THE KINKY POET

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I'm laying here in my bed I feel quite sad and tired of being alone, so I try to find a girlfriend from the personal ads from a website on my phone

This one says she 54 and is a self confessed kinky slut, she likes to be tired down and she takes it in the butt... Nope

Now this one loves pastel colours, she wants to be treated like a Queen, she's a virgin and a vegan and she doesn't do anything sexual or obscene .... Nope

This ads from a woman calls herself THE HUNGRY MILF says she loves to play but she's only available on certain days, because her husband works away.... Nope

Now we have a lady who has likes to play dress up when she can, it started off quite promising until she confessed she was a man...NOPE

I think I'm on the wrong website, I can't see myself finding a love online, I only want a true love, a girl to be just mine

So I guess I'm destined to stay single and i know the reason why this is true, I could read and answer a million ads but none of them are you

THE KINKY POET 

Fully charged fun

Don't forget to charge your batteries, you're on your own tonight, you gonna get off on kinky poetry, you love a dirty write

Have you got the candles, you want to make sure you set the mood, then decide are you wearing lingerie or are you playing nude

You pick the poem that suits your needs, you pick the one that turns you on, you choose the one that really hits a kinky nerve, written by your poet Ron

Now it's time to pick which toys, along with your Vibrator will you use a butt plug or a clamp, just the thought of you playing tonight, makes your pussy's kind of damp

Toys check, candles check, music to really set the stage, now it's time to have a bath, before you release your sexual rage

Everything is ready, you now creep off to your well prepared bed, candles lit, music on, poetic erotica building in your head

The words swirl inside your mind your Vibrator starts to hum, having all the batteries fully charged, you will get your playtime fun

THE KINKY POET 

Soul mate

So much sadness washes over me, when I'm on my own, my heart is so empty as I write hopeful poems on my phone

Stanzas full of wishes, expressing all my hopes and dreams, imagining what it would be like, to find my real life Queen

Someone to share my life with, someone to share a kiss, the thought of waking with them would truly bring me bliss

Chatting, shopping, laughing, so many wonderful things to do, all this would be possible, if I could just find you

Can you hear my wishes, I send them out inside a prayer, they go out into the universe, they're hoping to find you there

Hoping to find my soul mate, looking searching for the other part of me, to break my chains of sadness, to finally set me free

Can anybody hear me, or is this part of lifes cruel game, I hope that someone's out there and she's going through the same

She's looking for her soul mate, God willing I'm the one, so then we could be together and our searching would be done

THE KINKY POET 

Enchanted pussy

I tie your legs tight but open wide, it's time for me to feed, I'm ravenous for your pussy. I've got such a endless need

You are at my mercy, I see the glistening on your Rose, I start kissing along your inner thigh, as my need begins to grow

You shudder as my teeth mark your skin, I nibble, suck and bite, leaving pretty bruises, to remind you of this night

Slowly I work my way up you, the anticipation starts to build, you have given up trying to wriggle free, to my hunger you now yield

Finally I'm at your Rose, by now you're beginning to sigh and beg, I hover over my moistened prize, I leave the last bruise on you leg

My mouth smothers your pussy, with passion I begin to eat, I'm lapping up your pussy juice, it is so warm and sweet

Pulling you onto my face, I'm totally now focused on my feast, eating nonstop until you cum, there's no satisfying this hungry beast

I gobble up all you have to offer but still I want much more, my jaw aches my tongue is done, It's never felt like this before

You have a heavenly pussy, I'm caught in her enchanted spell, now I'm obsessed with your pussy, but I guess that you can tell

THE KINKY POET 

Sexual meal

Tied down to a table, I prowl around you like a sexual beast, deciding where I'm going to start on you my sexual feast

I look at every inch of you, my mouth starts to salivate at the sight, I'm really gonna take my time on this delicious meal tonight

Every sexy morsel must be savoured slowly as I eat, sucking on your moistened parts, you are a gorgeous edible treat

Playing with your nipples they stiffen as I begin to suck, your taste so devine, I just can't believe my luck

Hands running all over you, covering all of your tender skin, my tongues running up your inner thigh, before I slide it in

You body's like a sexual feast, I look at your curves as my menu, you kisses will be my starter, before I eat the rest of you

All your parts are the perfect ingredients, you blend them to make the perfect meal, sadly I'm feasting in a dream, how I wish this meal was real

THE KINKY POET 

Empty sack

That's it go on all fours so I can then fuck you from behind, I'm gonna pull your hair back whilst I start to pump and grind

I'm gonna pound your pussy, I will use you as I please, I love doing it doggy style, you're so horny on your knees

