THE KINKY POET

The bitter sting

Lay yourself across the bed, I can see your desires all aflame, I've bought a new cane with me to play a spanking game

Hands stretched high above your head, the sting will bring you calm, each stroke will mark you but you'll have no permanent skin harm

You'll feel every single strike has the cane bites into your skin, I love to see the welts forming as we share a night of sin

Everytime the cane lands, I can see your juices flow, don't cum too quickly, we've a long way left to go

I  love to watch you shudder has you feel it's bitter stings, I hear you sigh with pleasure from the ecstacy the spanking brings

With every strike i say such tender words, to me you are so dear, you know you are safe within my realm, you have no need for fear

Once our needs have been met, we share such tender aftercare, we hold each other nice and tight, now our emotions have been laid out bare

THE KINKY POET 

The thrill of the hunt

I want you to go on and run, I'll soon pick up your scent, then once you're caught I'll have my way, my desires are hell bent

I run you down like I'm the lead hound of a baying pack, once I've got my claws into you, I'll have you on your back

I'll give you a good head start, run as fast and as far as you can, my instincts will find you, I'm such a ravenous kinky man

A wild animal on the hunt, I want to sip your pussy's wine, there's no place I will not find you, I swear tonight you're mine

Once caught I'm going to gnaw at your flesh, run my claws along your spine, the bruises and the bite marks, will show the world you're mine

I will smell your fragrance in the air, I'll  follow you through my ears and nose, I'll track you until you're caught and once again I'll own your Rose

How I love to play hide and seek, I so enjoy the thrill of the hunt, especially when the winning prize is, I get to use your moistened cunt

THE KINKY POET 

Number One

So you want me to use you and abuse you, take you from behind, do anything I like, call you names of the degrading kind

Treat you like a sleazy whore, the likes you find on the corner of a street, do the really nasty stuff, treat you like some dirty meat

You'll do everything I ask, wear the role play outfits that I pick, you want to go out in public so people can watch you suck my dick

I can keep you in my Dungeon or lock you in a cold steel cage, then bring you out when I'm horny to relieve my sexual rage

Put some handcuffs on you, secure you like my kinky slave, give you tasks and orders, to fulfil the dirty things I crave

You've given me free reign, I'm now to be your sexual king, I'm allowed to do the naughty stuff and take the pleasures that it brings

A evening being your master, so what I say it will be done, I'm getting off on this new power trip, I quite like being number one

THE KINKY POET 

Pain night

Beat me, bite me, run your hands along my tingling spine, tie me down forcibly, i want some kinky pain this time

Hang me off the high beam, put a flogger on my skin, I want to have welt marks after this night of kinky sin

Get my favourite butt plug, push it slowly up my bum, then get the biggest wand we have and make my pussy cum

Nipple clamps and hot wax, freeze my nipples with some ice, do dirty things to me the pain it feels so nice

Pain mixed with pleasure, go down and suck my clit, pull it hard with your teeth, drink the juices from my slit

Take me in every hole, use me like your dirty, slutty toy, fuck me hard and really rough, be my dirty horny boy

I need some really rough and tumble, it helps calm my mind, the pain brings me happiness, so if you'd be so kind

Do all the nasty things, the kinky, painful stuff I need, my body aching for you, I'm so hungry for your seed

THE KINKY POET 

No in between

I wake up broken hearted when you're not in my bed, it seems another night of passion was played out inside my head

Everything seems so real, your body, your soft skin and each kiss, I can feel your heartbeat on my chest, the feeling brings such bliss

How can this not be real, I swear I even hear you whisper out my name, I can taste your pussy's wine, these dreams play such a wicked game

I feel you touching me, I feel your painted lips slide down my throbbing shaft, you bring such sexual ecstasy, i guess that sounds kind of daft

I feel your legs wrapped around me tightly as I'm buried deep inside, the pain of knowing each night ain't real, has often made me cry

Dreams have such a wicked twist, the moment I open up my eyes, for I'm left alone again, I hate to hear my own desperate sighs

But I can't stay awake forever but I know when I sleep I dream, its either pain or be without you, it seems there is no in between

