THE KINKY POET

Captive in my mind

I've got you held captive, you're at the mercy of my mind, here I can do anything I think about of the kinky kind

I can have you chained in the darkest dungeon were no one could here you scream, do all the naughty things to you, the type of which I dream

I could have you in a huge dark wood, have you handcuffed to a tree, were your sexual fate would be decided on how well you beg and plea

A million different role play outfits, run around inside my head, I usually end picking something lacey and of course it would be red

I would force you to have sex in public, as people walked on by, a ball gag to keep you quiet, you can't talk but you may try

You maybe on a sidewalk it's late at night when your pulled into a van, the police will try to find you but I'm the only one who can

I've got you in a faraway cabin, where I'm free to have my wicked way, I've got all the toys and bindings, to make it a kinky stay

But the place I'd love to have you captive, is on my bed, with your head resting on my chest, wrapped up safely in my arms is the dream I love the best

THE KINKY POET 

The complete connection

Let me tie you down to the bench, I'll make the bindings nice and tight, I'm gonna play with your body, it's my playground for the night

I'll kiss every inch of you, run scented oils into your skin, treat you ever so soft and gently,  until its time for kinky sin

Then my touch will get rougher, I'll leave marks where I choose to bite, I'll always make sure there discreetly placed, hidden out of sight

I've got my special Tool Box, it's full of kinky things made for fun, floggers, dildos, body wax, nipple clamps and butt plugs for your bum

With your legs spread wide, I own you,  you're my very own kinky doll, but I don't just want your body, I need your heart and soul

I want and need the complete connection, I need more than sex and sin, I guess that's what I'm searching for before any kinkiness can begin

I'm looking for my one true love, one to share my heart and kink, at last in you I think I've found it, well at least that's what I think

THE KINKY POET 

KINKYVILLE

I want to live in Kinkyville where sexy girls live and play, a special place where naughty girls do kinky things all day

Every house has the wildest parties, where pussy's are on tap, in special dark hidden rooms girls get tied up and want a kinky slap

Bondage happens in every house, there's kinky outfits for sexy play, it's a little piece of heaven on earth, it's a place I'd want to stay

I want to join the community, invite people around for lunch, perhaps get into the wilder side of life, get invited to a munch

I wonder if I can learn Shibari, I'd love to tie those fancy knots, I want to own a dungeon complete with a room with viewing slots

I would like to find my soul mate, you know find that special kinky girl, we could switch being the dominant one, give being the submissive one a whirl

Oh how I wished there was a place called Kinkyville and not a town just in my head, I'd  live a long and kinky life, instead of this lonely one, crippled in my bed

THE KINKY POET 

Strawberry panties

I've got on my shortest skirt, I'm dressed like a slutty whore, I've bought some crotchless panties the likes I've never worn before

Stockings and suspenders, I've got on my favourite lacey bra, the high heels are so dam tall, I can't walk that very far

I'd be easy to catch and to be taken, there's no way that I could run, come on let's play a force yourself upon me game, let's have some kinky fun

You'll have to give me a head start, you know it's only fair, once you've caught up with me force me down by a handful of my flowing hair

Push me down onto my knees, force my painted lips to open wide, take out your throbbing manhood and slide it deep inside

Use my mouth roughly make me gag and choke as I suck, once I've swallowed your pre cum, then its time to start to fuck

Now you'll find my crotchless panties, I told you they're a special treat, for these ones are strawberry flavoured and edible, so go ahead and eat

THE KINKY POET 

Use me as your plaything

Treat me like your servant, I want to give you all you crave, I'll do anything you want from me, I'll be your sexy submissive slave

I want to be at your beck and call, I'll there anytime night or day, I'll wear anything you want me too, you only have to say

Just tell me of your wildest wishes, just tell me what you need, I'm here to satisfy you, I want you to let loose all your sexual greed

Take me when you want me, empty all of your sexual rage, once you're finished with me, you can keep me in kinky cage

Do anything you like, I'll be the playground tied down on your bed, there for you to do anything, absolutely anything that lives inside your head

We can use all our favourite toys, take pictures on your mobile phone, you can share them with your best friends or just look at them when  you are alone

Use me and abuse me, my bodies here for your sexual fun, you can use all my hungry holes, take my pussy, mouth and bum

