THE KINKY POET

The end of play

Let's try a role playing game today, you tell me what to wear, you pick the scenario, choise anything I don't really care

I just want to get dressed up, you know have some kinky fun, I just want to be left used and abused once the day is done

Any ideas what you want me to wear, what character shall I be, a nun, a whore a school girl, I prisoner who can't get free

Get out the kinky toy box, use some scarfs, rope or chain, let your imagination run wild today, set free what's in your brain

Maybe I can dress up as your boss, under my suit I'm wearing Red lace lingerie, I can give you orders to fuck me and you'll do everything I say

Perhaps you could get dressed up like a doctor, get me on your examination table legs spread wide, we have one of those head torches, so you can take a good look deep inside

I could be a policewoman, push you up hard against the door, I could frisk you in the normal way and that woud lead to so much more

Handcuffs and a interrogation,  I'd beat you until you tell me all i ask or I could dress up as your sex slave and perform each and every sleazy task

Tell me what you want me to do, I'd be a obedient kinky slave, just to be used me and abused at the end of the play is the only thing I crave

THE KINKY POET 

Across the universe

I want to reach across the universe and feel your gorgeous skin, slide myself between your thighs and find the wetness that hides within

Run my hands all over you make a mental map of all your curves, use all my skills to awaken all your sexual nerves

I want to take you to sexual oblivion on my runaway sexual train, give you the type of orgasm that would simply melt your brain

Run my tongue all over you, at your sacred Chalice I would feed, lapping, sipping, thrusting, until I've taken all I need

Pull you across me so I can watch you whilst we fuck, after I've given you my throbbing manhood for you to slowly suck

It's seems a cruel and wicked twist of fate, that you're so far away but one day we may meet face to face, for that chance I wish and pray

But sadly you are so far away and I can only reach you when I sleep, I close my eyes so tightly hoping into my dreams you'll creep

THE KINKY POET 

Cheeky wink

I'm thinking of your gorgeous pussy, it's has pretty has a rose, I'd love to have it hovering just above my nose

With her pretty petals glistening I'd love to see her shine, how I wish she was in my bed, I'd love to make her mine

I'd slowly kiss along her lips, run my tongue in circles on her clit, once she was nice and wet, I'd slide my fingers deep into the slit

Collecting all her juices, I'd suck off her pussy's sweetest wine, making sure I don't spill a drop, her taste is so devine

So come to my bed tonight, please let me spread your legs real wide, let me nip inside your gorgeous thighs and push my tongue inside

My mind is racing wildly, it's going like a runaway sexual train, if I close my eyes I see it, I've got your pussy on my brain

Pretty soft and wonderful at every waking moment of her I just think, i swear even in my dreams, she gave me a cheeky wink

THE KINKY POET 

Lustful feelings 

Lustful feelings wash over me the instant you come to mind, dirty, naughty, sleazy thoughts of the kinky kind

Bondage and spankings you dressed in soft Red lace, me entering you slowly before I begin to pick up pace

Scenarios and outfits so we cam play out some kinky games, speaking to you roughly and dirty using all of the degrading names

Taking you so gently like this is your very first time, then pounding you with such a force, to make sure you know you're mine

Your body is my plaything, there only to serve my sexual needs, tied down to a table so I can carry out my kinky deeds

Legs spread wide your pussy's wet, on your swollen cliterus I feast, like a sex starved  animal, I show you the kinky sexual beast

A smile creeps across my face as I see your pictures on my phone, how I wish you weren't just a thought and I wasn't on my own

THE KINKY POET 

I ache for you

I want you so badly. I've a aching pain stiring deep inside, my desires are growing faster and to control them I have tried

But even when I'm busy or spending time with my family and friends, the ache for you continues, my desire never ends

Constantly you're on my mind, I cannot seem to stop this yearn, I wonder will we ever meet, will I ever get my turn

I dream we're together, walking on a beach of golden sand, our feet bathed in a Turquoise sea, together hand in hand

Warmed by a noonday sun, we both stop to share a kiss, I feel your painted lips on mine, its a moment of true tender bliss

I'm my dreams I have no ache, my wishes are fulfilled inside my bed, a time of pure ecstasy, grown from hopes inside my head

