THE KINKY POET

Number one

I want you knelt before, your lips moistened, your mouth just opened wide, I want to trace your lips with the tip, the slide my cock inside

Hold you gently by the head, whilst I begin to slowly move, grinding my cock into your mouth, you suck my cock real smooth

Your lipstick smears along my shaft, you gag as I go in deep, juices run down your chin, your saliva starts to seep

Your long deep sucks draw me in, I must retain control, I swear I'm being sucked inside out, from deep inside my soul

Your tongue dances on my tip, it pokes, it strokes its flicks, you give a wonderful blow job, you're so great at sucking dicks

The harder you suck my cock, the faster I begin to thrust, I'm on the edge of orgasmic heaven, I just about to bust

My heart is pounding in my chest, with one more suck and thrust I cum, when it comes to giving blow jobs, girl you're number one

THE KINKY POET 

God fearing girl

I wonder if a god fearing girl ever thinks thoughts of a naughty kind, does she ever lose control and allow lust loose in her mind

Does she ever drop her guard, do saucy thoughts break down her wall, does she have fantasies, does she think of sex at all

In her weak moments when she let's down her steadfast guard, does she think of a hungry man, whose bodies lean and hard

Does she imagine him touching her, can she feel him on her heated skin, would that upset her, knowing she thought about a sexual sin

Would her god forgive her, if she had a desire for this man, would she forgive herself, or is it only her God who really can

In her weakest moments, does she leave a damp patch on her sheet, does she dream of a quiet place, where its safe for them to meet

Would she have him to herself, would her god let her have freedom for a while, would they share some tenderness, would he get to see her smile

THE KINKY POET 

With you

A wild desire washes over me like waves crashing on a wind swept shore, you fill me with a hunger the likes I've never had before

I feel it in my deepest soul, the need goes rushing through each vein, I'm consumed by the need for you, it controls all thoughts inside my brain

I close my eyes you are there, at my work, my rest, my play, you just appear inside my mind every single night and day

You're a fast becoming like a drug, some  might say I'm quite obsessed, I think of you in accessible clothes and of course when you're undressed

Scenarios of kinky play, show like porno films inside my head, me having my way with you whilst you're tied down to my bed

Locked in the deepest dungeon or kept a captive in a cage, held there until I require you to relieve my sexual rage

You fill my waking moments, you encounter all my dreams, not a minute of its wasted because I'm with you my Queen

THE KINKY POET 

Pussy breakfast

Just take your lace panties off, you won't be needing them today, I'm hungry to eat pussy, so they'll just get in the way

I know they're my favourite ones, yes I adore you in Red lace, I agree they are a turn on and they make my heartbeat race

But today I've woke with a ravenous hunger, your pussy's what I need, so lay down and spread your legs, just let your master feed

Let me taste your juices, my tongue is desperate for your slit, it wants to run up and down and make circles on your clit

Don't worry about taking off your skirt, it takes up some valuable time, just pull it up out of the way and make your pussy mine

My desires have been growing fast from the moment I opened up my eyes, all I've been thinking of is the Rose between your thighs

I won't be able to go to work, or concentrate on anything today, until I've had my pussy breakfast, it's the only way to start my day

THE KINKY POET 

Pussy Queen

I love to drink your pussy juice, I truly love your taste I do, I've eaten you in many places, here's a poem about a few

I've eaten your pussy so furiously whilst you were spread out on my bed, my hunger was so ravenous, I just needed to be fed

I've licked you out in public places but the craziest one by far, was on the side of the motorway on the bonnet of a car

I've dined on you in the kitchen, there's more places in there than you'd think, I've eat you off the work surfaces and had you bent over the kitchen sink

I've tasted in several tiny restrooms, I recall you were so yummy on a train, i've even eat at 33,000 feet, in the toilet on a plane

I've eaten you whilst you were restrained, and in your finest lingerie, licked you out in many costumes when we've been at play

Even though we've never met and each time has been a dream, you will always be my favourite meal, your my delicious pussy Queen

