THE KINKY POET

Naughty secret on your phone

I live amongst the shadows, we share only when you're all alone, I'm the naughty little secret who you carry with you on your phone

Sitting quietly waiting never interfering with your busy day, there at a moments notice whenever you have the need to play

Ready to make you smile, hoping to make you wiggle in your seat, I will always be there for you, to be your special private treat

No one knows about me, I'm the secret you keep hidden deep inside, wherever you go I go, I'm always by your side

When you need a break from the real world when you've got a little time, you find yourself a private place and read a little rhyme

There like a shinning beacon,  I'm a true a trusted Knight, there to chase the real days blues away anytime day or night

But until you have need of me, I'll just sit quietly all alone, sound in the knowledge I'm your naughty little secret on your phone

THE KINKY POET 

Somebody's porn

Let's go out in public, let's find a sort of safe place to play, let's fuck with a chance of getting caught I'm feeling brave today

Wear one of your summer dresses, you won't need your underwear, I want you to be so accessible that I can easily get under there

So are we going to have sex in the mall, or perhaps in the back row in the cinema, or let's just pull over so we can fuck as other vehicles pass our car

We could go to the woods, I'd bend you over a big Oak tree, some nerdy birdwatcher might catch us at it, the idea kind of pleases me

I wonder if they'd get off on us, perhaps we'd get caught and filmed on their phone, then they could relieve themselves watching us when they're on their own

Imagine being a strangers turn on, we would both be like unknown kinky porn star's, filmed having sex everywhere from shopping malls and open spaces or even parked up motorcars

Come on get yourself ready the Sunshine so nice and warm, let's go out and have some outdoor fun, let's go be somebody's porn

THE KINKY POET

Thursday lift

It was a Thursday much like any other until a gift came down my phone, it was a picture of a Goddess for me to look at on my own

A pretty bodice of sheer black lace with panties made to match, the moment that I saw it, a sexy poem began to hatch

She was gorgeous to look at it was adorned with embroidered flowers, her curves were captivating I could have stared at this pic for hours

My mind was now running wild, sexy stanzas filled my head, words expressing what I'd like to do if she was here laying in my bed

Red trimming ran along each edge, caressing every curve, looking at this gorgeous picture had awoken every sexual nerve

I wondered what it would have felt like, to run my hands across her skin, to play with her as my own, too have one night of sin

It turned my drab old Thursday, it gave me a much needed lift, oh sadly I was dreaming and I never received such a gorgeous gift

THE KINKY POET 

Teachers pet

With head bowed in silence, I hear the others leave the room, I was in trouble once  again, you slammed the class door with a boom

You sat on the desk in front of me with my eyes glued to the floor, I could see your crossed feet and some stocking but I wanted to see much more

I raised my head slowly, taking in all that I could see, you were wearing a short skirt and  tight blouse, in my mind you wore them just for me

You berated me for my behaviour saying it's not acceptable in your class, I was busy wondering what it would be like to stroke your arse

I tried to look interested but I was just fixated with your chest, when it comes to gorgeous cleavages you miss have one of the very best

I could see your mouth moving the words were lost on me, I could feel my cock hardening doing it's very best to just break free

You glanced down and saw it, you smiled and said "It seems you have some wood" I was thinking how I'd hate to go to waste and how I'd use it if I could

You then told me if I behaved in class I might get a special treat and with that you leant forward and through my trousers touched my throbbing meat

I began to breathe much faster, you said calm yourself boy not yet, first you must do has you are told before you become this teachers pet

THE KINKY POET 

Voyeurism show

Make sure when you tie my wrists to the bench do them nice and tight, put my legs in the spreader bars, what time is your friend arriving there tonight

Do you want me naked or shall I slip into some accessible lingerie, I've got some new peep hole stuff, I could wear it for the play

Have you charged all the wands, the butt plugs and lube are on the side right next to the bed, don't forget the nipple clamps and paddles there's so much going through my head

I hope your work friend fancies me, your sure he's well endowed, I'm getting quite nervous about playing with a stranger in front of a watching crowd

I know it was my sexual fantasy to be shared with another man but you always go that extra mile like no other kinky partner can

I imagined it would be just us three, now we're performing for a crowd, I hope I put on a good show for them I so want to make you proud

So you said your mate was well into the idea of fucking live on stage, I must confess I'm getting turned on about being the girl they crave

Not only desired and craved by two men but to turn on people I don't know, I can't believe we're gonna be the headline act in a voyeurism show