THE KINKY POET 

Dreaming of your pussy

To place my mouth across your lips, to run my tongue along your slit, I dream of my head between your thighs. Sucking hard upon your throbbing clit

Spreading your Rose's petals, my tongue lapping up your pussy's wine, to sip and lap at your chalice, is such a dream of mine

To listen to you sigh and moan, as I make your perfect pussy seep, to feel you rise and fall with your hips, to make sure my tongue goes deep

To be laying on my back and to have you sitting on my face, I'd love to be your throne, I so want to be your body slave, to you I want to own

I want to pray at your pussy's altar, to pay homage to your special place, I'm always in the place I love, when you put your pussy on my face

To see your petals glistening, like some dew drops from the morning rain, dripping slowly on my tongue, I imagine these things in my brain

So spread your gorgeous legs slowly, let me drink your wine that's so devine, i want to stop dreaming of eating pussy and really make you mine

THE KINKY POET 

Some late night loving

Though it's been a while now, you're still always on my mind, you pop into my brain at quiet times, often it is of the kinky kind

You are sometimes in my Dungeon, where it's quiet damp and dark, it's where we play kinky games, it's where my imagination likes to spark

Maybe I'll have you in a pretty dress, in your collar we can take a walk, your eyes fixed firmly on the floor, awaiting my permission when to talk

In my thoughts your naked, laying on a bed you're all alone, I'm moving around you in my chair taking naughty pictures with my phone

Every thought I have of you, inspires me to dream and write, I can't wait to lay my head down later, I hope you'll visit me tonight

Creep into my mind tonight, use my body like a kinky toy, take me for your pleasure, never doubt I am your poet boy

So though it's been a while now, that I've been broken paralyzed in my bed, but I have you to give me late night loving, though it just happens in my head

THE KINKY POET 

My baby girl

I'm looking for a special woman, I'm in need of a baby girl, one I can take care of and spoil rotten, would you consider giving it a whirl

I want to buy her flowers, to be there to guide her on her way, to share with her a special life, with times for kinky play

Because I have certain kinks, the things vanilla girls would think are strange, so if I list them in this rhyme, you could see if they're in your range

I'm love a girl who dresses up, I'm obsessed with lacey lingerie, if you were my baby girl, you'd be wearing it every single day

Role play and bondage, I love to get my head between some legs, I love holding her off orgasm, until she pleads and begs

I want to take her shopping buy her everything she could desire, to feel that magic connection, the type to ignite my passions fire

Do you think you could be the special one, are you my baby girl, let's spend sometime special together, I guess that's the only way to tell

THE KINKY POET

Dream date

You asked me what my dream date would be, were would I like to go, would I like to go to a fancy restaurant or perhaps catch a Broadway show

Both of them sound lovely but if I could go to the place of which I dream, it would be a dark secluded dungeon, where no one could hear me scream

Flowers and romance is all well and good but it's really not my thing, I'd rather be tied up and flogged I'm into pain and that kinky sort of thing

We could go for a picnic in a field full of pretty flowers but I'd rather you take to my orgasms edge and leave me there for hours

We could stare aimlessly forever into each others adoring eyes but I'd rather you were eating me, I'd prefer your head between my thighs

Yes I like painting we could go to an art gallery and have a look around, but I'd rather you bent me over and got behind me then really is began to pound

See your idea of a perfect date isn't the same as mine and far more different than you think, you're thinking of sweet and pretty things but my dream date is full of kink

THE KINKY POET 

I've got mail

Send me a naughty message or a kinky picture by email, I will get excited and my desire to hear from you simply would not fail

Seeing your address pop up puts a cheeky grin across my face, thinking of the content makes my heartbeat pound and race

Reading naughty ideas and things coming to life inside your brain, my erotic fires instantly ignite and sends fire through each vein

Your words drive me crazy, your messages just turn me on, I can't wait to hear the " Youve got mail" ping, the notification that says you've sent something special to this Ron

Kinky snippets, naughty lines, a special attachment just for me, things to read and see when I'm on my own, to show you've let your kinks roam free

I'll reply with my poetry and some pictures of me whilst in my chair, some poetry will be filled with kinkyness some just full of love and care

So now I'll be patient waiting to hear those notification pings, I'll be full of the anticipation and the excitement that your email always brings

THE KINKY POET