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 

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