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Love Poems About Lust or Lust Love Poems
by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, heart, lost love, love, muse, philosophy,

Desire LOVE Romance

All lovely words
when understood

All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions

Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy

Love, we crave at Kings expense
	at times
		Sacrificing those whom love us true
			spilling blood at humanities alter

Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies

Beware the soft spoken 
cringe when you hear words only a token

Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........

Breathe actions, not poetic verse


by Justin Bordner |
Categories: love,

To Pray On Your Flesh

I want to place my final prayer
upon your plush velvet neck
murmuring my needs warmly
on that expressway where the crossroads of love and lust unite
focusing the steam of my soul there
confessing wholeheartedly
that my heart cannot move without you,
with my thick, steady hand rotating around your priceless grail
feeling the communion of our desire come to life
as your mouth becomes the chalice that holds my heartbeat
in this moment that confirms our sanctity -

J.A.B.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: sad,

A Life Not Lived

I am not remembered in any form or way
Undeserving of their love and respect.
I understand, and yet I grieve.
For myself.

For what I lost
Ignoring the ones who could have
Showered me with love
But did not 
Because they knew me not.

I reserve my place in the cosmos
Of ignorance 
Recognizing truth and love
once again upon the throne of death
as I enter a kingdom I do not deserve

The angels grabbed me and gave me
what I had sought on earth in the form
of lust,  not even my biggest mistake.
My soul cries now
At a life not lived.



by Akkina Downing |
Categories: happiness, lust, passion, romance, sexy,

a night of passion

It wasn't love they needed
It was a night of passion they yearned for
       One feverish touch 
       One delicious kiss
and it was a blaze of flame 
they could not resist 

She was in a high fever to touch and feel all of him 
He was on fire ready to explode needing her ever most

They need not the light on 
They just need each other 
         In the dark
         In the bed
There they explore undisturbed
There they found pure satisfactions
     She lay shamelessly smiling 
     He, holding on to her happily
  
        Smile 
Akkina R Downing 
      7-12-17

by brian anderson |
Categories: love, passionme, me,

Yin & Yang ( a love letter )

she's absolut
i'm hennessy
i'm rush hour traffic in L.A.
she's a small town in Tennessee
she's left handed
i think i'm always right
i love the way she will compromise
i never give in without a fight

hard/soft

she's satin sheets
i'm the body wrapped within
together were complete
without her i feel without a friend

i'm lust
she's desire
she's my redemption
my salvation from the fire
and while were not exactly opposites
she compliments me beautifully
picking me up when i fall
and standing by me dutifully

by Sandra Adams |
Categories: analogy, flower, love, rose,

a wilted rose-Lei

is love to be a wilted rose
to fade beneath the winter snows

to pierce itself with its own thorn
its beauty hide in death to mourn

i watch it bloom from tiny seeds
a spark of lust from passion bleeds

unfold itself within a kiss
then fade within the dying bliss

December 30, 2019


by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beauty, love, lust, sexy,

Dampened Sheets

I am the sultry silence
the wishbone
of your dreams
feel my warm breath
slither down your throat
across your chest
feel my transparent tongue...

We rage the erotic battle
I feel your pulse race
my fingers of flame
caress all that is yours
I am your imagination
arching above your feminine form
I sink slowly into you...

Just so you know my love
you will never be able
to shake me from your dreams
I will seduce you to a place
beyond mere thoughts and words
tonight, dream of us...

by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: food, funny, humorous, nonsense, romance, sexy, silly,

A Fine Flavor between lines

Is it Love
a simple bowl of ice cream
sweating from the heat
cherries on the top
huddled 'round and looking sweet
two little wooden paddles
pretend that they are spoons
as we sit beneath the stars
in the savor of the moon
your lips are all I see
as they caress them with a passion 
the cherries on your tongue
in a delightful playful fashion 
with our eyes intent and focused
in a stare of solemn trust
Is this ice cream truly love
or is it merely cherry lust

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, nature, summer,

Summer Lover

Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lake shore.
I should not go.  So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .


for Brian Strand's Your Choice,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest


by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous, love,

I LOVE TO HATE YOU

Just one look at you Tempting me, teasing me, tormenting me I hate the feelings you evoke Greed Desire Lust Just want to hold you, devour you I don’t want to see you go But I can never resist the last chocolate in the box! 9th March 2015 Contest – Love or Hate – Pick a subject - Shadow Hamilton I chose Love as my theme ~awarded 1st place~

by liam mcdaid |
Categories: betrayal, desire, earth, emotions, hate, love, lust,

Remains

Revenge sweet turning with hate
a brother rises striking blows 
landing hits brother in wicked deeds 
evilness within mans own soul

Cruelty crawling inside desires 
suffering greed of nations they plea 
Rise up against nations man at war 
tearing asunder God's creation 
People slowly murdering loveless

Pride a sinful act of violence 
laced with pain destroying pure love 
everything that once stood out housed peace
so fine cut beautiful, good sharing 
caring  free, in this one, big show rolls 

Keeps turning, the wheel of hope 
whom will speak, as we all become part 
of his heavenly dust in the end 
or  burning remains of hell's fire

by evrod samuel |
Categories: love, lust, senses,

AROUSE ME

AROUSE ME 

Enchant me 
Serenade me 
Touch me

Raise my temperature
Heighten my senses 
Make me tingle all over 

Apply your hands to my trembling body 
Caress the heaving contours 
Of my pliant body

Feel the rhythm of my passions
Boiling within 
Explore all of what I have to give 

Arouse me 
Titillate me 
Enhance my desire 
Make me tingle with your soft kisses

Own me 
Mould me 
Control me 

Free me of inhibitions
School me in desire 
Pleasure me 

It’s not all about me 
But of you and I becoming we

by Jay Loveless |
Categories: best friend, love, lust, youth,

Navigator

You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands

by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: people,

enoughs

do we have "enough" 
will silver flakes of winter's blade
cut us down 
or build us up-
will our pasts behave like choir boys, stay in time
or re-emerge and scream and sting our eye
make us blind to hope and happiness.