THE KINKY POET 

Your rightful place

I'm so ravenous for you pussy, I want to taste your sweetest wine, spread yourself across my face, please make your pussy mine

I want you to hover just within my tongues  reach, so I've got room to poke and lick, to run deep circles on your hood, to give your clit a flick

My tongue running along your petals, I can smell the fragrance of your Rose, the smell is the essence of your sex, drifts inside my nose

You slowly begin to rise and fall, you take my tongue for a sexual pleasure ride, I push my tongue out as you fall, you feel me deep inside

Juices now are freely flowing, I try to lap up every drop, the more I lap the more you cum, I hope the juices never stop

You taste like pure heaven to me, I will eat you until you're raw, when you beg me to stop, I'm afraid I'll still want more

It's because I'm so ravenous for your pussy, I just adore you on my face, so climb up across me and take your rightful place

THE KINKY POET 

In my mind

My thoughts are wild and dirty, yes again you're in my head, I'm laying here so horny, so lonely in my bed

In my mind we do many things some so kinky they would shock, I've taken you in every hole, on your knees you suck my cock

You were in lingerie, we used every sex toy that we had, the nipple clamps made you squeal, that really made me glad

I want you to scream my name, I expect you would love the same, you'll be full of my creamy seed at the end of our kinky game

My desires paint a vivid pictures, they often make the perfect dream, you are so fucking sexy, my dirty slutty Queen

Nothing seems out of bounds, you adore a little pain, once I've made you come real hard,
Your juices poured like rain

Drowning in your pussy juice, we go through all this in my mind, dirty, sleazy, filthy things, of the kinky kind

THE KINKY POET 

You'll always have a seat

I'll never leave you standing, you'll always have a place, there will always be a seat for you, for as long as I have a face

You'll find it very comfy, I'm sure you'd be happy when you sit, I'd just pull aside your red lace panties and pay attention to your slit

So lower yourself across me, my mouth is hungry for a taste, soak my beard in your sex, each drips to good to waste

Use my face like a custom made to fit saddle, come take me for a ride, start off trotting and then we gallop, my tongue pushed deep inside

You'd be nice and comfortable, from your Chalice of sex I'd take slow sips, you'd have no fear of falling off, I'd be holding tightly to your hips

So climb aboard the orgasm express, you're in first class on my train, destination is the land of erotica, on the way I'll melt your brain

So get across me quickly, your seats reserved, my face is your royal throne, I will pay your pussy homage, then write about it on my phone

THE KINKY POET 

Always in my brain

My lusts fires are spreading through me, like a wildfire through each vein, my thoughts are fixed upon you, you are filling up my brain

You are all I seem to think about, I'm becoming quite obsessed, I see you in my minds eye, in lingerie or undressed

All I want is to touch you, I'd love to feel your gorgeous skin, I want to own you for the night and have my fill of sin

I want you laying in my bed, be my kinky playtime girl, to strip you of your lingerie and let my nighttime fantasy unfurl

To take you so aggressively with passion and a wild desire, to feed my ravenous hunger, you ignite my sexual fire

Hearts racing flat out, my head placed between your thighs, my tongue lapping furiously, you letting out loud vocal sighs

I try to shake myself out of it, there's still so many daylight hours that still remain, I won't see you until I dream but you're always in my brain

THE KINKY POET 

The four of us

The candle burns so softly, we are laying face to face, everything is so peaceful, the candlelight seems to slow the pace

Swopping whispers like lovers do, erotic shadows are thrown by the candle light, silhouettes of two lovers made by a flame that flickers bright

Our shadows move just like us, like us they blend as one, we are just two black erotic shapes, not wanting to meet the sun

Silhouettes of two lovers, move on our bedroom wall, copying our every move as together we share our all

Each time we move our silhouette lovers do the same, it's almost quite fun to watch, this silhouetted loving game

You sit across me your head tossed back as you start to ride, our dark shapes still are following, we've got no place to hide

You start to pick up pace as we explode you shout my name, the silhouette are finished also but in silence the shapes remain

THE KINKY POET