naughty little slap

He could tie me up in gift ribbons and put me in his big black sack, pick me up and carry me off, he can throw me across his back

I hope I get a special Christmas kiss, under the Mistletoe or near my Christmas tree, I'd settle for just one kiss but I'd prefer two or free

So I'll continue to be naughty, I'll be cheeky and push my luck, who know if I'm really bad I might get a Christmas fuck

THE KINKY POET 

Torn paper

Tearing off the paper, you used it to cover up your skin, you look like a Christmas gift, now I'm desperate to get right in

The sound it makes exciting it makes my heartbeat race, I wonder if underneath you're naked or are you wearing my favourite lace

God I've got real horny, I want to get between your thighs, there's only a few sheets of paper between me and my kinky prize

Now you are totally naked I've got you laying on my bed, just looking at your sexy curves start kinky thoughts inside my head

I want to sip from your pinkness, lick the petals of your Rose, get up close and personal, tickle your cliterus with my nose

Drown me in your pussy juice, let me sip your sweetest wine, let me thrust myself inside you and slowly take my time

Take you to the edge of ecstasy, hold back and not let you cum, tease you and please you, push a finger in your bum

So come closer now let's unwrap my sexy gift, throw the torn paper on the floor, I want to get you naked and I can't wait no more

THE KINKY POET 

Decorate the tree

It's time to decorate the tree, I've got parcels wrapped just for you, each wishing you a Merry Christmas and signed with I love you

All are done up in Christmas paper, I've even hand tied a pretty bow, I'm not the greatest at wrapping and the parcel that you've got will show

Obviously I can't tell you what you've got but I know you love a clue, so I'll give you some little hints, the rest is up to you

Some will feel soft and nice, some are solid steel and cold, some will make you look really cute there's some are just designed to hold

Some are made to vibrate, guaranteed to make you cum, some are made of shining chrome and fit tightly in your bum

I hope you love your presents I hope they bring you joy and glee, so let's get Christmas started, let's decorate the tree

You put on the lights and baubles, I've got mistletoe I've even made a wish, I'm hoping to find you underneath it so I can steal a kiss

THE KINKY POET 

This years Christmas list

Baby it's nearly Christmas time, have you been good or bad, Santa's writing his present list, will you ended up sad or glad

I want you to tell him all the things you've done the things that made you smile, don't leave out any details, though it might take a little while

Write about the kinky games, tell him of how I made you cum, he wants to know if you enjoyed my hand across your bum

Being tied up nice and tight, the pleasure of a nipple clamp, what gets you sexy and aroused, what makes your pussy damp

List all your favourite toys, tell him how you like to play, when is your favourite time for kink, then you're bound to get a gift on Christmas day

List out your favourite outfits, tell him what's your favourite lingerie, which ones are just for kinky sex and which are for everyday

Then we can leave the list under the chimney, with some cookies and some milk, I'm sure Santa will leave you some kinky toys and red lingerie of lace and silk

THE KINKY POET 

Stuffing the bird

At last it's Christmas eve and time for me to stuff the bird, I'm sure that's the strangest way of saying intercourse you have ever heard

Time to make her comfy make sure she's basted really well, making her wet and ready for me is important I guess that you can tell

Lay her down soft and gently now she's ready to be stuffed, we start off nice and slowly before going faster and quite rough

I love this part of Christmas, I adore kissing under the Mistletoe, then I get to devour her from her head right to her toe

She's truly all I want for Christmas she's all I need beneath my tree, dressed in festive red lace, gift wrapped just for me

I will unwrap her so slowly my eyes taking in this visual feast, she inspires my inner kinkiness, she awakes my sexual beast

And just like dear old Santa Clause I can't wait to fill her stockings full of kinky things, now I better get on stuffing my delicious bird and see what Santa brings

THE KINKY POET 

Cannot sleep

Is that the chime of sleigh bells to say Santa's on his way or the rattle of Daddy's shackles calling me to play

I'm sure it's father Christmas bringing me a present to go under my Christnas tree, if not it must be Daddy with a new toy just for me

I'm getting so excited I don't care either one will be such fun, both will bring me pleasure once this long Christmas eve is done

Santa's might be something cuddly, I wrote him asking for a bear, My masters might be a new cage, with a big lock to keep me there

Something from Santa clause or something kinky which one would I choose, both would be so awesome so I guess I cannot lose

Shall I creep down the stairs and see who's gifts are under the Christmas tree, I hope there's a big pile, wrapped up just for me

I know I'll get in trouble if I get caught but I could just have a little peep, Christmas eve lasts forever when you're excited and cannot sleep

THE KINKY POET 

The Twelve days of Kinkmas

On the first day of Kinkmas my true true love gave to me, a good flogging whilst being tied up to a tree

On the second day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, a pair of rubber gloves and a tube of lube before she penatrates me

On the third day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, a blow job whilst I'm watching porno on my T.V

On the forth day day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, her best friend for the night and instead of two we're three

On the fifth day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, a chance to do her from behind because I love doggie

On the sixth day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, a set of steel handcuffs and the key to set me free

On the seventh day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, her pussy covered in whipped cream for my tea

On the eighth day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, a collar and leash and a muzzle made for me

On the ninth day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, nipple clamps and hot wax for her to use on me

On the tenth day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, not just one shinny butt plug, she went and bought me three

On the eleventh day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, a chance to pick the lingerie that she would wear for me

On the Twelfth day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me, a naughty dirty spank across her sexy knee

THE KINKY POET