THE KINKY POET

Forever hear my name

Place your head against my chest, you'll hear my heart call out your name, a beat for every syllable calling out to you over and over again

Each beat sends my need for you, through every single vein, igniting my desires, with every kinky message rushing to my brain

The need for you is surging, I'm so desperate to make you mine, to share all aspects of my life until the end of time

I wonder if I listened to your heartbeat would I hear my name, do you carry me with you, do you feel the same

Do you have the need for me, like the way I have the need for you, if I was within your reach, exactly what would you like to do

Would you have your way with me, indulge in your kinky sin, would you bite and scratch me, leaving your mark upon my skin

Or would you share your gentle side, would we spend our lives together, so when I listen to your heartbeat, would I hear my name forever

THE KINKY POET 

Soft and gentle kiss

The kiss was so soft and gentle, who knew where it might lead, the thought of it ending would make my poor heart bleed

With our lips moulded together, we shared hopes and dreams within a kiss, then our tongue danced together, it truly was erotic bliss

Our arms held us together we were locked in a sweet embrace, my eyes were closed so tightly but I wanted to see your face

The taste of your painted lips, Is now forever locked into my brain, I will never forget the taste of you, for all my years that still remain

The kissing intensifies as both of our passions start to grow, he are now kissing hard and fast, long gone is the nice and slow

Hands begin to run wild, feeling out each others sin, I slide my hand between your thighs, your wetness guides me in

Soon we are naked, making love with you was such bliss, who knew where it would lead to, that soft and gentle kiss

THE KINKY POET 

Fool the world

Locked inside my broken body, I may be paralyzed but I still dream, wishing I was a whole man again, often makes me want to scream

Remembering when I was fully functional, my life was so much fun, I'd be the first up for anything, like a bullet from a gun

Now all I have are memories, reminders on my phone, often they still make me smile but sometimes I cry alone

I often dream of better days, of things done long in the past, they bring me small comforts but that don't really last

I know I must try to suck it up, do my very best to fight, it's difficult when your pillows tear stained on a cold and lonely night

But tomorrow brings a brand new day, I must strive for more, look inside myself to find the man, the one I was before

Till then I must carry on, put on a brave face and fake a smile, go out there and pretend all is well and fool the world in style

THE KINKY POET

Kinky filthy slut

Oh I'm feeling dirty, I need to find myself a kinky filthy slut, one with delicious curves and a sexy butt

One who will dress up in my favourite sexy Red lingerie, one who let me do as I please, do exactly what a say

She must have no limits, I'm really in the mood for fun, she's got let me use her and decide in which hole I want to cum

I might fancy role play, I could pretend to abduct her off the street, drag her to a cabin, where I'd bind her by her hands and feet

I'd bring out the kinky toy box, put on the nipple clamps, bite her flesh to leave my mark, some kinky owner stamps

Hang her from a low beam, then lightly flog her gorgeous skin, take her in every hole, I'm so hungry for some sin

Make her give me a blow job, then use her pussy and then finish in her butt, I've got my plan worked out now all I need to find is a kinky filthy slut

THE KINKY POET 

Dream Queen

I stand and bow before you as you sit so regal on your throne, I'm subservient to you my Queen, I'm the person that you own

Doing everything you ask, I'm forever at your beck and call, always there to do as you ask, for you I give my all

Any task is not to much, I would do absolutely anything to make you smile, I'd give every ounce of me, I'd go the extra mile

There's not a single thing I wouldn't do, I want you always satisfied, I'd climb the highest mountain for you or at least you'd know I've tried

Tell me your wants and needs, my bodies yours to own, if I'm not within your reach, I've always got my phone

I'd be there in a heartbeat, I was born to be your boy, I'm here to honour you anyway I can, I'm your submissive toy

I'm honoured to wear your collar, I love to owned by you my Queen, how I hate to wake up and find out you're just a dream

THE KINKY POET 

Viewing pleasure

Sitting in my wheelchair, there's a Blindfold on my eyes, I've been told I must leave it on or it will ruin my Valentines surprise

I hear you moving around the room, I hear a sound as you climb onto our bed, my minds going at a million miles an hour, kinky thoughts rush though my head

Then I feel a hand touch me, a soft pair of lips then brush my face, I know you're on our bed, my mind begins to race

I reach for the person, she pulls free from my eager grasp, then light floods my eyes, she's removed my mask

I look passed this stranger, I see you naked legs spread wide, then I hear the humming as you push your toy inside

The stranger climbs onto my lap, I run my hands across her skin, she guides me to her wetness, my fingers slide right in

