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 

The sadistic beast

Can we do the rough stuff I want some fresh marks on my skin, hang me up and flog me, I want to feel the pain bite in

Nipple clamps, spreader bars, handcuffs and some rope, take me to the edge of hell, a place where its hard to cope

See if you can get me to beg and plead you just to stop, test out my pain tolerance, for once go right over the our normal top

Push my pain limits, get some ice out and melt the wax real hot, you've always wanted to be a pain giver so tonight let's see what you've got

I know when we play rough, there's always somethings that are left undone, tonight I want everything, it's time that this was done

I've thought about this next step, we've just played with pain before, tonight I want to experience the harder stuff, tonight I want much more

So let loose your inner animal, I want to see your sadistic beast, I know you've been starving him until now but tonight just let him feast

THE KINKY POET 

Please don't make me beg

I want to make your pussy moist, I want to see the juices running down your leg, slowly take your red lace panties off, please don't make me beg

I want to spread your petals, I want to get up close and personal to your Rose, I want to feel your pussy's heat, and smell your sex wafting up my nose

My fingers running wild on you, I stroke your throbbing clit, your juices make for easy entry, I simply glide my tongue inside your slit

Your pussy is my favourite place, I want you to squirt all over me, drown me in your juices, I want your wet stuff running wild and free

I can lay down on my back, you can hover just above my face, then my tongue will reach up to you, so i can ,dance around your clit at pace

Ride me like you own me, my tongue is yours and yours alone, you are my royal pussy Queen and my face will be your throne

I hope this poem turns you on, I want your juices running down your leg, please give me what I need and please don't make me beg

THE KINKY POET 

Your chariot awaits

Climb up onto my wheelchair let me take you for a spin, we can roll off to a quiet spot and indulge in a bit of sin

Whilst you're sitting on my lap I can stroke between your thighs, hunting for that special place that makes you let out sighs

If you open your legs a little wider, I can pull your panties to the side, dance circles on your throbbing clit before my fingers dive inside

We can swop passionate kisses, if you turn and sit on me face to face, just looking into your eyes, makes my heartbeat race

Undo your pretty blouse, let me see your red lace lingerie, god if you were my girl, I'd hope you'd wear it everyday

There's something about red lace, it's lingerie that can't be beat, if you're wearing it near me, you'd always have a seat

So will you climb up on me, I've got such a comfy lap, I could put you across my knees and give your gorgeous arse a slap

I want you to come for a ride, let's find a secret place to call our own, just climb onto my wheelchair, here awaits your rolling throne

THE KINKY POET 

Kinky Fairy dust

Oh I had a visit from the kinky fairy, she brought her magic dust, the moment that she sprinkled it my body was full of want and lust

All I could think about was a dirty, kinky night of sin. I tried to think of good clean things but nothing could get in

My mind was on a mission, it was on a one way track, my thoughts were locked on you and your delicious juicy crack

Kissing and hugging, you dressed in my favourite sexy lace, you hiding somewhere naked, me hunting all around the place

I wonder what's in her magic dust, it feels like the softest kisses on the skin, a blessing from the fairy folk, I'm bodies burning with the need for sin

With a flap of her wings and a wave of her wand, I'm cast under her sexual spell, your sex calls me from afar, it's like a sexy dinner bell

I'm coming baby I hear your call, nothing will stand in my way, I've been sprinkled by her fairy dust so now I need to play

THE KINKY POET