THE KINKY POET

Wild imagination

Is it wrong to dream of owning a incredibly dirty little slut, the kind of girl that does anything and who loves plugs in her butt

I lay here late at night doing things with my imaginary whore, having sex in every place then  throwing her down onto the floor

She would be there at my every call, or sitting at my feet, she would adore me in every way and think sucking my cock is a wonderous treat

She would love to be tied up, on her gorgeous body I would feast, she'd love me to eat her out, she would beg for my sexual beast

Her body would be my canvas my marks woukd be my paintings on her skin, each one is a masterpiece crafted by our sin

She would hover her wetness above me held at the perfect height, I would only need to stick out my tongue to feed on her pussy lapping at her wetness throughout the night

Rough sex and role play and of course she'd always be wearing soft Red lace, she does that just to please me as it puts a naughty smile across my face

In my imagination and in my dreams we share a mix of sex and kinky play, until the early morning alarm goes off and it's time to start another lonely day

THE KINKY POET 

Go for it

Tie me up and beat me it makes my juices pour like rain, then give me a moment to collect myself then let's go for it again

Get out my favourite flogger I love the way it leaves a mark, the mixture of pain and pleasure makes my passions spark

Get the wax melted, don't forget to make a tray of ice, the feeling of going from hot to cold is part of my kinky vice

I love all the different sensations, I love a paddle on the bum, even if I can't sit down afterwards it always makes me cum

Tighten up the nipple clamps, I love my nipples sore, call some degrading names, I am your sleazy whore

My body's here for your pleasure, I'm only here to please, I beg please cane me harder sir, you know I hate it when you tease

You might make me beg for mercy but my safe word you'll never hear, so try a little harder sir, just go for it my dear

THE KINKY POET 

Twenty-four, Seven

There's a little slice of heaven lying between your gorgeous thighs, I know that it is there but I want to see it with my eyes

I want to get up close and personal to your pretty Rose, I really want be close enough to touch it with my nose

I want to spread her petals, sip her nectar like an expensive wine, I sure she tastes delicious I'm sure she tastes devine

I want to make patterns on your cliterus and use my teeth to pull her lips, mix pain with certain pleasure, I want my head between your hips

Ì dream of seeing her glisten, to see your juices make her shine, take mental notes on the experience and put them in a rhyme

How I hunger for your gorgeous pussy,  on her I wish to feast, I'm so desperate to taste you, I'm like a ravenous beast

I think about your pussy more often than I should it's almost as they say Twenty-four, Seven, I hope one day you'll let me into your little slice of heaven

THE KINKY POET 

Stranger in my doorway

It's late at night I'm in my bed I heard a key turn in my door, I look up to see whose turned up but it's someone I've never seen before

Fear runs through me I'm stuck paralyzed in my bed, with all sorts of horror scenes racing through my head

Then the silhouette whispered her voice seemed to sooth my soul, she sincerely apologised for frightening me that truly weren't her goal

She didn't take a step closer she told me she has been reading some erotic rhyme and has been wanting to meet the author for a such a long long time

She told me how it pleased her and how she laid in her bed reading on her phone, with one hand on her vibrator playing with her pussy on her own

She gave me a full description of the things and toys she used, how she often fucked herself really hard, she liked to feel her pussy bruised

I told her to step in closer come let me see her in the light, she declined and said perhaps next time and then she just turned away and left me the night

Laying alone quite shocked how she got my key never entered my busy brain, all I could do was lay there wondering if I'll see her once again

THE KINKY POET 

Contented by your knees

I want to be a slutty boy, use me for your sexual needs, beat me bite me scratch me, until my body bleeds

Tie me up tie me down just leave rope burns on my skin, red sore reminders of this wondrous night of kinky sin

Take me out in public I'll fuck you hard in the local park, tell me what you want of me, your desires I wish to spark

I'll sit quiet at your feet whilst you chat with your kinky friends, you can share me with them, the fun just never ends

Give me to one of your girls I'll put on a dirty kinky show, I'll pound her how you want me too just shout out fast or slow

Take me to the very edge of ecstasy then say I must not cum, watch me squirm for self control until your fun is done

Pain and pleasure fast or slow, do with me as you please, once the evening's over you'll find sitting contented by your knees

THE KINKY POET 

Hi this was a challenge sent to me by Shrodingers Dragon. It was to write a piece about a sub males first experience with a caring gentle Domme.

