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 

To be a better poet boy

Sleazy, dirty, nasty how I love and enjoy the kinky stuff, tie me up and beat me, when it comes to pain I just can't get enough

Use the flogger on me, let it wrap tight around my thighs, listen to my moans of pleasure do you hear my needy sighs

Get all you toys out, get the nipple clamps to cause me pain, even the thoughts of it excites me, I have naughty pictures forming in my brain

Floggers and paddles crashed hard against my bum, endorphins running wild through my brain explode has I start to cum

Hot wax and cold ice dripped across my burning skin, please leave marks on me, I want your kinky presents left upon my skin

Hung high on a beam, please bind my wrists real tight, use me anyway you want, I'm your body slave tonight

I'm desperate to be used, i want to be your very own sex toy, I love the pain and it inspires me to be a better poet boy

THE KINKY POET 

My needs

That's it babygirl slowly take your clothes off there's no need to rush, don't try to cover yourself with your hands, you have no need to blush

Let me see your body, I want to see every inch of skin, I want to run my hands over you, the thought simply inspires sin

My hunger for you aches inside, my mouth is desperate for your taste, I want to sip your pussy's juice, I promise non will go to waste

I want to mark your body, I want to bruise you with my bite, your inner thigh, your gorgeous tits, in places out of sight

I want you to ride my face, drown me in your delicious cum, I want you across my knee, I badly want and need to mark your bum

Hand prints that match my own, make it hard to sit upon a chair, reminders of my presence to show that I've been there

Let us use each other, let us fuck and play throughout the night, then let's get showered and into bed and then snuggle up real tight

THE KINKY POET 

Christmas eve with you

If we could share a Christmas I guess you'd be wrapped in soft red lace, would i unwrap you slowly or tear it off with pace

I would like to find you under my Christnas tree, or beneath the Mistletoe, waiting for a special Christmas kiss, so tender, soft and slow

We could lie on the big furry rug, whilst a log fire burns so bright, warmed by the flames of our passions, we wouldn't notice the snow tonight

Wrapped up together clinched in a warm loving embrace, the fire lights up the living room, the flames glowing on your pretty face

Phil Spectres 60's Christmas music fills the room with song, we look up at the stockings on the mantle piece, Santa won't be long

Did  you hear those sleigh bells, or was that just in my festive mind, I swear I heard them jingling, as Santa brings gifts to all mankind

Oh it's a wonderful time of the year how I'd love you here for Christmas eve, but sadly I'm alone in my bed and this is make believe

THE KINKY POET 

One night only

I'm being driven off in handcuffs to a place I know not where, I've been given to a stranger as a plaything and I can't wait till I get there

For the night I'll belong to a stranger, to do with me what he needs, my place will be to do his bidding whilst he does his kinky deeds

To have no say in the matter is exciting and really turns me on, I wonder how far away it is to the place, I hope it won't take long

To be a strangers sex toy for the night, sounds like it could be a lot of fun, to be used in all my hungry holes, my mouth my cunt and bum

I wonder if he'll have any toys I really love a nipple clamp, god I'm so excited I can feel my pussy's getting damp

I hope he enjoys me, this kinktastic stuff makes me feel alive, I'm nervous and so excited, I love a kinky mystery drive

Oh now I'm even blindfolded I now have no real control, being driven to a stranger house to be his one night only kinky doll

THE KINKY POET