THE KINKY POET

Your kinky games

Treat me like a plaything, use my body as your sexual toy, do everything you can think of I'm your willing poet boy

Tie me up and beat me leave your claw marks on my skin, I'm here to bring you pleasure, I feel no sexual sin

Share me with your best friends I'll do you both at the same time, it will give me inspiration to write a kinky naughty rhyme

So feel free to do all you wish, let your sexual beast run free, show me your sexual animal just let it loose on me

I want to feel your passions, share with me all your nasty desires, take me hard and fast my sweet, turn my sexual embers into a raging fires

I'll be anything you want my Queen, let me be your body slave, I'll do anything you want and need, let me give you all your crave

Take me use me call me any degrading belittling names, I want to be your sex slave, let me be involved in your kinky games

THE KINKY POET 

The feast

Run away as fast as you can do your very best to hide, so at least when I capture you, you'll know you did your best you tried

But tonight nothing will save you, I'm on the hunt for you, so kick and fight do all you like, there's nothing you can do

My sights are firmly set on you, like it or not you'll soon be mine, I'm getting ever closer, it's nearly feeding time

My hunger for you growing, I'm becoming more ravenous for a taste, I will eat every part of you, nothing of you will go to waste

I swear I'm getting closer I can smell you in the air, holding your breath won't help you, I still know that you are there

At last I have you cornered there's no place for you to run, the hunt is finally over, now it's time for sexual fun

I tear off all your clothes and lingerie I take you like a sexual beast, you are now at my mercy and it's time for me to feast

THE KINKY POET 

Wishing you were here

I had a wonderous dream last night, we were laying face to face, I was spellbound by your loveliness our hearts beating in sync at a steady pace

We were sharing secrets I said things deliberately to make you blush, we slowly began to touch each other, there was no need to rush

My hands mapping your gorgeous curves, you could see the hunger in my face, my touch slid across you, I felt you through your sexy silk and lace

You were wearing my favourite lingerie I have such a thing for black and red, it's like all my birthdays have come at once when you're wearing it in bed

Your nipples hard beneath the silk I can see them as plain as day, slowly I reveal them, it's time for us to play

My mouth searches out those places, the ones that make you moan and sigh, I leave little bite marks as I nibble up your thigh

I can see your ready for me, there's a damp patch on the bed, it seems you are getting impatient for me, you begin to guide my head

Your raise yourself up so my tongue can get in deep, I start to lick and suck your clit, you begin to moan and seep

Once I've made you cum real hard I move up to suck your tits, your spread your legs open as my cock rubs on your slit

I push myself deep into you, your claws rack down my spine, pain mixes with pleasure it is such a awesome time

Soon I explode deep inside you, your well fed pussy's got the cream, then I wake with my cock in hand and know its just a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Here is a piece inspired by a special friend who will remain nameless ( YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE...ENJOY).

Blush

I love to whisper private things I know that are guaranteed to make you blush, whispers I can't shout out loud but are said in a sort of hush

Perhaps just a cheeky snippet or a stanza wrote in rhyme, to tell you that your gorgeous and your body looks devine

Compliments sent from my naughty mind but still sent from my heart, simple reminders that you're gorgeous when we're far apart

I love to think my words touch you in a place I cannot reach, low down in your panties in a place I cannot breach

Your soft warm places where in my dreams I often go, places hid in private where only to the privileged one you show

But hey I can always dream, when I see the glimpses that you share, tantalising morsels oh how I wish that I was there

So all I can do is send cheeky notes across the void and hope they make you smile, to make your cheeks go red and flush as you blush for a little while

THE KINKY POET 

BDSM night

The bruises will slowly start to fade, the welts will last for a time, but at least I have them as sweet reminders of sexual moments that you made mine

Bite marks, long deep claw marks carved into my skin, I can feel them through my clothing reminders of our night of kinky sin

Wearing long sleeves to hide the rope marks where you bound me up last night, burning red with anger where you did them up so tight

Sitting gently on the edge because my bum is red and sore, flogging marks and bruises still stinging from the night before

I creep off to the bathroom so I can look at the bite marks on my thighs, I can't help having flashbacks it makes release some contented sighs

I start thinking of the names you called me they ranged from your Angel to a Whore, I loved it when you got rougher, it just made me want you more