I hope you enjoy it 

Thank you for the kind message about my work and this awesome challenge 

First Submission

I bet she can see me trembling as I keep my eyes aimed at the floor, I know I want to belong to her but I've never done this this thing before

I can feel her presence the moment she's in the room, it brings me a feeling of fulfilment and scares away any sort of fear and gloom

I feel her touch my head she lays her hands upon my hair, I feel a mixture of wild excitement mixed with a feeling of love and care

Her voice is soft and gentle as she gives me my daily tasks, I will do them all proudly, I'll do for her anything she asks

I will do my best to please her I want to be at her beck and call, to become her collared submissive I know I must give my Domme my all.

If she takes me to the bedroom I will do absolutely everything she needs, give her pleasure or take some pain, I will go wherever my lady leads

Once the experience is over, once we've both shared my first submissive time, with my Queens permission I will write of it in rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Eating out

Ok I must confess I have a ravenous need to eat raw, not just a passing fancy but something that's really so much more

I want to get between your thighs and leave bite marks on your skin, reminders of the journey that led to your awaiting chalice hid within

I want to part your soft pink lips see the glistening treasure that's inside, you could make access easier if you just spread your legs real wide

Slowly I'd put my mouth to your chalice my tongue would run sexy patterns on your clit, then I'd lap up your pussy's gorgeous wine as it flows from it

With each lick I'd feed on you this hunger must be fed, I feel you as you force me down, your fingers pressed against my head

My teeth pulling at your labia I give both lips a gentle tug, I push in a couple of fingers, they slide and fit quite snug

My need for you is building my body's burning with desire, lay down and spread your legs for me my love and quell my raging fire

THE KINKY POET 

Late night thoughts

God how I hate the late nights just laying quietly on my own, nothing to do except think of you and then rhyme it on my phone

Sometimes rhymes are loving some are so often full of sin, stanzas full of kinkiness fueled by my desires held within

I think of being snuggled up or sending gentle kisses down your spine, or passion filled wild sex with me sipping your delicious pussy's wine

You sat across me grinding your wet pussy into my face, me lapping your cliterus hard and tongue fucking you at some furious pace

You tied up on your knees, your lips are painted red, one hand wrapped tightly in your hair as I force you give me head

You running blindly through the woods me horny and on the hunt, both knowing once you're caught I will own your juicy cunt

Your body will be my playground and I'll be free to play, I'll give you sexy orders and you'll do without question anything I say

All these naughty things swirl around in my kink filled head, god I better write it down in rhyme whilst I'm in my lonely bed

THE KINKY POET 

Do it

I just don't care how you do it, just give me what I need, you pick the position I need to sate this sexual greed

The hunger inside of me is raging like a crazy wild bush fire, I need you to help put out the flames of my wild desire

You can tie me up or dress me up I'll do anything you choose, just give me sexual satisfaction it's a deal you cannot loose

In bed or over the desk hell just take me roughly on the floor, pound me until I'm exhausted then pound my pussy more

Get all the toys out, I'll do absolutely everything you say, just feed my ravenous hunger, just say that we can play

I'm aching for your manhood, it's such a deep and never-ending pain, no sooner than I'm sated I want you once again

So come to me straight away, let loose your sexual beast, use me and abuse me and on my lust we both can feast

THE KINKY POET 

A wasted prayer

In my dreams you're snuggled up, we're sharing a sweet embrace, I'm getting lost within the beauty etched within your gorgeous face

I can feel your skin next to mine, we share such body heat, entwined in such tender loveliness truly is a treat

Kissing your painted lips, feeling your curves through soft and silky lace, my fingers map a route across you, gently I slowly trace

You pull me on top of you, I push my manhood deep inside, I fit your body perfectly I began to slowly ride

Our bodies melded together our limbs make a lovers knot, we make love until there's sunlight, both giving all we've got

Soon the moments were over I awake to find again it's just a wishful dream, filled with a empty frustration I wonder do you hear my scream

How I wish my dream was real, how I hope and pray that you were here, I pray to find you every night but no one seems to hear

THE KINKY POET