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 

Oral fun

Lay your lips upon my flesh, feel the goosebumps on my skin, my body's tingling with expectation from the excitement held within

Knowing what you do to me, really makes my heartbeat race, just thinking of you touching me, makes it pick up pace

My kinky desires sending sexual images to my brain, every nerve is excited, I feel you pumping through each vein

My pussy's getting moist now, I can feel it start to seep, come bring your tongue to me, slide it in me deep

Run your tongue wildly across my pussy, let it dance upon my clit, take me to the edge of ecstasy, tease my soaking hungry slit

Let me slide across your face, I'm gonna give to you my all, I'm gonna ride your face like a wild stallion, on your face I'll rise and fall

So come to me my sexual desire, place your lips against my skin, fulfill everything I need, so let the oral fun begin

THE KINKY POET 

Before church

If I get dressed up slutty, would you treat me like a whore, would you rip my sexy clothes off roughly, would you throw me on the floor

I want you to pull my panties aside, push your fingers way in deep, suck me off your fingers, enjoy the juices that i seep

Take me for your plaything, do to me everything that you crave, tie me up and flog me, let me be your sexual slave

I want you to be all over me, put yourself in my every hole, I not only submit my body, I offer you my heart and soul

Flog me, claw at me, I want to feel your bite marks on my skin, I want some kinky reminders of our slutty night of sin

Rip off my fishnet stockings, you can use them to tie me down, I swear if you get your head between my legs, you will surely drown

Pound me hard and fast, make me scream, twitch and lurch, I love Saturdays slutty fun, especially has tomorrow we got church

THE KINKY POET 

Playtime vice

Let's go out to fuck public, I want some outside kinky play, yes we've done it in the dark but let's try it in the day

You put on a pretty sundress and obviously wear no underwear, I'll bring a blanket, where we'll go I no not where

We cam hop into the car, drive about until we find a spot, I'll pack a few discreet toys, just pop in your butt plug, i know you like that one quute alot

Maybe we can find a park, or a graveyard with some old stones, we can pretend we are day walking vampires and fuck over people's bones

I can lay the blanket on the ground you can sit across me as folks go by, you can ride me slow and gently, whilst i keep out a watchful eye

How do you fancy go into the woods, we could go somewhere no one would hear you scream, I could fuck you hard and fast and fill you with my cream

It would be a sex adventure, the thought of being seen would add some spice, I think it's about time we did something new and expanded on our playtime vice

THE KINKY POET