THE KINKY POET

Across my face

God that skirt of leather looks so gorgeous on your hips, I can see your Green stocking tops, it makes me slowly lick my lips

Your wearing sexy leather you look like a kinky rock type chick, it makes me think of naughty things, it makes me stroke my dick

Having little sexy fantasies of you in leather in my head, imagining you stripping the sexy leather off then jumping in my bed

Finding sexy Green lacey lingerie under the leather skin, makes me want to own you and use your body for my sin

The outfit looks so sexy, your stockings tops have turned me on, god I'm filled with burning desire, I'm your horny poet Ron

I want to run my hands across your outfit then hold you in your sexy lingerie, I'd love to play kinky sexy games, I can only hope you want to play

Seeing you dressed up in gorgeous leather and sexy lace, makes me want to get to you and puts a smile across my face

THE KINKY POET 

Remote control

If you come with a remote control, I would really have some fun, I'd take you out in public and make you flash your tits and bum

I'd have complete control of you, I would have you at my beck and call, you would dress up and play scenarios, I'd make you do it all

Bondage, kinky fun, on your body you would let me feast, you would start off a timid person, then switch to a sexual beast

With the control I'd make spend the night riding me so fast, grinding yourself down on me, then offering me your arse

You'd make every hole available, I would have no need to ask, I would just press the corresponding button and You'd perform the task

Bent over touching your toes, or legs just opened wide, so I could do you from behind or take a look inside

With a simple press of a button You'd be my own fuck doll, I've got loads of batteries all I now need is the remote control

THE KINKY POET 

Sexual craze

I had a small desire that's now grown into a full blown lust, I can't stop thinking about your pussy and getting into it is now a must

I want to part your petals, I want you wrapped around my cock, I want to fuck your brains out, right around the clock

I can't stop thinking about your pussy, I'm desperate to taste your juice, I'm losing my self control, my sexual beast is on the loose

I hope you're not wear panties, especially my favourite ones of the Redest lace, I don't want to remove them slowly, I've got no time to waste

I'm gonna have my wicked way with you, I'm gonna fuck and eat you raw, once I've had my fill of you, I'll be coming back for more

My manhood is throbbing, it screams your name with every beat, it wants to be inside of you, come take my sexual meat

When I say I desire you, it's not some small fleeting phase, it's a burning wild desire, it's some hungry sexual craze

THE KINKY POET 

Shower wonderings

Sitting I'm my shower, the water cascading down my skin, I sit here thinking of you and my mind runs off to think of sin

How I'd love you across my lap, I'd soap every inch of your gorgeous skin, I'd gently wash your pretty Rose, I might even push some fingers in

I'd lather up your sexy curves then I'd give you a gentle rinse, I may cheekily pinch your nipples, but not hard enough to make you wince

I'd kiss your lips with such a passion as the water runs right down your face, just the thought of showering with you, makes my heart begin to race

When I soap myself in my mind my hands are yours, cleaning every inch of me, soaping all my bodies pores

I close my eyes so I can imagine you, naked on my lap, I pull you closer to me and give your sexy arse a slap

God I think you're gorgeous all wet how I wish I had a waterproof phone, then I realise what's the point, I'm here really on my own

THE KINKY POET 

On reflection

Right you're asking me to fuck your friend, you want me to fill her with my seed, it is a very strange request from a girlfriend to ask her man to do this deed

You're saying you just want to watch, you promise to sit quietly on a chair, I'm not sure I could fuck someone else knowing you are there

I'm struggling to find a reason, why would you want me to fuck your mate, I'm scared incase it all goes wrong, it might end up in heartbreak, tears and hate

Is it some sort of loyalty test, some sort of trusting trick, I can't see the reason why you'd want me to give your oldest friend some dick

I must admit your friend is cute, in fact I must confess she's hot but I'm still not sure this would end well, if I gave her all I've got

I hope you've not got some silly plan, that I'd let you then fuck my friends, I don't share my toys with anyone, I'd rather our relationship just ends

No after serious reflection, I'm going to have to decline your request, so the answers no, sorry I'm not into sharing and I won't put on a fucking show

THE KINKY POET 

Feasting

I'm gonna rip your clothes off and throw  them on the floor, then I'm gonna take you tonight like I've never done before