THE KINKY POET 

Every waking moment

Lust fills my every waking moment, I can't shake you out my brain, I have fantasies about you, no two sexual scenarios are the same

Sometimes you're tied down with your legs spread real wide, sometimes you're with another girl, pushing dildos deep inside

Licking each others pussy's, sucking each others nipples, as I'm listening to their moans, putting on a naughty show for me, whilst I take pictures on my phone

Dressed up as a naughty school girl, or a incredibly slutty, sleazy nun, wearing sexy lingerie, to bring me lots of kinky fun

Will I ever get some respite from the desires in my mind, constantly sending me erotic images, of the sleazy kinky kind

I try my best to ignore the sexual feelings, my wild overwhelming desires but the moment I think of you, my lust ignites my sexual fires

All day and throughout my dreams, we're are fucking in my head, I wish I could rip you out my mind and just bring you to my bed

THE KINKY POET 

Just turned Nine o'clock

You are on my mind again, I've awaken with a solid throbbing cock, I'm already feeling horny for you and  it's just turned Nine o'clock

You are so very sexy, I adore your gorgeous sexy curves, simply thinking of you awakens all my kinky sexual nerves.

You ignite my wanton fires, my ravenous hungers burning bright, I'm starving for your pussy, I want to feed off you tonight

I want to nibble your warm soft skin, to sip your juices from your Rose, I feel myself throbbing as my desire for you grows

I want to climb on top of you, to guide myself deep inside, wrap yourself around me tight, as we slowly start to ride

Sharing a night of passion, your body's where I love to play, I enjoy every inch of you, in my bed I hope you'll stay

I love being with you, feeling your sexy body close to mine, not only feeds my carnal needs, it inspires me to rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Lingerie through the ages

I want to slowly take your clothes off, it's something I cannot rush, I want to see what lingerie is being worn by my nighttime crush.

Will it be soft and sexy lace, in my favourite shade of red, the colour of which you're always wearing when I see you in my head

Maybe it might be a pretty shade of satin, trimmed with silk ribbons and bows, or a sexy pair of crotchless panties, the type where everything shows

I love to think of what lingerie you'll be wearing, when you come to me in my dream, it might be a cute teddy set, in a mix of Peach and cream

So many colours and materials, all designed to make a younger me sigh, so many outfits to surprise me until this old man dies

With P..V.C. and Latex there's so much sleazy kinky stuff, some soft and so very smooth some are made to feel quite rough

Lingerie through my lifetime, all designed to turn me on, so once I see what you're wearing, know that it won't be wrong

THE KINKY POET 

The watcher

Standing outside your window he's getting soaked by the endless rain, it will be worth getting a bad cold to him, to see you naked once again

He's hoping to get a glimpse of your skin, perhaps watch you laying on your bed, it's difficult for him to stay still, with the thoughts running through his head

His heartbeat goes like a freight train, when you put moisturiser on your skin, he prays he'll get to see your pussy and your swollen clit that hides within

Sometimes he think you've seen him, though you never shout or scream, unless you like him watching as you apply your body cream

Pictures are hard for him to take, the flash might give his hiding place away but sometimes he risks it though, Ihe just trusts to luck and pray

Because it's worth the risk to have your pictures on his phone, snippets of your body, to look at when he's all alone

So no matter how the weather is, he's there hiding watching you, rain, sleet, snow or hail, it's a thing he loves to do

THE KINKY POET 

Setting fire to the night

Slide right in beside me I want to feel your body heat, to feel your skin touching mine is such a sexual treat

Your passions and mine moulded as one, we produce a sexual fire, fed by our joint ravenous hungers, the flames of lust grow higher

I'm desperate to ravage you, I want to devour you bite by bite, there won't be a trace left of you, once I'm finished for the night

I'm going to lick your pussy, leave my marks upon your skin, so you'll feel my swollen reminders from my night of kinky sin

No time for romance, tonight there will be just a needy lust, I'll bind you down so tightly, to now own you is a must

Your body will be my playground, I'll give you some pleasure mixed with pain, I'll take you to such sexual heights time and time again

So come slide in beside me, let's set fire to the night, let's burn down the walls of normality, let's get real kinky here tonight

THE KINKY POET