THE KINKY POET

The dead of night

Kissing in the dead of night, our hands guide us through the dark, we've been here a million times before, desire is the spark

No need to see each other, we have maps inside our heads, we know each other intimately we've shared each others beds

Moving with such confidence our bodies blend as one, knowing how to bring each other sexual pleasures guaranteed to make each other cum

I know all your sexual buttons and of course you also know mine, this can only come with the experience that comes with test of time

With many years together we move perfectly in time we go with the ebb and flow, knowing when its time to pick up the pace or just take things nice and slow

Like the two sides of the same coin, together we make the coin a whole, sharing everything together we own each other, body, mind and soul

So though we are kissing in the dead of night, we both know exactly what to do, because you know me perfectly the same way that I know you

THE KINKY POET 

A million miles away

You're sitting at your workspace you've got naughtiness on your mind, good job your coworkers can't see they're of the kinky kind

You shift your sundress up a little higher, you're sure no one can see, you slide your phone between your thighs and take some pics for me

If you zoom in closer your can see a damp patch on the lace, you know this is guaranteed to put a smile across my horny face

Now you've done the pics you want to do much more, you start sending dirty, flirty messages signed with love from your kinky whore

You know far away I'm reading your notes and your pictures have turned me on, you receive a quick reply from me simply saying "Go on"

You now peeked my interest you know I now require more, you close down the current spread sheet you're working on and head towards the door

You go into a rest room cubicle, slide out of your pretty dress, you video you playing with yourself, knowing that it will so impress

Close ups of your fingers as you push them deep inside, you capture the moment your cream yourself and let slip some little sighs

You blow kisses down the screen, you turn around and do a little twerk, you switch off the video and get yourself back to work

Now I'm sitting at my desk horny and million miles away, wishing I was in that cubicle so together we could play

THE KINKY POET 

Looking on

Make sure you don't miss a spot, how I love to watch you shower, no matter what I've done all day this is by far my favourite hour

You always undress slowly I love it when you stroke your skin, it always makes my pulse start to race and my mind run off to sin

Then you start to shower, I always get the perfect view, I wish I was the bubbling water running so freely over you

Or I'd love to be the big pink sponge, the one you use to make you clean, going across your gorgeous body, oh I guess a boy can dream

If I'm really very lucky you might need to have a pussy shave, then I get to see you spread your legs, it's the thing I really crave

Knowing how smooth your Rose will be once the shave is done, makes me want to touch myself, now I really need to cum

I take a few special pictures, I wish you knew what you do to me, your finished now so I must go before you catch me watching from this tree

THE KINKY POET 

Can't win them all

I'm feeling so horny I'm ravenous, it's time for me to hunt, somewhere out there's waiting is a wet and juicy cunt

No time to be polite, my hungers burning deep inside, I need to quell the fire, I need a pussy that's opened wide

Walking down this busy avenue, it's hard for me to choose, so many unsuspecting pussy's I really cannot lose

There she is bless her all alone sitting on the cafés seat, I'll just go and introduce myself, she looks like easy meat

I walk up real close beside her, I flash my winning smile, she continues to read her book and ignores me for a while

Finally she looks up, I lay out some cheap and sleazy line, something about her beauty and how she looks devine

She just stares at me aimlessly then says I'm not her type, she prefers other girls and I should not believe my hype

She goes back to her pages, as I crawl off I hear her laugh, I guess you just can't win them all, I go home and take a bath

Soaking in my bathtub licking my wounds because my plans got shoot down in flames, maybe being a total arse hole won't help me in loves romantic games

THE KINKY POET 

Somewhere in a dream

Is it wrong to want your body even though you are a dream away, I could live between your legs and feed on you all day

Bury my head into your moistened pussy, run my tongue around your clit, sipping from your Chalice I adore your soaking slit

I dream I'm snuggled in behind you, my throbbing cock slid in from behind, as I push forward you push back, we share a slow deep sexual grind

Kisses rain down on your neck, my hands reach around to cup your tits, playing with your hardened nipples I pinch them for a bit

My mouth moves close to your ear, I whisper some kinky sexy lines, snippets of erotic poetry, that I've used within my rhymes

The excitement is building you whisper you want me to make you cum, I feel your pussy exploding as my bollocks hit your bum

