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 

Opening

My heart is like a flower blossoming in your morning Sun, I feel I'm accepting who I am and my life has just begun

Many years I've hid myself away, lived my life in somewhere dark, now I'm standing out of lifes shadows and you have been the spark

I want to show the world who I am, I want to be the man I'm meant to be, finally I feel unshackled, the real me is now set free

Things are changing with me, I think it's down to you, you've given me some self belief, you've been honest kind and true

I thought being broken my life was over I was all but done, somehow you showed me there's more to life, you're like a golden ray of sun

Your friendship has given me new life, being paralyzed isn't nowhere near the end, I've still got so much more to give, thank you my special friend

You've given me the strength I need to grow, to let my heart just open wide, there will always be a place for you, feel free to come inside

THE KINKY POET 

Forever your slave

If you could own me for a day, what kinky things would you have me do, would you be doing things to me or would I be doing them to you

Would you have me tied down tight, or would I be flogging you whilst your hanging from a beam, would we be playing out scenarios that come from your erotic dream

Would you be the dominant force, or would you want to be my slave, doing all I asked of you,  delivering all I crave

Would I be in handcuffs or would you be all tender wearing lace, would I be doing you from behind or fucking face to face

Would you let me take naughty pictures with my mobile phone of me and you fucking or of you playing with yourself alone

Tonight if you owned me would you degrade me, call me dirty names, if you had all the control, what would be the evenings kinky games

I guess it truly doesn't matter because I'm your sex slave every day but sometimes I can't help but wonder about the fun we'll have today

THE KINKY POET 

Lonely in my bed

Lust running in my blood, I feel it surging through my veins, I have such a ravenous hunger, only one thing still remains

I'm all alone without you, I'm so very hungry but so alone, full of a rampant desire but left to write poems on my phone

Stanzas full of kinky sex, lines so full of want and lust, I'm so filled with a need for you, I feel I am fit to bust

My heart is pounding in my chest, you're running crazy through my mind, we are doing everything that comes in a kinky kind

Your body is mine to own, you are my dirty playground full of fun, I want to have my way with you, I want for us to cum

Exploding together, sharing a orgasm fit for a King and Queen, you are mine and I am yours, though I know it's just a dream

I have no control of how I feel, when you creep inside my head, I wake up feeling horny but still lonely in my bed

THE KINKY POET 

Late night lament

Reaching out helplessly for a hand he cannot seem to find, searching for a connection with someone who's true and kind

Someone to help mend a fractured heart, to bring this man a smile, to bring to him such happiness, that he hasn't felt in quite a while

He longs for a connection, it's a craving he's had for so long, just to be part of something special, he's desperate to belong

To feel her skin next to him, just to look deep into her eyes, fills his heart with hunger, he slowly weeps and sighs

Tear stains on his pillow, he pulls it in and hugs it tight, alone again that damp pillow is the only comfort he'll get tonight

He lays there in the dark his sad longing starts to grow, at the end of a restless night, only a lamented poem he'll have to show

Written in dawns early light, he rises to begin another empty day, who knows today he may find her , well he can hope and pray

THE KINKY POET 

Drop of sin

You sit on the edge of your desk, your legs spread opened wide, I'm on my knees before you, I take a peek inside

I see your pretty petals. They are the cutest pink and wet, I'm close enough to smell your sex but I haven't tasted your pussy yet

You reach forward to grab my head. You pull me in real tight, I start to make circles on your bud, it feels so good tonight

You grip my head tighter, as you push your pussy into my face, you lift yourself up and down, you control the depth and pace

I lap with perfect timing, the moment you go down my tongue go up, each lick collects your juice, on your pussy I love to sup

You grind yourself hard into my face, you ride me hard and fast, my mouth is getting jaw ache, I don't know how long that i can last

I feel you start to quiver, you toss your head back and scream my name, it inspires me to tongue you harder, my technique it fans your flame

Soon I'm drowning in your sex, you soak my beard and chin, I run my tongue all over my face, trying to catch each drop of sin

THE KINKY POET 

Desperate need

Desires, hunger, in the heat of passion, I guess you might call it lust, it is known by many names but to have you is a must

My soul feels like it's on fire, you've ignited a unquenchable flame, you've driven me to distraction, I've only got myself to blame

Dreaming of you constantly, each night you come right to my bed, we spend the night doing kinky stuff, that I've dreamed up in my head

You're always in matching lingerie made of the finest lace, I'm lost inside your gorgeous curves, hypnotised by your pretty face

My head dives between your thighs, I'm marking a path up to your clit, each bite seems to drive you wild and moistens up your slit

I'm ravenous for your pussy, I'm desperate to have a taste, I will simply drink you dry, not a drop will go to waste

Once I've had my fill of you, I'll slide up to do the deed, I'll pound you into heaven and fill you with my creamy seed

Then I'll wake up all alone, horny and still full of my creamy seed, another night of dreaming and I'm still full of a desperate need

THE KINKY POET 

Came from you

A million of your sweetest kisses would never be enough, I could never get my fill of your sweetest loving stuff

To feel your lips mould with mine is such a special treat, your warmth and your tenderness simply can't be beat

Maybe I sound so greedy when I say you are all I need, if my desires are a bad thing, then I'm guilty of such greed

I hunger for a single kiss, for you my passion always burns, I'm ravenous to feel you kiss me, I cannot hold back my yearns

Wether they are slow soft and gentle kisses or ones full of wild desire, each kiss warms my inner soul, you spread through me like a uncontrollable wildfire

Open mouthed our tongues engaged in a erotic fight, or lips gently brushing, I'll take any type of kiss tonight

Sensual or full of passion, absolutely any kiss would do, I'd accept them all so gratefully as long as they just came from you

THE KINKY POET