THE KINKY POET

Morning hug

I'm laying here my body's aching, this pain won't go away, I'm craving my kinky hit from you but you're not here to play

Since you've came into my life no other girl will do, yes there had been others but none quite as good as you

I ache for your kisses I'm ravenous for your pussy's taste, please hurry back to me, come quick my love make haste

This desires like a fire it's burning me up so bad inside, I need to feel you in my bed, I want you by my side

Your gorgeous curves your sweet red lips, your beauty and your grace, I want to wrap you in my arms, to look into your pretty face

I look around our bedroom there's your clothes folded on a chair, they're just small sad reminders that you my love aren't there

I can't wait until you're home my sweet I'm like an addict without his drug, I'm desperate for a fix of you, I miss morning hug

THE KINKY POET 

Lower

Get a little lower I can almost reach your juicy wet clit, I'm so hungry for your pussy, I want to devour your gorgeous slit

Let my tongue dance around your lips, let me push it deep inside, I need you slightly lower, I just can't reach I've tried

I love to be close enough to see your gorgeous wet Rose, I love the awesome shades of Pink, almost on my nose

Sipping juices like a hummingbird, drinking from a delicate flower, my tongue moves at lightning speed, I swear it's going a million laps an hour

Drowning in your juices, you've soaked my beard and my face, I'm trying hard to catch it all, so I better pick up my licking pace

I don't want to miss a single drop, I adore your pussy's wine, she tastes so delectable, her pussy flavour is devine

So move in a little closer, let my mouth surround her nice and tight, then I can eat your pussy raw, I'm so hungry for her tonight

THE KINKY POET 

I'm hers

The shackles are snapped around my wrists, she clamps them nice and tight, helpless but excited I'm her plaything for the night

I glance at the table, I can see feathers, wax and ice, my mind now is running wild, those feelings are real nice

Nipple clamps and floggers, a large wooden paddle for my bum, oh a mixture of pain and pleasure is bound to make me cum

I must confess I was happy not to see a strap on anywhere close by, it's one thing that doesn't appeal, it's something I've never want to try

I have no need to worry, my mistress makes sure I feel safe and well, she knows me better than I know myself, she always seems to tell

Her aftercare is fantastic, she treats me with such gentle care, when I need any kind of support, I know that she'll be there

So I go to her dungeon willingly I love to please her when we play, I'd do anything to please her, I'm hers all night and day

THE KINKY POET 

I'll tell him after

I've made you your favourite meal, it will be ready as you come through the door, I hope you like my outfit, it's called The Sleazy Whore

I want to be your afters, I'm hoping you nail me to our bed, but first I want to fool around, I want to give you head

I've got on your favourite lingerie of course that is red lace, I know you love the feel of it as all my sexy curves you love to trace

I'll call you my Daddy, you can call me some cute and loving names, or you can treat me real nasty, I don't care when we're playing games

My pussy getting really warm in fact it's getting very damp, I'm trying to control myself my legs I'll have to clamp

I can hear your car on the drive, you're now coming through the door, I'm on my knees in preparation, you've never come home to this before

Once you've had your dinner, once we've had some naughty kinky play, I'll have wait till you've calmed down to tell you my mums coming here to stay

THE KINKY POET 

The flyer

I found a flyer on the wall when I was in the loo last night, it said "Ring me twenty four hours a day let me treat you right"

I'm not sure if I will ring it, I've never used a call girl before, I'm not usually the type of bloke who's ever needed to pay a whore

But tonight I'm feeling lonely and it's been a while since I've had a fuck, so I might give it a tinkle, I might try my fucking luck

It says she does everything, I wonder does she swallow when I cum, I bet she does the kinky stuff like take it up the bum

Maybe she does special things, I hope she'll wear some soft red lace, I hope she don't recognise me, when we meet face to face

Ok I'm gonna call the number, it won't hurt to give the thing a call, she can tell me what she does, I want to know it all