All day you've been on my mind, taking up every inch within my brain, visions of me taking you showing over and over again

Doing different positions, playing some really kinky games, doing bondage on you, calling you some sleazy names

Everything you could imagine from public sex out in our car, taking you in a crowded place, like in our favourite bar

You dressed as a film character, or in red lace lingerie, tied down to our bed, or me watching you and your best friend play

Using all our favourite kinky toys on you, trying my hardest to make you cum, putting the nipple clamps on you and pushing a butt plug up your bum

Tonight I've got to have you, I can no longer contain my sexual beast, I'm gonna rip your clothes and on your body I will feast

THE KINKY POET 

Good boy poet

I've been such a very good boy poet, you say that I will get a prize, I wonder what I'll receive, perhaps a evening between your thighs

Perhaps your put on some lingerie and let me watch you play, then call me on to your bed, so I can get involved today

Role play or some bondage will you let me tie you up, perhaps you'll show me your gorgeous nipples, hanging out from inside a lacey cup

Oh there's so many things that you could give this deserving poet boy, maybe a short video of you playing with your favorite toy

God my minds racing, who knows if I'll get something for being good, I know it sounds very cheeky but I really think I should

Well I guess I must wait and hope, what will be I guess will be but a poet can be hopeful, you'll pick something nice for me

But maybe you don't like good boys, I'd get more gifts if were bad, I'd have to change my attitude, though that would make me sad

Because at heart I'm a good boy, though I write about naughty things most of the time, really they are just my fantasies, I've just written down in rhyme

THE KINKY POET 

Full of my hungry seed

My god I feel I'm cumming, I've that feeling down below, it won't be very long now, before my seed will start to flow

Your petals wrapped around my shaft, caressing my cock so tight, bringing me to the very edge of ecstasy in your bed tonight

Hips grinding slow and deep, I'm soaked in your pussy's juice, I'm at the point of no return, self control has broken loose

Your nails running down my back, you kiss me as you claw, then you stick them in my ass cheeks, it makes me push some more

It's too late to slow down, my desires running wild and free, my mind is simply blown away, with what you do to me

Now I'm on the home stretch, I pound you hard and fast, racing towards orgasm, not sure how much longer I will last

A few more frantic thrusts, I've almost done the sexual deed, I collapse on you exhausted knowing, you are now full of my hungry seed

THE KINKY POET 

Many years ago

Excited but trembling I wasn't sure that i really wanted to play, you want me to flog your skin, in some masochistic way

You tell me just go for it, you say you get off on kinky pain, I gently strike your body, you tell me to do it harder once again

I put more into the next strike, it made me close my eyes, I heard you sigh in ecstasy, it came as a great surprise

You gulped in a mouthful of air, you begged me to strike some more, you asked me to call you names, I mumbled you're my little whore

You were beginning to get real wet, I saw your juices glistening on your leg, to my surprise I sort of liked it, when I heard you beg

You began to swear our loud the verbal abuse just spurred me on, soon I was going at full tilt, it didn't take that long

Hearing you sigh and moan, I flogged you till you cum, leaving bright red raised welt marks on your back and bum

But that was many years ago, now I'm a dungeon master in my own right, it all started with a few soft flogs, on that kinky faithful night

THE KINKY POET 

Until tomorrow

I see you every evening on the my homeward bound commuter train, you always sit opposite me and inspire dirty thoughts inside my kinky brain

I get glimpses of your lacey stocking tops, from underneath your skirt, i wonder if it is by accident or are you just a little flirt

I wonder if your wearing matching lingerie, is there lace panties under there, is your pussy shaven or is there a bush of pubic hair

Sometimes when you move your legs, I hope that I might see, exactly what's hiding up your skirt, the thought makes my mind run free

I think of what you taste like, what's your favourite position in which you fuck, do swallow after blow jobs, how good do those painted lips suck

God my cock is throbbing for you, my hard on is hard to hide, I wonder if you would come with me to the toilet to.have a sneaky ride

Why do I torture myself, when you reach your stop it ends in sorrow, I'll go home alone and frustrated, well at least until tomorrow

THE KINKY POET