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 

Hobby horse

Oh I love to hear the squelchy sound as my fingers plunge right in, feeling the tightness of her pussy, as my finger fuck begins

One digit at a time slides gently into her sacred place, slow deep pushes start, before we start to pick up pace

One finger then there's Two, maybe Three fingers but not Four, her pussy's so wet but very tight, she can't take a digit more

Her wetness runs down my fingers, it's reaching to my wrist, I push my fingers in her a little harder and add a little twist

She reaches down to my hand, she rams it deep inside, my hand feels like a hobby horse as she begins to ride

We start off at a gentle trot, soon she's rinding my fingers very fast, her breathing quickens with the pace, I'm not sure how long she'll last

Her head flies back she let's out a scream, she pushes me in as deep as I could go, with a shudder she pulls my fingers free and her cum begins to flow

THE KINKY POET 

I hunger for you

Give me your pussy I want to taste your pussy's juice, I'm desperate to get to you, I want to let my beast go loose

It's welling up deep inside me, I'm chomping at the bit, I want to rip your panties off and get to your juicy slit

I want to spread your roses petals, let my tongue dance upon your slit, I want to nibble on your pussy and suck on your throbbing clit

My cock is aching for you, I want to slide it deep inside, sit yourself across me and take this poet for a ride

I want to share your pussy, let me show the world you're mine, I have a need to feed on you, I'm just so hungry all the time

Ravenous for your pussy, you are constantly on my mind, I want to do some things to you of a sexual kinky kind

I would love to be with you, I carry you deep inside my heart, thinking of you makes me smile, when we are apart

THE KINKY POET 

Pussy eating master

Watching two girl eating each other out, truly is devine, watching them giving each other pleasure in a girl on girl sixty-nine

They seem to know the exact speed, they know where to touch and bite, both are experts in the art of pussy play, it's such a wonderous sight

Moving in perfect symmetry, their bodies mould as one, its a lesson on the art of oral sex, they show me how it should be done

They don't seem to hear the click as I take pictures and videos on my phone, they gave me permission, a tutorial to watch, when I'm on my own

The sound of their gentle sighs blend with the wetness of juice, their legs wrapped around each others necks, they're both in a sexual noose

Two gorgeous sexy women teaching me a  lesson within a show, elegant and mesmerising, each move is deliberate, controlled and slow

Some how they cum at the same time, it's a lesson I must learn, I want to be a pussy eating master, it's the thing that I most yearn

THE KINKY POET 

Oral sex

The moment I close my eyes, I'm no longer alone, crippled in my bed, I'm laying beside my dream girl, she's wearing lacey lingerie in red

My hands run wildly across her curves, I feel through the lace to touch her skin, her body is receptive as we both go looking for some sin

Kisses shared between us, her cherry lip gloss I can taste, every move is slow and deliberate, nothings done in haste

Her nipples harden to my deft touch, she let's out some little sighs, I move myself above her as I slide down between her thighs

Slowly I kiss her inner thighs, I give them a playful nip, I can now see her pussy glistening has her juices start to drip

My mouth moves towards her mound, I pull her moistened pussy's lips apart, I can smell her sexual fragrance as I begin to start

My tongue runs along her lips, she instantly raises her gorgeous hips, it makes for easy access as I drink her juice in little sips

Her pussy tastes so heavenly, she has the sweetest wine, she grinds herself into my face, my tongue laps at her in time

Soon she is moaning, her hips quickly rise and fall, I probe, lap and suck her clit hard, my name she starts to call

Like a crashing wave she explodes her juices, soaking my face and tongue, I slide back up her quivering body knowing her oral sex is done

THE KINKY POET