Well that went better than I thought it would, she's meeting me in my local club, she said for a extra twenty pound she'd let me take her out for grub

THE KINKY POET 

Yours to own

The cold steel around my wrists, the marks forming on my skin, the aches of kinky sex, the joys of a night of sin

The paddles the floggers and of course my favourite thing the cane, sending pain and endorphins racing through my brain

I love being beaten the pain brings me a strange sort of calm, I adore the feeling of no control, I'm enamoured by its charm

Take me use me, I'm yours to do with exactly how you please, tell me what you want from me, force's me to my knees

My pussy's aching for you please just put your cock inside, can't you see my throbbing clit, when I've got my legs spread wide

Everything I am is yours take me in every single hole, I'm hungry for your bulging cock, come own my very soul

Tonight I'm only yours my body's yours to use and own, once you've had your way with me take naughty pictures on your phone

THE KINKY POET 

A wasted wish

I want to own your body, I want to make your body mine, I want to have my way with you at any given time

I want you to be at my beck and call, so whenever I feel the need, there to give me a gorgeous place for me to lose my creamy seed

Close enough for me to reach out and feel your gorgeous skin, near enough for me to get my fill of my desired amount of sin

I'd have you wearing sexy outfits or silky, lacey lingerie, then you would be always ready, when I decide i want to play

Every moment of the day, you'd be willing to do all the things I'd ask, you would comply to all my demands and fulfil my every task

You would be my body slave, I'd have your sexy images on my phone, there to keep me entertained on the brief moments I'm alone

Do you think it's to much to ask for, is it simply a wasted wish, oh to have you all to myself truly would be bliss

THE KINKY POET 

All revved up again

It's late at night, I'm laying in my bed, I'm horny but alone, I know how to relieve myself the answers on my phone

I go to my secret folder, I put in the twelve digit code, I simply open up your pics of which I have a load

Looking at you pretty face, I can feel my heartbeat race, I skip through to my favourites, the ones of you in soft red lace

Looking at your gorgeous curves draped in some soft Red lace, fills my mind with wicked thoughts, you make my heartbeat race

My mind runs through scenarios, I'm doing you hard from behind, doing loads of dirty things of a kinky kind

Using yoy like a plaything my head buried between your thighs, eating your wet pussy raw listening to your means and sighs

Thank you for the inspiration now I close my eyes and play, soon I've relieved myself, what more can I say....but thanks

THE KINKY POET 

Brain full of naughtiness

I have a case of incessant lust, everytime you come to mind, I can't but help but think of naughty things ofa sexual kind

You being abducted, at night you're dragged into a van, drove off to a cabin in the woods by a dressed in black masked man

Or picked up in a club, going outside with a stranger for some fun, having to readjust your clothing after the naughty deed was done

Held captive in a tower, a sad Princess waiting for her Knight, him riding a White charger, come to rescue you at night

Bondage and beatings being my very own kinky sexy slave, there awaiting my orders, there to do all the things I crave

I've imagined you in a million outfits, from a school to a nun but you dressed in Red lingerie is by far my favourite one

It's difficult to concentrate with all these naughty things running through my brain, it just starts the moment I see you, when you board the morning train

THE KINKY POET 

You're in control

I want to be your lover, come use me as your kinky toy, tie me down and ride my tongue harder than you've done before

I want to bite your gorgeous tits, leave love bites deep inside your thighs, pain mixed with pleasure causing whimpering and sexual sighs

Your nipples hard and standing erect, I must give them both a such, I love to watch them moving as you sit across me and start to grind and fuck

I will watch the bruises start to form, made by my teeth clamped down on your skin, let my fingers find your wetness and push my fingers in

You have full control of me, you decide if and when I cum, I want you to untie my wrists so I can grasp your curvy lovely bum

Let me get right behind you, go on your knees on the bedroom floor, I really need to pound you hard, it's what's your pussy's for

I know you won't hand over your control, you will decide when you are done, then you step off me and untie me, then watch me wank until I cum

THE KINKY POET