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 

Sacred garden

I'm outside your sacred garden, I'm admiring your special Rose, her petals glistening seductively, her aroma wafting up my nose

I've pushed aside your soft lace gate, I see a damp patch on the red, you are so very sexy, I want you in my bed

Now you've layed down on my bed, your legs are now spread wide, I slowly part your petals, searching for the bud inside

I find her engorged with blood, your desires now in bloom, I put my mouth to you, your juices I will get to taste real soon

Your nectar tastes like heaven, like a starving Hummingbird I sip, frantically I lap at you, sipping with each deliberate dip

Soon we strike a perfect rhythm, as I lap you rise and fall, as I go down you go up, to me you give your all

Passion takes me over, my desire for you is now on show, I move up to enter your sacred garden, we start off nice and slow

Together we blend into one, each move the other person knows, you explode and so do I and my seed feeds your perfect Rose

THE KINKY POET 

Girls night

Ok baby I have decided to agree to your very strange request, you can bring your two friends over and have a girls kinkfest

I will do the pictures and I'll take videos on your phone, so you've got reminders of your girls night, to watch when you're alone

I'll supply your supply of wine, I guess a few bottles will make you brave, then your inhibitions will fade and you can do all the things you crave

Yes you can use our toy box, I'm keen to see you fuck your friends, the thought of you all sucking pussy, ooooh the excitement just never ends

I hope they come in lingerie, who are the friends you have in mind, I didn't know you had the mates who were of the kinky kind

It's going to be hard for me if I'm to look but cannot touch, but I'll do anything for you because I love you so very much

So organise the time and date, just tell me when you want to play, I'll get the toys out and wine in, I'll be ready to do anything you say

THE KINKY POET 

Decision, decisions

One night of no regrets, one night to let your beast roam free, if you had me at your total mercy, what would you do too me

Put me in your favourite lingerie, put Red lipstick on my face, dress me as a character, designed to make your heart just pound and race

Would you get out your favourite toys, perhaps butt plugs and those nipple clamps, I must confess the thought of that gets me kind of damp

Will you tie me to the bed, remember I'd have to agree to any task, tonight there's no sexual boundaries, I have to comply to all you ask

This is your chance to do anything, try a new and crazy kink, something you've never dared ask to try, take your time just have a think

This offer lasts for just one night, I'll do anything you say, I hope you choose carefully don't waste this night of no rules play

Lustful sex, a night of dress up and pain, anything you yearn but as always there's a kinky twist, the night after it's my turn

THE KINKY POET 

Grant my wishes

I know you are my dream time fantasy, how I wish that you were real, in my kinky dreams you wear Red Lace but I wonder how you'd really feel

What would it be like to run my hands across your body, to really feel your skin, to have you here in my empty lonely bed, sharing  nights of love and sin

Feeling your body next to me, having you wrapped within my arms, sharing all your hopes and kinks, mesmerized by your looks and charms

Tenderly kissing you, feeling my ravenous desires grow, taking time to enjoy all of you, I'd take things nice and slow

Moving across your gorgeous body but not just in my mind, to slide between your thighs for real, what wetness would I find

To taste your pussy's juice, to lap up your precious wine, I'd make sure I never spilled a drop, I make sure all your juice was mine

I'd give up all my nighttime visits, for even the smallest of real kisses, I can only hope and pray, one day God will grant my wishes

THE KINKY POET