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 

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