THE KINKY POET 

The lingerie report

I wake up every morning and you're the first thing on my mind, I start by wondering about the lingerie your wearing today specifically what kind

What material is it made of, what's lucky enough to touch your skin, how privileged your panties are to hold what lies within

Are they just a plain colour or a combination of a matching two, two different shades of the same colour I guess that's up to you

Some made of the softest satin, some edged with pretty lace, I try to imagine what todays matching look you're in, I'm like a detective on the case

Is todays got a pretty pattern perhaps it's covered in cute and pretty flowers, the combinations are endless this poem could go on for hours

The colours of the rainbow they're like Skittles in lingerie, each one sweet and delicious, a different flavor every day

Perhaps you should send me a daily picture, just to put my mind at rest, I'm sure you'd look gorgeous in anyone of the sets but I still love a soft red lace set the best

THE KINKY POET 

Housekeeping

I'm staying in a log cabin surrounded by mountains white with Snow, it's going to be a real chilled vacation I intend to take things nice and slow

I hop into the shower I heard a quiet voice through the bathroom door, I opened it to see the housekeeper as my towel dropped to the floor

Flushed and embarrassed I pick it up and secure it around my waist, she smiles at me mischievously and asks is the cabin to my taste

Once over my embarrassment I took a close look at my rooms housemaid, yes everything is gorgeous I mean perfect except for one thing I'm afraid

It would seem the towels aren't quiet big enough, I laughed as I apologised once again, I didn't catch her reply has I had naughty thoughts running through my brain

She shook her head and forgave me saying she's seen a man before and as for the bath towel I should have left it on the floor

I stood frozen for a moment did I hear what she just said or was it wishful thinking running around this poets head

Then she turned and locked the door she walked me to the bed, I was in the vacation heaven and housekeeping was giving head

Soon I was going down on her we were entangled in a sixty-nine, she sucked cock like a true professional and her pussy taste devine

We fucked for the evening as she dressed she said I hope you enjoy your trip, well I said you'll get a five star revue and a enormous tip

THE KINKY POET 

Overwhelming hunger

I want you as my sexual plaything, I need you to be my dirty toy, I need to release the sexual tension building in this poet boy

I write thing in rhyme at night, I then post them so you can read, hoping you feel my hunger, do you feel my ravenous need

Do I portray the fires of desire, gowing, welling up deep inside, do you read how badly I want you here laying by my side

The hunger for you is overwhelming my sexual beast just needs to feed, lay yourself before me please let me sate this sexual greed

Let me be the one who owns you, honour me by wearing my favourite coloured lace, you know what red does for me, you can make my heartbeat race

Use your eyes to seduce me, show me how you like tease, do some erotic moves for me, shoe me how much you like to please

Be prepared for a sexual onslaught the moment I get to touch your skin, I'm going to take you to sexual ecstasy on this night kinky sin

THE KINKY POET 

Oral

I want to smother you in kisses from your head down to your toes, kiss you gently on your lips and kiss your pretty nose

Kiss you slowly around your neck, running slowly down your spine, making sure I don't miss a inch your body's so devine

My lips brushing wild on your skin, I can feel your body heat, you taste and smell delicious, you are a sexual treat

My mouth covers your nipples, I give them a gentle suck but now I have to move on down your body it's time for a oral fuck

Now I'm down at your feet, slowly I kiss up inside your thighs, there is your glistening rose, right before my eyes

Nibbling at your inner thighs you push yourself into my face, I'm now eating at your pussy trying to make your heartbeat race

Now I'm drowning in your sex juice, it's on my bearded chin, I lap fast and furiously try to get all your juices in

Drinking from your pussy I adore your juices gorgeous taste, sorry about the stain on your bedsheets I'm sorry I let some juices go to waste

THE KINKY POET 

The one I choose

I dreamed I owned your body, you were my kinky plaything in this dream, mine to do with as I wished, until you made me cream

Obviously you were in red lace lingerie that shouldn't have need to be said, for everytime I dream of you, that's how you're in my head

Gorgeous and so sexy, I'm obsessed with all your curves, you really are a Goddess, you awaken all my sexy kinky nerves

I would love to look at you, I'd spend hours taking pictures on my phone, then use them as inspiration when writing naughty poems on my own

Each dream inspires naughty sentences I just put them into line, building up kinky scenarios turning them all into a sexy rhyme

You are such an inspiration thinking of you makes me want to write, it relieves my sexual tension when I'm feeling horny in my bed at night

So when I'm feeling creative you are the person you are l my only muse, the girl who I always dream of you are the only one I choose

THE KINKY POET