I'm playing with her pussy as you start to sigh and moan, you are having it seems a real good time, playing on your own

The stranger kisses me forcefully then hops right off my lap, she gives me a little wave and her arse a cheeky slap

She climbs on our bed, she takes control of your humming toy, my god it's time for girl on girl, I'm such a lucky boy

I watch as two gorgeous girls lick and play, I take pics whilst you sixty-nine, most people have sexual fantasies and this was one of mine

My curvaceous girl and a stranger, both looking hot and so devine, fucking for my viewing pleasure, just for Valentine

THE KINKY POET 

What resides inside your heart

I'm so ravenous for your body, I want to spend a night in sin, doing all kinky, dirty, sleazy things, running wild across your skin

I want you to unleash your inner beast, feel free to claw and bite, let me see your wild side, I want see the animal in you this night

Show me your favourite kinks, it's time to see your naughty side, do all the things you've thought about, but always had to hide

The things you've often dreamed about, things that have always left you wet, incredibly sexy kinky things, stuff you haven't tried just yet

But tonight I'm here to do all the things, to make all your kinky dreams come true, we will play and do anything you want, I want to share your dreams with you

So tell me everything you want to do, tell me all about your secret kink, I don't care how strange they are or what other people think

Share with me a wild night of sin, so let our kinky evening start, now's the time to give in to your wildest desires and show me what resides inside your heart,

THE KINKY POET 

Contentment

I give you soft and sensual kisses as I move up along your spine. My hands tease across your curves, I long to make you mine

Nipping at your neck, I move around the front to kiss your lips, we share slow lingering passionate kisses as I slide between your hips

I raise your hands above your head, I bind them to the headboard nice and tight, now you're at my mercy, your my plaything for the night

Kisses grow with passion, my tongue wriths around with force, it battles hard with your tongue, but I over power you of course

Moving down your neck, your cleavage awaits my touch, I suck hard on your nipples, how I adore your tits so much

My manhood rubs against you as I move around your skin, throbbing with anticipation, hungry for a night of sin

But first there's so much more to do, your pussy I must taste, I bury my head between your legs, I hold you by your waste

You begin to buck and moan, as I suck roughly on your clit, your bonds are holding steadfast has I lap juices from your slit

You beg me to fuck you, you start asking for my cock, I push it deep inside you, it's throbbing and has solid as a rock

I start to fuck You slow and deep, each thrust finished with a grind, you are beginning to thrash around, it's like you've lost your mind

Orgasms flow over you, the sheets are stained and soaking wet, you are cumming frequently but I'm not finished yet

I begin to pick up speed, I pound you hard into the bed, I explode deep inside you, now my cock is soft and dead

I untie you and we cuddle, I feel your heartbeat going at full pace, I look deeply into your eyes and see contentment on your face

THE KINKY POET 

Finally your mine

Laying in my lonely bed at night, imagining you're mine, thinking of the many ways, I'd tell the world in rhyme

Tell them how I'd hold you tight, sharing soft and sensual kisses, touching every inch of you, would be another of my wishes

Feeling you laying next to me, me sharing your bodies heat, just to spend a real night with you, would truly be a treat

Exploring your body, have my hungry mouth between your thighs, my tongue lapping at your flower, the sweetness of your nectar's no surprise

Your hand running across my body, you trace my tattoos line, your nails copying my artwork, you're in no rush you take your time

After this soft and gentle foreplay, you guide my shaft inside, knowing you've given yourself to me, fills this poet full of pride

Here are just a few stanzas, of how I'd tell the world in rhyme, that no longer are you just a dream but finally you're mine

THE KINKY POET 

Struggling with being paralyzed today. Feeling low

My self belief

I could write of your beauty in poetry use a million words to say but I know they count for nothing if you don't feel that way

I can say your sexy, write stanzas about how I wished that you were mine, without your own self belief, its just another rhyme

All the fancy lines I write from my lonely empty bed, don't count for anything unless, you believe in the words I've said

I can say you are gorgeous, how I'd love to run my hands across your skin, none of these lines mean anything if you won't let my words sink in

Yes you may read what I write, I really hope  my poems make you smile, that brings me small comfort but I know they only last you a while

Caring soft and tender words may flow straight from my heart, hoping to make you see that though we're worlds apart

There is someone out there, who hopes your confidence will grow, then when you look into the mirror the person I dream about will show

Being paralyzed I have self doubt, low self esteem causes me such grief but I try my best everyday to improve my self belief. 

THE KINKY POET