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 

Only in a dream

Okay you're saying you want to be treated like some dirty slut, you want me to use all your holes, your pussy, mouth and butt

Treat you like I own you, call you sleazy nasty degrading names, put you on a dog leash, whilst we play some kinky games

You say you'll wear any outfit, with lingerie of soft red lace, I can take you out in public, then we can have sex in any place

This sounds a bit to good to be true, it would be my perfect night, it ticks all my kinky boxes, you've really got it right

So can I have you in stockings and suspenders, a low cut blouse and a tiny skirt, I want you to show the world you're gorgeous and be a kinky little flirt

I want you to fucking tease me, show me glimpses of your skin, spread your legs wide in public, so only I can see within

What have I done to deserve this treat, god i adore you my kinky Queen, I couldn't have imagined a kinky night like this, they surely only happen in a dream

THE KINKY POET 

To the pleasure dome

I'm at your sacred Chalice I've come here to make it mine, I intend to make her soaking wet, dripping with your sacred wine

My mouth is so very close, my tongue starts hunting for your clit, my thumbs hold your lips apart so it can dive inside your slit

You raise yourself higher, you glistening lips are now on show, I put my mouth around your mound and eat you nice a slow

You rise and fall with every lick, with my tongue you keep perfect time, your juices run down my throat, the taste is so devine

I begin to pick up pace, on my face you start to grind, I'm taking you to the pleasure dome, I want to blow your mind

Tongue buried deep inside, I'm drowning in your juice, you begin to sigh and moan, your orgasm fight to just get loose

With a shudder and one more lick, your orgasms finally free and as for your sacred Chalice, well that belongs to me

THE KINKY POET 

Your pretty face

A gorgeous black negligee or something saucy in red lace, they are such sexy things to see but I'd swop them both to see your face

All your gorgeous curves, your moistened pussy and your ass, if I had to choose a favourite I'm afraid I'd have to pass

Of course I love to see your body, I'd obviously love to touch your skin, to tie you up and take you, to use you for my sin

But I'd give up anything to be laying with you face to face, looking deep into your eyes, seeing your beauty and your grace

To get lost inside your eyes, to be mesmerized by your kiss, to taste your favourite lipstick, really would be bliss

Wrapped up in a soft embrace, or cuddled in real tight, just to be close to you and to see your desires fires burning bright

So when I get new pictures, they all make my heartbeat race But the ones I love most of all, contain your pretty face

THE KINKY POET