THE KINKY POET

Sadness washes over me

Laying here so sad and alone, it makes my poor heart bleed, sadness washes over me, for a true love I have a need

Someone to spend my life with a love to call my own, to share simple moments with so I'd no longer be alone

To hold tightly in my arms to be entwined in a sweet embrace, to smile at whenever I get to see a smile upon their face

To laugh with or shed a tear, someone to give a goodnight kiss, to have them there when I awake would truly be such bliss

Is it to much to ask the universe to send me someone to fill my empty heart, that certain someone who understands me and gets me from the start

I'm sure they must be out there I wonder do they hope for the same thing, are they looking out there for me wanting all the love I'd bring

Or am I grasping at a dream are all my hopes for love in vain, am I destined for a life of loneliness and hopeful thoughts inside my brain

THE KINKY POET 

I hope

Just give me an order, I want you to set me a simple task, I will do anything for you, all you need to do is ask

I give to you my submission I'll do anything you crave, I will be anything you require, I want to be your slave

I'll be there when you need me anytime of the day or night, to make sure you have all you need, to make sure all is right

I want to sit at your feet to feel your hand resting on my head, waiting for the moment you might desire me in your bed

I'll play any scenario use the toys exactly as you say, I'll take pain or give it, depending on the game we play

I'll walk beside you in public I will never speak out of turn, to follow your instruction is the only thing I really yearn

So accept me as your submissive, when you need me simply holler, I'm hoping one day I'll be yours and you'll buy me a special collar

THE KINKY POET 

I love to feel your body quake

I want to shower you with kisses, as if they were a warm and gentle rain, and once I'd covered every inch of you, I'd want to start all again

I'd love to wrap my arms around you feel your body against my skin, run my hands between your thighs and find the wetness that invites me in

I'd kiss all down your go6 neck, I'd trace a map with my hungry lips, only stopping to suck your nipples on my way to the heaven that resides between your hips

I feel your hands on my head as you guide me to my prize, my tongue hurriedly want to taste you but I know that's no surprise

I'm so desperate to taste your wetness, I'm eager to sip your pussy's wine, I'm mindful to lap up every drop, the taste of your juice simply is devine

With each lap you raise yourself to make sure my tongue reaches deep inside your Rose, I'm so deep with every push i make your cliterus dances on my nose

I feel your body quiver as you drown me in your sex you shake, I quietly smile a naughty smirk to myself how I love to feel your body quake

THE KINKY POET 

I love it nice and rough

Pinned down over the glass table, I have you under my control, I'm going to have my way with you, to nail you is my goal

Lace pantie were no defence I've forced your legs real wide, the moment my helmet touches you, I ram it deep inside

Thrust after thrust I pound you hard, your pussy's nice and tight, in my mind i have a plan to ruin all your holes tonight

You can hear me growling, my words are harsh and so intense but my desire for you are growing wild, my need is so immense

I pull out and drag you up by your hair I force you to your knees, I push my cock past painted lips and hiss "suck my dick you tease"

I have handfuls of your gorgeous hair, you gag with every thrust, I love to push my dick fully in, my balls on your chin's a must

You suck my cock so beautifully, soon I feel I want to cum, I throw you back over the glass table because I want to finish in your bum

One more ram we both climax, we both have had enough, you wrap your arms around me we kiss then you whisper " I love it nice and rough".

THE KINKY POET 

My sighs

Wrap yourself around me, hold me tight in your embrace, share your body with me, as we're laying face to face

Let me stare into your eyes, let me get lost within your gaze, mesmerized by your beauty, I'm lost in a desires haze

Press your lips against mine, let us share a tender kiss, let our tongues entwine in passion, let me feel your sexual bliss

Bodies moulded into one, its hard to tell where does mine begin, blended in pure ecstasy, mixed into carnal sin

My hips roll me into you, with each roll I start to pound, as I fall you raise your hips and you let out a little sound

A little moan of pleasure I swear I heard you call my name, this inspires me to pound harder, I guess that was your aim

Pulled into your sweet embrace, I find heaven between your thighs, soon I cannot control myself as I explode it's you who hears my sighs

THE KINKY POET 

The offer

What would you do to me if I gave you complete control for just one night, would you handcuff me to the bed or tie me up real tight

