THE KINKY POET

Oh if I could go back there again. A wishful fantasy read...enjoy

Memories 

Oh my god that was wild, it was by far my kinkiest time, I can't get it out my head, in fact, it's inspired me to rhyme

I need to put it down in stanzas, whilst it's still fresh inside my mind, lines of erotic sexual adventures of the most kinky kind

Explanations of what it felt like, to have you take me in my chair, paralyzed and broken but still, you brought me there

Sitting on the edge of ecstasy, reliving my life that's long since passed, reminders of my sexual pleasures, thanks for taking me back there, every moment was a blast

I closed my eyes and I was back there, my life was once again so very full, my body was fully functioning and to you I gave my all

We explored each others bodies, I sipped your gorgeous wine, for that fleeting moment, my heart was yours and your tender heart was mine

I don't know how you brought me so much pleasure, whilst I'm sitting broken in this chair but thank you for helping me find such memories, the likes I didn't know were there

THE KINKY POET 

The darkest corner

Hiding in the darkest corner of my mind is the naughty side of me, within it lives my fantasies grow, where my desires are running free

Scenarios and outfits, the stuff of likes my poetry is made, from gentle bits of romance to hard core of the highest grade

Flogging's and dress up, lingerie and stalking in the wood, everything imaginable to make my kinky sex life good

Girls of all shapes and sizes, different colours of their skin, everyone of them were so beautiful, everyone made for my kinky sin

Sometimes they're tied up, sometimes I've got them on the floor, sometimes they act like virgins, sometimes they act like a slutty whore

Nights of wild passion, where our desires fires are burning bright, or slow gentle making love, where we kiss and hug all night

Deep in the darkest corner, where my dreams are turned to rhyme, its where my imagination lives, its where I write from all the time

THE KINKY POET 

A wet days play

It's cold and wet how I hate the rain, we'll have to stay in today, what shall we do now I ponder, I guess we could always have some kinky play

You go put on something sexy, I'll get the toy box and make some space, let's pretend our living rooms a dungeon or we could just fuck in every place

I love looking in the toy box, I see things we haven't played with for a while, nipple clamps and assorted butt plugs, all designed to make you cum and smile

There's handcuffs and spreaders, the love beads can be such fun, obviously if they're in you and absolutely  nowhere near my bum

Oh yes here's the flogger and the leather tipped riding crop, I remember spanking you with that, it took ages for you to say please stop

God that was a power trip, it left awesome marks upon your skin, I think we used hot was for the first time that night, what a memorable night of sin

Are you dressed and ready yet, looking in this box has made me hot, I didn't know which ones to choose today, so shall we just use bloody the lot

THE KINKY POET 

A challenge set by Eros rising

My admiration and respect goes to the people of the Cage, I'd like to thank everyone who has taken me into the page. I'm neither Sub or Dom I'm just a paralyzed poet who used poetry to express the sexual desires I'm no longer able to satisfy

So I know I haven't picked a particular person and it's a general thank you to you all but it's sent from my heart to you all

LOVE AND LIGHT 

T.K.P

RON 

Sun-kissed Queen

In this dream we're hand in hand walking on a golden beach, no one can bother us, we are alone and out of reach

We make footprints in the wet sand as we feel the Sea brush our toes, you're in a sexy bikini, the desires deep inside me simply grows

I stop and pull you close to me, we gaze into each others eyes and kiss, a warm feeling washes over me, we share a moment of true bliss

Kissing leads to touching, soon we slowly fold onto the ground, you undo your cute bikini, has the no one else around

My hands run allover you, I feel the sun's warmth upon your skin, I climb between your gorgeous thighs, I pull aside your bottoms and guide myself within

Making love on a sun-kissed golden beach, our bodies blend into one, passion and desires are equally fed beneath the noon day sun

After we are both saited, I lay there holding my sun-kissed Queen, knowing soon it will be over and this golden beach moment was just a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Ticket master

My body starts to really tingle, when I know you're near, it builds in anticipation for the moment that you're here

It fills with desire, I'm so hungry to feel your sensual touch, I'm ravenous for your body, I just cannot have too much