I'm going to thrust you hard and fast, my cock will slam inside so deep, there will be a pamp patch on the floor, once I've made your pussy seep

I'll reach round and grab you tits, squeeze your nipples between my fingers and my thumb, or each time I slam into you, I'll roughly spank your bum

Each time i thrust forward, you start to sigh and moan, I'll get some dirtty pics of me fucking you, taken with my phone

Like two ravenous animals in the wild, we fuck without a care, me calling you dirty names, my fingers entwined within your hair

Tension begins to build, I'm now ready to empty my creamy seed, you push back faster, it makes me do the deed

Empty and exhausted, I rest slumped across your back, both have now been satisfied and I've a empty sack

THE KINKY POET 

Bumblebee

Like a Bumblebee in Summer I'd hovering around your Rose, so thirsty for you nectar my need just grows and grows

Desperate to take a sip, I'd wish to devour all your wine, then turn it into honey, knowing its taste would be devine

I'd move into your petals, you would open them for me nice and wide, my mouth would land on your roses edge as my tongue just glides inside

My tongue would dip in so furiously, the taste of you just can't be beat, they may be many flowers but this is the only one from which I'd eat

I'd sip and lick your Rose bud, from you dewy petals I take my fill, now I'd never get thirsty, your nourishment seems so real

But I'm not a Bumblebee free flying in the Sun, I'm a paralyzed poet, whose flying days are done

But if I were that Bumblebee, from your flower I would feed, because I'm sure your gorgeous nectar would be the only food I'd need

THE KINKY POET 

Dream pictures

I got some sexy gifts today, I found them on my phone, pics of you in lingerie to look at when I'm all alone

Your sexy curves all for me, your hotness was all on view, god if I was over there, I'd be fucking you

I'd kiss you all over, run my hands wildly across your skin, get my head between your thighs and let the oral sex begin

I'd push aside your panties, spread your petals slowly wide, run my tongue along her lips, then slide it deep inside

Slow deep tongue fucking, I'd make your juices flow, lapping up all you seep, as my hunger starts to grow

Once I've drank from you, I'd climb up to suck on each gorgeous tit, rub my shaft along you swollen lips and thrust it in your slit

My god your pics are spectacular the sexiest I've ever seen, sadly my inbox is empty and the pictures were a dream

THE KINKY POET 

First play

I open up the dungeon, your eyes automatically fix onto the floor, you are my new playmate and we've never met before

You follow me in total silence, you only know my name, you met me online, under the tittie, master wanting a kinky dame

Your curiosity got the better of you, now your tied down to a bed, silk scarfs for bindings a comfy pillow for your head

I look at you intently you have gorgeous dark brown eyes, I can't stop staring at the moistened flower nestled between your thighs

I run my hands across your dark skin, I pinch your nipples till they erect, you let out a little squeal, obviously pain had the right effect

I move inside between your legs, I can smell desire from your skin, I run my fingers across your slit, then gently slide them in

You arch your gorgeous body, I guess it came a quite a shock, I was just opening up your Rose, before I slide in my hungry cock

I fingered you until you were on the edge, I stopped to see you squirm, I played hard on your nipples, your tits were nice and firm

Slowly I moved on top of you, I had you under my complete control, tonight you were my playground, my new sexy kinky doll

We fuck hard, we fucked fast, now you hands were free and loose, you stuck your fingers inside yourself and fed me all your juice

You came once and then again, I tried to blow your mind, im taking you in every whole, roughly fucking you in every hole I find

Soon I'm getting close, I fill your throbbing pussy with my seed, I lead back to where you were before and thank you for helping with my sexual need

THE KINKY POET 

Your dungeon

Take me to your dungeon, I'm so desperate to take a look, I've never seen one in real life, just pictures in a book

God I love the shackles and all the sex toys on the wall, my god you've so many different things, I swear you've got them all

A leather bench with handcuffs, I bet they do up really tight,  I was wondering if you'd let me visit and play with you some night

The table full of butt plugs, they're all a different size, that one is enormous, I bet it'll bring water to your eyes

Loads of different floggers, I could hang you off that beam, this is way better than any pictures in a book, it's the sexiest thing I've seen

.I really love the decor, my god you even have a kinky cage, I'd love to lock you up in there once I've fulfilled my sexual rage

Blindfolds and headphones to steal your senses when we play, you'd never know where I was or hear anything I say

I'm sure after we have had a play, to our subspace we could go, where orgasms last forever and we take things nice and slow

I know it is your dungeon but I'd love to be the dungeon master for the night, perhaps you could give me a few pointers, to make sure I do it right

THE KINKY POET