THE KINKY POET

Tonight

I hope you come into my dreams tonight, I've wanted you all day, I've thought of nothing else all day, thinking of you and kinky play

My body aches with desire, I have a firey need in me, so come tonight and quench my thirst, please hear my nighttime plea

Just the very thought of you, makes my cock throb at a hungry pace, I'm desperate to play with you, to be with you face to face

Kiss your beautiful lips, run my hungry hands across your skin, I want to take you throughout my night, indulge my need for sin

I want to see you in lingerie soft and of the deepest red, it's a vision I carry of you, you're picture's always in my head

My ravenous need takes over, you're all I want and need, I want to take you to ecstasy and share with you my creamy seed

So when I lay down and close my eyes I hope the moment that I sleep, you'll give me all I desire, when into my dream you creep

THE KINKY POET 

Consenting adults

Ok now it's time for dirty play but before we make each other scream, tell me all the things you'd  like to do, the stuff of which you only dream

All the dirty kinky things, the stuff that if you think of make you blush, I want to know every detail, so take your time my love don't rush

Tell me what you think about, when your having some special times, when you're alone playing with your toys, I want to put them into rhymes

Tell me do play out scenarios, do films form inside your mind, if so are they the really dirty type or are they of the most romantic, loving kind

I want to know your fantasies, what's the one thing you'd most love to try, don't be embarrassed tell me, I'll tell you the reason why

I want you to enjoy and experience all the things inside your head, you deserve the very best so I want to bring them to your bed

Bring you so much sexual pleasure, if you want I'll mix it with a little pain, I want you to fulfilled in every way, let me know what's in your brain

So open up just trust me, share the kinky secrets you keep within, we're both consenting adults, so let your secret kinky stuff begin

THE KINKY POET 

With great power comes great responsibility

Normally you stand before me but tonight you're on your knees, usually you give the orders but tonight I'll do as I please

Tonight I'm the one who'll get to choose, I get to decide how things get done, I can't believe I'm in charge, well at least until we greet the Sun

So I can choose your outfit, let's start with your underwear, I think I'll start with soft Red lace, no shock if I'm honest to be fair

Now do I want a dirty school girl or a sleazy kinky nun, I must say I like the feeling of such power, it really is quite fun

What about a Pirate wench or a dirty twist on a Disney type princess, like Snow white crossed with a sleazy whore, something like that more or less

Or perhaps I'll just keep you in your sexy, lacey underwear so I don't waste any of my time, so I've got easy access to your body and to pussy's wine

So many things running in my head, I just don't know what to do, with great power comes great responsibility, when I'm in charge instead of you

THE KINKY POET

The special place

Her pussy feels like heaven, it fits around me like a glove, it really is the most perfect place, it is the place I love

Nestled in between her thighs, often hidden beneath some soft Red lace, a little slice of heaven, a truly special place

I call it her perfect Chalice if I'm at it sipping on her wine, my tongue not missing a single drop, I need to make it mine

Or sometimes she's my flower, a gorgeous perfect Rose, her petals are often covered in dew, as her interest in me grows

It truly is such a special place, there's no place I'd rather be, moulded by the pussy God's, especially for me

No matter what I touch it with, my fingers, tongue or dick, she's always so inviting, her juices are always running warm and slick

I say thanks for your pussy, I pay homage to that special place, now kindly climb across me and lower that gorgeous pussy to my face

THE KINKY POET 

Bump and grind

The moment I think about you my heart begins to race, In my mind I see your gorgeous curves and your pretty face

I think of my hands touching you, tracing the outlines of your skin, mapping every part of you, but where do I begin

Do I start at your feet, moving up your thighs to find your Rose, or do I start at your head by kissing your lovely button nose

I'd start at the nape of your neck and run soft kisses down your spine, once I was at your bottom I'd roll you over to sip your wine

My digits would slide in slowly, I'd add them one by one, I'd slowly finger fuck you, whilst I'm flicking with my tongue

Then I'd climb between your legs and slide my cock inside, you raise yourself with each stroke, you spread your soaking pussy open wide

All this starts from just one thought, you're forever on my mind, instantly I want you, I now need some bump and grind

THE KINKY POET 

Playtime

The house is very quiet, you've got a naughty, sexy poem on your phone, you've had a lovely hot shower, it's time for playtime on your own