My eyes grow wider, I strain my ears to catch your sound, I wish I could keep you captive, just have you tied and bound

Then at last I spot you, my first glimpse of your gorgeous face, even though we're on a packed commuter train, it's just us in this place

My eyes dive to the floor, I feel my cheeks blushing to a rosey red, to you I may look innocent but if you knew what's in my head

I feel my nipples harden in my blouse, I know down below I'm getting wet, I try to maintain my composure as he hasn't spoken yet

Then he asks the question, do I have my ticket for this ride, I show him my travel card and get excited deep inside

As he carries on checking tickets already deep inside my brain, I'm thinking of tomorrow's ride and when he'll ask me once again

THE KINKY POET 

Mesmerized

When people see me at a distance I wonder if they can tell, that I'm a erotic poet, whose held under a kinky hypnotic spell

When they chat and are up real close, can they see it in my eyes, even though I'm listening, I'm still thinking of her rose hidden between her gorgeous thighs

With lines and stanzas building, my adoration for her begins turning into rhyme, expressing how I'll adore her until the end of time

Does it show on my everyday face, is it visible when I'm rolling in my chair, that I'm ravenous for her pussy, wether it's shaved or if it's full of curly hair

I wonder if she knows how the way she makes me feel, does she know of my obsession, does she know my desires for her are so real

When I'm thinking of her my words form into a romantic or kinky rhyme, I get scenarios playing in my mind, in these stolen moments she is mine

My desires for her are a constant, I'm mesmerized by her sexual spell, take a look deep into my eyes, I'm sure that you could tell

THE KINKY POET 

You make me horny

God you make me horny, I'm so desperate for a kinky fuck, my body feels like it's on fire, hell please send a fire truck

I'm burning up from the inside, my sexual desire is all aflame, I want you to put on something sexy, so we can have a kinky game

Go get your toys box, I hope your dildo was on charge, it fits your pussy perfectly, the size is not to large

I want you to lay on your bed, don't rush just take it slow, pull your panties to the side or put on a striptease show

I'll want to take pictures, I promise to keep them hidden on my phone, so I can use them to inspire poetry, when I'm writing on my own

Stanzas telling of your body, singing the praises of your curves, each line describing how you ignite all my bodies nerves

God you make me horny, you a
Have been crowned my sexual Queen, even if the only way I get to touch is, withing the confines of a late night dream

THE KINKY POET 

Dinning in style

I've tied you to the table, I place my favourite foods upon your skin, you are my sexual banquet and it's time for dinner to begin

Fresh cream and Strawberries, all my favourite treats and cake, smothered on your body and what a delicious treat you make

Licking you and sucking, you are amazing sexual feast, feeding off your naked flesh, brings out my hungry inner beast

Food flying everywhere my face covered in whipped cream, your body taste so devine you're a staring man's dream

Chocolate and berries, even sugar sprinkles on each tit, every inch of you is edible I feast hungrily on your fruit covered slit

Ravenous full of hunger, I eat until I have had my fill, I'm covered in your juice and food, you were a fantastic sexual meal

Once I've had my way with you, once all my desires have been fed, I shower you so tenderly before leading you to bed

Wrapped up in my arms, my food fetishism has been fed, we doze off to our special place and I awake with this poem in my head

THE KINKY POET 

A lovers kiss

Push your painted lips on mine let's share a sensual late night kiss, let our tongues become entwined in a dance of erotic bliss

Passion passes between us, our lips blend into one, hands running wildly, as our fingers search for fun

Mapping every single curve, we share our bodies heat, I want to kiss every part of you, from your head down to your feet

My lips brushing every inch of you, your body feels devine, we both taste each others sex, as we share a Sixty-nine

Juices flowing freely we let none of them go to waste, our tongues working feverishly to make sure we both get a delicous taste

Kisses and little sharp nips as we mark each others skin, tenderness mixed with pain, makes a awesome night of sin

In the beginning lust and desires starts from inside the mind, then it moves to physical attraction of the romantic loving kind

All that leads up to the moment where together you share such a sensual bliss, ignited by the first time we both share a lovers kiss

THE KINKY POET