What sexual position would you have me in perhaps from behind whilst I'm on all fours, over a desk or pushed up against a wall, the choice would just be yours

Perhaps you'd want me dressed up in a character or wearing your favourite lace, we could have sex in a public place, that would make my heartbeat race

We have a million different sex toys, you can take me up the bum, using paddles, whips and nipple clamps always makes me cum

Would you invite a friend along, I've a few girls who'd love to play, you could tell us what you want to see and take pictures whilst we do everything you say

Perhaps you'd like to throw me to the floor, be degrading and treat me rough, pound me has hard as you can until I say I've had enough

So what would you do if you had control, if I had to say yes to all you ask, what would you want to start off with, what would be your first sex task

Think about this offer carefully you want to get things right, you'll never know when the offer may come, it might come your way tonight

THE KINKY POET 

Sex war

Exhausted and breathing hard, lying amongst clothes strewn across the floor, remnants of kinky sex, what's left from last night's war

Memories flash before my eyes, of you wearing soft Red lace, thoughts of all the kinky toys, makes my heartbeat race

My body aching from the war, bruises and claw marks fresh upon my skin, I can still feel the bite marks made during our night of sleazy sin

But every ounce of pain was worth it, each one was born from a kinky lust, rope marks and grazes, all made with love and trust

I look down as you look up, whilst your head's was resting on my chest, I can see that you're satisfied, its the look I love the best

Now the kinky war is over so now has ended the night of pleasure, I'll drift off to sleep still smiling, it's another night I'll treasure

In the morning we have breakfast, we discuss last nights kinky time, later on in a quiet moment I put the awesone evening into rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Fires of lust

The fires of lust are burning so deep inside my soul, I hunger to touch your body, to feed on you is my only goal

This ravenous hunger growing I'm losing all myself control, I want to own your body, I need you to be my sexy, kinky doll

To have you fulfil all of my desires, I need you to give me all I crave, you must be my plaything, become my kinky sexual slave

Mesmerise me with your gorgeous eyes, with your curves you just ensnare, lead me into a night of ecstasy, I'll follow your gorgeous curvaceous body anywhere

I'm ravenous to taste your pussy, I want to sip from your perfect Rose, then I want to share your body, my hunger grows and grows

Desires are running rampant, I've only dirty thoughts in mind, each one full of sexy naughtiness of the most kinky kind

Come to me this evening please comply to all my wishes, slide into my bed in soft Red lace and smother me in kisses

THE KINKY POET 

Halloween fun

Halloween is on its way, what dress up outfit will you wear, will you be s sexy Witch with a wig of bright green hair

Will you be dressed as Jason hidden behind a hockey mask, will you have a machete and have senseless killing as your task

Maybe a scary kinky nun, with a short habit and dark made up eyes, in a short sexy habit I'd get glimpses of your thighs

Perhaps Michael Myers dressed in a boiler suit and a great big knife, stalking people in your neighbourhood causing fear and strife

I know you could be Chucky, in a bib and brace, with crazy hair of red, hiding with a huge knife laying quietly under someone's bed

You would make a awesome Annabelle in a pretty lacey dress, that would freak me out a bit she really scares me I must confess

Then of course there's Freddy, the man with a razor-sharp glove, he visits in your scariest nightmares and who is my first horror love

So pick your favourite Halloween outfit, put on your mask or paint your face, go out and freak out people but when you come home be wearing lace

THE KINKY POET 

Still blind

Looking at your sexy pictures I feel my manhood grow in size, lust runs wildly through my veins it comes as no surprise

My eyes map every inch of you, there's some parts I cannot see, I pray one day you'll trust me enough to show those parts to me

All your delicious curves, at last they would be in pictures on my phone, glimpses of you for me to desire in the dark when I'm on my own

On show would be everything your body would be mine for just a while, even the very thought of seeing all of you, I instantly start to smile

Within those special picture, I get to see the places I've only seen within my dream, if ever I got to see you in the flesh I'm sure you would make me cream

My desires would just explode, my need to see you would be so very great, then I'd write it down in a sexy rhyme, it seems to be my  fate

I'm fated to adore you in my dreams, they project pictures deep inside my mind, I close my eyes to see the dream photo's, has to the real ones I'm still blind

THE KINKY POET