But sitting here at work desk today all my spoils of war are well hid out of sight, no one would ever have a clue about our BDSM night

THE KINKY POET 

Bring the hurt

Now you've got me tied up tight let the kinky pain begin, you know I adore it when you bring the hurt and leave your marks upon my skin

Bite me and beat me pleae use me like your a whipping post, use my favourite flogger you know it leaves the marks I love the most

I love when it wraps around me, I sigh has it begins to bite, I love to feel the welts it leaves later on at night

We have a box of kinky playthings, each designed to bring me pleasure, each toy gives me delicious marks and memories I'll always treasure

Make sure everytime you strike me with a paddle it lands hard on me my curvaceous bum, the pain seems to calm my soul and it also makes me cum

I'm on the edge of sexual ecstasy you've brought me there with kinky pain, the excitement of you striking me sends endorphins to my brain

The next day I want to be able to feel, your marks knowing they will make me cum again, I get aroused simply by the dirty kinky memories now living in my brain

THE KINKY POET 

No space

You tell me you want my body as much as I want you, let's go and find a quiet spot and see what we can do

Maybe in a deep dark wood, or perhaps in a hotel room, I'd take you in a closet where we keep the mop and broom

We can find ourselves a private place somewhere we can fool around, somewhere no one can hear us a place we can't be found

What about an old graveyard in the middle of the night, no one would find us there, they'd be put off by the fright

There must be somewhere I can have you to myself for play, I only want some privacy it's not much to ask to the gods I pray

I want to shower you in kisses, indulge in some kinky fun, do the things I've thought of doing to you things to make you cum

So we've agreed we want each other, we just need a quiet space, my dreams would be truly fulfilled if your wearing  some soft Red lace

So for now we pretend to just be friends until we get a chance to fuck, I wish people would just give us space but it seems so doubtful with our luck

THE KINKY POET 

First fingering

Sliding up your inner thigh, I can feel you're nice and wet and tight but I'm gonna see how many digits I can slip inside tonight

I start with one finger I slowly make circles on your clit, then I use another to prize open your soaking virginal slit

One digits goes inside, I begin to move it too and throw, you begin to keep perfect time, you raise your hips real slow

In slides another finger, i place them together side by side, I feel your pussy tightening but now there's two inside

You whisper try another, I gently squeeze in three, you spread your legs wider trying to make room for me

You begin to shake and quiver I love to hear you moan and sigh, I know three fingers was quite a few but I'll give the forth a try

No four was a stretch to far, I'm amazed you managed three, I'm still humbled and honoured you gave your first fingering to me

THE KINKY POET 

Time is money

I knock on the hotel room, it's a place I've been before, I know this place very well, it's where I come to meet my whore

No time for messing I've put your money on the side, get you sleazy clothes off and spread your legs real wide

I know there's no kissing so I won't smudge your painted lips, to be honest the only pair of lips I'm interested in reside between your hips

I've paid extra for the oral, so get on your knees and suck, wow that is powerful you're worth every single buck

Take me deep inside your throat, I want to hear you gag and choke, I love the sounds you're making, it inspires a harder poke

You're naked and on all fours, I'm now doing you hard and fast, like two rutting beasts we fuck, who knows how long it'll last

My hands wrapped tight in your hair, my cock is soaked by your pussy juice, I'm calling you dirty sleazy names as the beast in me gets loose

With one more thrust I explode deep in you, we both drop flat onto the floor, now we cuddle and kiss gently, I love it when you pretend you are a dirty sleazy whore

THE KINKY POET 

Wanton sin

My hands run down your body, I cover every inch of you nice and slow, I've got a map of you in my mind, I know which way to go

Stroking you so softly only stopping at the parts that make you sigh, taking time to tease and please you on my way to your inner thigh

My finger drap across your painted lips, down your neck I trace, I hear your breathing quicken I see the anticipation in your face

Looming above you my actions portray my carnal desires, you can see the hunger in my eyes, they blaze with wanton fires

My mouth gets to your nipples, they're already hardened by my touch, I mouth your nipples roughly, as my hand nestles in your crotch

My fingers find your wetness, your eagerness is very clear, you reach up towards me and you pull my body near

My fingers enter you slowly, soaked by your wetness they glide straight in, there ends the slow seductive build up, now it's time for wanton sin

THE KINKY POET