One more thrust I'm cumming I fill your pussy with my cream, I awake to find I'm all alone because you live somewhere in a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Set me free

I kneel down to show submission I am yours and yours alone, I will do all you ask of me, to you I wish to own

Guide me with a firm but gentle hand, put my frantic mind at ease, collar me, make yours, I only live to please

Let me be there for you, I want to be at your beck and call, give me any task you like, I will fulfil them all

Teach me total obedience it's only you I wish to serve, let me be your one and only, I will treat you exactly how you deserve

I will treat you like a Goddess, you will feel just like a Queen, I will become the best submissive and try to be the best there's ever been

I pray you see past all my faults and can see the submissive I could become, I promise to work hard every day until my quest is done

So look deep into my soul, see the submissive deep inside of me, lead me on my journey, set the submissive in me free

THE KINKY POET 

Pictures of you

Stand there naked before me, put your hands beside your thighs, I'm going to map your body, you are a feast for my hungry eyes

Every single inch of you, there must be no part hidden from my view, show me all the places you hide from me, I want to see every part of you

All your delicious curves, show me the pinkness of your Rose, everything from your gorgeous tits to your pretty nose

I want you to turn around slowly so I can take pictures from every side, I want to see all of you, in my imagination I have tried

Once you've shown me all of you and I've got all the pictures on my phone, I will use them to inspire poetry when I'm on my own

Fill stanzas about your beauty, lines telling the world I adore your curves, saying how you turn me on and awaken every sexual nerve

Proclaim to the world you're gorgeous, tell them you are my Queen, sadly these are just wishful thoughts but even a broken poet must have his dream

THE KINKY POET 

Ring her in a while

Who knows when it may happen, a sideways glance on a train, you get that funny feeling has endorphins flood your brain

Why have not noticed feeling you've seen that girl before, you remember sitting next to her but this time she's shocked you to the core

You try to stop staring but you can't help but be drawn to her eyes, you start to map her gorgeous curves, you're now staring at her thighs

Well it's hard not to look at her, the skirts really tight and short, I'm glad she reading her magazine or I just might get caught

Oh my she just looked up, she has gorgeous lips that are painted red, God man get a grip of yourself try to shake her out you head

She is a Goddess and I'm nothing but a mere poetic man, I know I should try to talk to her but there's just no way I can

The train comes to a standstill as she passes, me a hand written note, it's said please be brave and ring me, I got a lump inside my throat

Still unable to say a word, all I could do was put on my widest smile, she smiled back at me sweetly, I hoped that would be enough and I'd ring her in a while

THE KINKY POET 

The Goddess connection

I'm sitting quietly at her feet, my eyes fixed firmly to the floor, I'm in the presence of my Goddess, no slave could ask for more

Waiting patiently by her side, awaiting to do anything she asks, there to do her bidding, to carry out any kind of tasks

From bathing her so tenderly I love to brush her hair, to fetching her meals for her, to treat her with love and care

I carry her shopping for her, I'm honoured to be seen with her on the street, just to be right by her side truly is a special treat

I'm her submissive her confidante, often I'm her body slave, there to bring satisfaction, to bring her all that she might crave

She never tells me what to do, I just follow where she leads, she guides me with her body, I seem to know what my Goddess needs

We have a connection, it's almost like we're linked inside our mind, it's such a rare and beautiful thing and so incredibly hard to find

THE KINKY POET 

My wildest wish

If I owned your body for a whole night and then the entire day, I wonder what are the kinky things I'd do and what games we would then play

First I'd choose a sexy outfit, underneath you'd be wearing lace in red, I'm not sure if I'd go all demure or have you in a slutty look instead

Both would be very accessible, I'd want to able to touch and see your curves, just thinking of you dressed up for play excites all of my erotic nerves

Scenarios of abduction, hunting and bondage in the extreme, floggings and dungeon play and every kinky game of which I dream

Kissing for hours eating your glistening pussy until its raw, treating you like my one and only Queen, then like a dirty slutty whore

We'd go out for dinner, we'd laugh and share a bottle of expensive wine, I'd tell you how beautiful you look and how your perfume smells devine

Pictures as reminders kept hidden on my mobile phone, there to inspire sensual poetry, when I'm writing on my own

A million different games to play but if you asked which one I'd like the best, I'd choose to have you here beside me, with your head resting on my chest

THE KINKY POET