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 

Mrs Clause

Well hello Mrs Clause you look so sexy dressed in Red, come sit on Santa's lap and give old Saint Nick some head

Come on tomorrow's Christmas eve I won't have time to fool around, I've got all the presents to deliver there's always so many I have found

I hope underneath all that red velvet and fur, you're wearing sexy red lacey lingerie, you know it's Santa's favourite thing and Santa wants to play

Come on Mrs Clause I'll do all the kinky things you think are nice, i maybe good but being bad is what I'm good at, I'll even do somethings twice

Kisses and cuddles under the lights of decorated our Christmas tree, I hope your laying under it Christmas day, the perfect gift for me

Dressed in nothing than a great big red bow, that would complete my fantasy, with gift tags on your nipples just adressed to me

Oh come over here Mrs Clause let me lay you on your back, let me have my festive way with, you can empty Santa's sack

THE KINKY POET 

I want you now

I pull hard at your blouse the little buttons start to pop, I could do this gently but I'm to desperate to stop

I can't wait for you to remove your blouse, I want to get to your lingerie, I need to get you naked, I want some sexy play

You can take your skirt if you can take it off real quick, I want to see your lacey undies and show you my throbbing dick

You in red lacey underwear is such a gorgeous sexy view, once I've taken pictures with my phone I'm gonna play with you

God you are so sexy, I love to look at and touch your tender skin, I love to spread your legs slowly to see the glistening pinkness hid within

My mouth goes down on your pussy, my tongue slides in deep and tight, I suck on your engorged cliterus, it's my favourite place to eat at night

Drown me in your juices, I feast on your pussy's wine, I lick up every single drop, I makes each drop is mine

THE KINKY POET 

Slutty whore

You are the most perfect slut, I'm so desperate for a lick, get off your panties and spread your legs, get it done real quick

Dressed up in  sleazy outfit, I can see you want to play some kinky games, I'm gonna treat you roughly and call you dirty names

I'm gonna rip your clothes off then throw you to the floor, I'm gonna take you in every hole, you cock hungry slutty whore

I'm gonna take you in every room, I'm gonna fuck you up the wall, everything you can give, I'm gonna take it all

I'll bite you and I'll scratch you, leave sexual marks upon your skin, welts left by my passions, found in our night of sin

I love it when you play dirty, I love to bring you controlled pain, I want to make you pussy gush, then do it once again

I want to leave you in a wet patch, fucked exhausted on the floor, who could ask for anything more than a night of fun with my slutty whore

THE KINKY POET

One night of sin

The waves of lust are rolling in I'm crashing against it's sexual rock, I feel lusts surging desires racing through my cock

I need you beside me I need to fulfil my ravenous lust, I need to feed upon you, to have you is a must

My blood is full of desire it's racing through every vien, your body's all I can think about, you've over ran my brain

You are all I desire, you've become my only sexual fantasy, come to me baby, come set all my kinky desires free

I'll do anything you ask of me, just tell me what you crave, just let me have you for the night, I'd even be your sexual slave

You in charge or I'll be the boss, I don't care who takes the lead, just give me one long night with you, please give me all I need

So I beg you please let me have you for one real naughty night, let me feel the warmth of your skin, fulfil all my dreaming kinky fantasies, give me one night of sin

THE KINKY POET 

Something new

Let's do something new today, something we've never done, let's go find a quiet spot and have sex underneath the Sun

Put on a Summer dress don't bother with any lingerie, pack a picnic blanket, then let's go out to play

I'm sure we can find a bush to hide behind or some clump of trees, we can have doggy style the picnic blanket will protect your knees

I quite fancy the thought that someone might see us fuck, it will make a nice change from us just fucking in our truck

I think I'm into voyeurism I'd quite like to put on a sexy show, perhaps we could try that another time, let's take this idea quite slow

How do you feel about it, do you fancy trying this kind of kink, if you're not up for it just tell me what you think

You're forever saying we should spice up our sex well this is something new, I'm really up for it but I guess it's up to you

Oh you're going to put on your dress, without any lingerie, so you quite fancy going out to find somewhere new where we can have a play

THE KINKY POET 

The hunger washes over me

The hunger washes over me, desires are running rampant through my veins, you're all I can think about, you were in my dreams again

You were spread above me I could feel your wetness on my lips, I held you down tight on me, I left finger marks on your hips

With my tongue lapping and flicking I probed so deep inside, my thumbs on your petals I spread your flower open wide

I could see your pinkness, your lips glistened in the wet, you lowered yourself on me, I was as close as I could get

Grind your pussy into me ride my hungry face so fast, make yourself cum with my tongue, I don't know how long you'll last

Furiously I lick you harder, I'm sucking and biting on your clit, I love to hear you moaning and swearing at me to eat your slit

I need to get you out of my dreams, I need you inside my bed, so I can eat your pussy in real life and not just in my head

THE KINKY POET