The moment I wake up my ache for you just starts again, in the real world I'm lonely but still you're always in my brain

THE KINKY POET 

Drifting nights

I'm laying here all on my own wishing that you were here, trying to drift off to sleep so a I could try to dream you near

Dreaming you were in my bed, our bodies bound as one, moulded in a sweet embrace but I must sleep to get this done

Trying to ignore the pain which makes it so hard to calm my brain, desperate to find a deep sleep that will bring you to me again

I close my eyes ever so tightly but still I toss and turn, I pray silently in my head to bring me to the dream of which I yearn

My mind won't stop racing through the pain I'm counting sheep, trying to find a relaxing path, to find some elusive sleep

I have brief moments of quietness, before the pain sends another wave, I try my best to drift to you, your presence is all I crave

I just get to the edge of a dream, when the pain comes flooding back so no matter how I try, I'm lying here in pain and all alone as another night drifts by

THE KINKY POET 

Inspired by a dream

Some may call me sleazy, because I use my dirty mind, is it wrong to write naughty poetry of the kinky kind

Lines and lines of sexy words, wrote to turn you on, stanzas coming from hopes and dreams, from this poet Ron

Dreams turned into the written word, set out in the form of rhyme, sent out into the universe, to stand the test of time

I'm hoping every line I write, turns into images inside your head, things to awaken your sexual desires, whilst your lying in your bed

I write of my kinks and sexual needs, to make your heartbeat race, i hope my writes turn you on, in case we ever come face to face

In my dreams we meet every night, we fulfil all my sexual desires, the moment that we're together in my sleep you ignite my kinky fires

All the words I write are inspired by the dreams I have of you, so thanks for the inspiration, you make my dreams feel true

THE KINKY POET 

Gorgeous skin

Desires have taken over, my lustful fires begin to burn, you at my mercy is the only thing I now yearn

I want to own your body, touch every inch of your gorgeous skin, I need to get to your wetness and slide my cock right in

I'm hungry for your sexy curves, your nipples I want to suck, I want to set loose the beast in me, I'm frantic for a fuck

Get down on your hands and knees, I want to take you from behind, pound you into ecstasy, simply blow your mind

Passion, need and hunger rolled up into a world of lust, to feel myself deep in you, truly is a must

Feel your moistened pussy's grip, feel you run your nails along my spine, share our juices together in a gorgeous sixty-nine

Come to me my Goddess, climb into my awaiting bed, tonight I want you for real and not just a dream inside my head

THE KINKY POET 

Slave inside my brain

You're standing in White chiffon, I can clearly see your skin, looking at your sexy curves turn me on, I hope you've come for sin

Would you do all I ask, would you be willing to do all the things I crave, be there at my every whim, be my personal body slave

Strike poses in your outfit, whilst I take pictures to get off on late at night, will you be patient so I can make sure each pic is right

I want to capture you in the right light, make sure it gets the exact sexual mood, the chiffon is so sheer, it's like I've got you in the nude

It clings to your body, enhancing all your gorgeous curves, you really are so sexy, you ignite and tingle all my naughty nerves

Collar on and dressed in that White chiffon before me you're on your knees, mouth open ready to worship your masters cock, you've really dressed to please

We spend a night together we share both tenderness and pain, sadly I wake and its another dream, about the slave inside my brain

THE KINKY POET 

Hand relief

Sitting with my throbbing cock in hand, thoughts of you in my head, images of you tied up, or in lacey lingerie of Red

You laying on your back, playing with your moistened slit, running a wand along it's lips, then pushing hard against your clit

You and another girl having fun, both getting off on a sixty-nine, then me getting in the middle of you both, ñow it's threesome time

You dressed as a school girl, your behaviour means you need the cane, I've got you over the headmasters desk, I've got to spank you yet again

You're in the doctors office, you're in the stirrups to keep your legs spread wide, I'm down at the pink, wet end, with my fingers deep inside

You're a Nun and I'm the Priest, it's time for prayers at Twelve o'clock, then it's confession, and as a penance you suck my cock

God my minds a wonderous thing but it's you I've got to thank, you've given so many dirty thoughts, I've got ideas to help me wank

THE KINKY POET