THE KINKY POET

Overcome

Heartbeats racing in my chest, again you're playing in my brain, my desires are going flat out, like a runaway sexual train

I swear time is going so very slow, I keep looking up desperately at the clock, I'm ravenous to have you naked, as I'm thinking of you I stroke my cock

The moment you get here I'm gonna throw you straight onto my bed, grab a handful of your hair and make you give me head

There's no point me getting the toys out, I won't have the time for some kinky play, I just want to fuck you raw, it's what I've needed to do all day

I'm sitting here so horny I'm twitching on the edge of my seat, I'm so fixated with having you, I cannot bring myself to eat

I'm sitting here waiting for you to arrive I keep looking at the pictures on my phone, sent by you to turn me on when I'm horny and alone

I feel you running through my veins I'm overcome with a sexual lust, I can't stop this feeling just to have you is a must

THE KINKY POET 

What rocks your world

So tell me what turns you on, what sexual secrets do you hide, tell the things you've already done what sexual things you've tried

Tell me have you done a bit of bondage, have you been tied down nice and tight, I want to know the fantasies you dream of late at night

Do you like role play do you like the thought of kinky dress up games, do you like to be verbally abused, do you like to be called nasty dirty names

Are you into pain, do you like marks left on your curvy bum, does the thought of nipple clamps start to make you cum

I wonder what's your thing, let me into the secrets in your brain, this is your opportunity to tell me, I won't ask this of you again

By telling me what you like I want to know what brings you sexual pleasure, I will never tell a living soul, your kinky secrets I will treasure

Share with me all the things you like I want to get our love making right, whisper your secrets in my ear, teach me what rocks your world at night

THE KINKY POET 

Red lace panties

So sorry about your panties but I was just fit to bust, all day I've been horny just full of a burning lust

Yes I know they were your favourite pair, you know I adore red lace, but sadly they're collateral damage I need your pussy in most haste

I was so hungry for your juices, my ravenous needs they couldn't wait, I'm sorry they were sentimental because you wore them on our first date

If I would have noticed yes of course I would've of took more care, I'm sorry now just throw them in the bin, it's in the corner over there

I feel kind of guilty now but let's not let their sacrifice go to waste, if I lay on the carpet can you just hover on my face

Let me eat your pussy it will take your ruined panties off your mind, that's it move a little lower if you would be so kind

That's it ride me hard oh yes do that bump and grind, after we'll go shopping and I'm sure more red lace panties we will find

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