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 

Just like Fifty Shades of Grey

Let's do something kinky, you know like Fifty shades of Grey, tie me to the headboard, I want to try some kinky play

You can be the man in charge, I'll do all the things you ask, you can order me sternly just give me a kinky task

Come on it will be fun, I got quite turned on whilst I read that book, read it for some inspiration, go on take a look

I will call you master, you can give me some sort of name, pick a name that isn't mine, I know it's just a game

Call me dirty filthy names, I want to be treated like a slut, I'll dress up in an outfit and I'll even take it up my butt

We'll have to get some lubrication though, I bet my arse is tight, make sure you do it gently, I think tonight could be the night

Let's try all the taboos god the ideas are making me feel so hot, tonight I'll be your plaything so show me every kinky thing you've got

THE KINKY POET 

A far cry

She never knew what hit her the moment she stepped through that door, she entered a BDSM virgin and left a kinky, naughty whore

She was tied up and beaten she cried out and begged for more, she was released from her biddings and flung onto the floor

People cued to touch her, both men and woman all took turns, doing anything they ever wanted, giving in to all they're kinky yearns

Every part of her was touched and used, she was a sacrifice to their wants and lust, she had bruises on her body and bite marks on her bust

The woman seemed more gentle some men were kinda rough but she was on the edge of ecstasy, she just couldn't get enough

After the night was over she was treated with such love and care, the marks faded eventually but the wonderful memories were always there

That was many years ago now she's a Domme with many submissives of her own, its a far cry from her kinky beginnings, when she was fresh and felt alone

THE KINKY POET 

Tongue foreplay

Drip, drip, drip your juices slowly fall upon my hungry lips, my tongue is lapping frantically as I take you in small sips

My thumbs are on your roses petals, I have them spread so wide, I've a clear view of your Pinkness and the treasures held inside

I'm sucking all along your lips, I'm nibbling at your thighs, it's lovely how you react, I adore listening to your moans a sighs

With each lap you rise and fall, your keeping perfect time, each of my licks are perfectly matched, your body's in sync with mine

My teeth are wrapped softly around your engorged throbbing clit, I pull at it gently, how I just love to tease your delicious slit

Your breathing is getting faster, i can tell you're about to cum, I push my tongue in much harder and begin to slap your bum

The mixture of pain and orgasm always does the trick and once I'm drowned in your pussy juice, it's time to ride my dick

THE KINKY POET