Comfy on your great big bed, your wearing Red lace lingerie, just a nod to your kinky poet, whilst you are at play

Laid out before are all the toys you need for fun, a selection of stimulators, designed to please your pussy and your bum

Getting yourself warmed up you read the kinky poem on your phone, you close your eyes and imagine me as your hands begin to roam

Hands slowly sliding past your lingerie, your pussy's already dripping wet, you stroke it for a short while but there's more play to have just yet

You reach for your nipple clamps, you like a little pain, you're now laying in a damp patch, where your pussy's poured like rain

The tingle on your swollen clit, as you quiver and start to cum, is made even more intense by the love beads up your bum

You cry out your fantasies name, your playtime now is done, you clean up then drift off to sleep, desires are sated, you now await to greet the Sun

Sound in the knowledge you'll easily reach your sexual peek, because you'll get more playtime tomorrow, as you're on your own this week

THE KINKY POET 

Pounded pussy

I want to take you hard and fast. I want to nail you up the door, pin you up against it and pound your pussy raw

Hold your hands above your head, you'll have nowhere to run, I'm going to treat you like my sex slave, until the deed is done

My mouth close to your ear so you can hear the words I hiss, only stopping all the sleazy talk to take a frenzied kiss

Clothes pulled out the way, panties ripped off and on the floor, I call you Sir's good girl in one breath, then you're a dirty whore

My teeth make sure they leave their mark, they will surely bruise, I put my stamp where I like, I always get to choose

Pounding hard face to face then I then turn you right around, then I slide into you from behind and continue to grind and pound

Moving much faster now, wanting my creamy seed you start to beg, you begin to cum yourself, your juices are running down your leg

I'm on the edge of cumming, I push hard with one last ram, my seed flies inside you, I flood into you like a broken dam

Calmness sweeps over me, my passions hunger has been fed, I pull out my now flaccid cock, my balls are empty and it's dead

We both jump in the shower, we wash the dirty sex away, you pick another new outfit for work and we go off to start our day

THE KINKY POET 

You just might

If you were here would we do the things that I dream of every night, would you let me tie you down, with silk scarfs nice and tight

Would I get to own you, do all the kinky things of which I dream, take you to ecstasy and hear you moan and scream

Would I get to kiss your lips, feel your curves whilst they're covered in Red lace, take you hard from behind, or make love gently with you face to face

Would you dance for me, so I could watch you swerve and sway, would you wear sexy outfits to enhance our fun role play

In my dreams I take pictures, would you let me do that if you were here, then lay here and look at them to see why they bring me cheer

Having them would keep you close, when I'm on my own, if I needed to see you, you'd be forever on my mobile phone

So would you do all the things I dream of, if you were with me for a night, I guess it's something I'll never know but I dream that you just might

THE KINKY POET 

Cold real world

Oh how I dream of kissing you before we say goodnight, then to have you wrapped inside my arms, snuggled in so tight

Our bodies entwined like two pieces of a puzzle we're a perfect fit, how I'd love to wake with you, I so often dream of it

To awake and find you with me, so we could share each and every day, to have you really in my life, I always wish and pray

I know I feel you in my heart, I carry thoughts of you in my head, so many things remind me of you, that's the way my poetry gets fed

I know your many worlds away and I only touch you in my dream but sometimes they seem so very real as mad as that may seem

I swear sometimes I can feel your skin, I can taste you when we kiss, I smell your gorgeous fragrance, it feels so real it brings me bliss

Then back in the cold real world, I'm once again just on my own, dreaming of my special girl, who I write of on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

A ode to pussy

Oh I'm at the sacred Chalice there can be no better place, close enough to touch with my tongue, hovering just above my face

I love the perfect pussy with petals like a gorgeous rose, the fragrance of her sex, wafting up my nose

That pretty little glisten, shining like diamonds in the sky, oh even if I think of it, I just cannot help but sigh

Pushing passed the moistened lips, I glimpse her swollen clit, I'm moments away from sipping juices from a heavenly soaking slit

Pussy is my happy place, it's my favourite place to be, drinking from a Chalice, sipping the wine that's been made especially for me

Each pussy is so different but to me they're all devine, I try to pay my homage to them all, I glorify them all in rhyme

So hover over my hungry tongue, is your pussy shaven, nice and bare, or is it a well kept pussy, with a little bit of hair

THE KINKY POET