Do we have "enough" to pluck the guts 
from the chasms of experience
to fashion buds of love 
from the fiery depths of ego's lust,
have we evolved "enough" to trust again
when our old gray world blitzes in 
swinging concrete fists of what's the use and what ifs,
fill our starving souls with blackbird piss

Do we have "enough" to become an "us'.

by Bradley Veals |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion

To My Love

Dreams, 
Forgotten in a sea of agony
Remembered in waves of regret
And the terror of letting go

Love,
Given freely in the warmth of a kiss
Taken quickly in anticipation
Of pain promised to pass

Her warmth surrounds me
Her strength becomes my own
Her skin holds the memory
Of the familiar touch of my hand

Her lips
Wet and wanting

Her eyes
Open and waiting

Her arms 
Accepting and mournful

Her body
Needful and forgiving

Lust,
A wishful gift of life
Unable to be ignored or pushed away
As we lay together

Dreams,
Forgotten in the blanket of night
Remembered in the light of day
Increasing the terror of letting go

by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,

A Lament for Lost Youth and Love

I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
     a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
     but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of manly beauty, brawn, and thews,
     as of a Greek god in his peerless prime,
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews,
     and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire!...how do I most long for 
     your renewal of my now lovelorn life
for me with the fair virgins of folklore,
     whose maidenhood can quench my lustful strife! 
Now in the fall of my increasing years, 
I have lost youth—and love—as old age nears.

by James Swartz |
Categories: love, lust,

I was Casanova


The look in her eyes gave me 
permission to continue my 
sultry attack on her sexy psyche 

I filed down her feminine defense 
stroking her hair and the ego there 
with her muted moan I knew I could go on

Lunging and plunging my feelings 
kept in a floral and phallic fashion
past her skin like a seductive séance

Such was reality in my mind  
convincing myself I was Casanova 
confirmed by her this idea I kept

by Wendy White |
Categories: abuse, anger, anxiety, break up, depression, feelings, hate,

Hidden In The Rain

She has faced the ghosts from her past.
Traveled beyond the razor's edge.
She is haunted by shame's overcast.

Once engulfed in misery's darkness.
Blame it on insecurity.
Storms of emotion, she tries to repress.

She hides her tears in the rain.
Angry cries are muffled by thunder.
The wind blows away her pain.

A man's lust was disguised as love.
She was misled by impatience.
Her soul is cleansed by water from above.
\
She wandered into the light & found protection.
A discharge of hope revived her spirit.
Now, she can withstand bites of deception.

She hides her tears in the rain.
Angry cries are muffled by thunder.
The wind blows away her pain.

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: desire, hope, romantic love,

Champagne Cravings and Saffron Spice

In evening eyes an ember’s gleam I see emotions ripple from your depths and spread across your surface known to be glassy are ripened waves of passion crashing red Now crocus of your crave in bloom and flare on bed of saffron petals - spice we seize in festival of lust on my skin bare a thousand tingles mingle pleasures tease Your lips brush mine with strawberry caress then kiss me deep your tongue unties my lace I open up to you and your finesse we toast with our champagne in love’s embrace As ravishment reflects epiphany amour I see through rosy tiffany Susan Ashley March 17, 2018

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: betrayal, dark, desire, heartbreak, longing, lust, sad love,

A Little in Love

A little in love
is all that I'll be
maybe I'll fall
just a degree

Maybe I won't
melt when he smiles
maybe my hope
won't run for miles

Maybe my world
won't encircle his face
maybe my heart
won't quicken its pace

Maybe his words
won't brazenly glow
maybe my nervous
worship won't show

Maybe he won't
counsel clandestine meetings
maybe his touch
won't be so fleeting

Maybe my mind won't be dazzled and meek
maybe my will won't be hollow and weak

Maybe I'll excuse his passion-borne bruises
maybe I'll use the face that he uses

A little in love
is all I'll concede
but love can be lies
fools like me believe.

3/16/18

by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beauty, longing, lost love, lust, passion, sensual,

Her Brandied Beauty


Amidst wistful notions
   
   to revive his parched heart,
      
      he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits,
         
         to be cradled... in the tulip of her essence.



Susan Ashley 
July 19, 2019



~ Tenth Place ~ 
An excerpt from: The Irony Of Fate (written July 18, 2018)
Submitted for contest: July 19, 2019
Premiere Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden

by PATRICIA CRESSWELL |
Categories: poetess,

Poetess

Poetess

i am the twisted sister of a twister
lava lady just learning to boil
my words erupt 
yes they are mine
no matter the language
age or blasphemy
i will bid and they will obey

the garnet blood of passion
be it love or otherwise 
will spread its intoxicating infusion
to heat the feeble mind to intensities
that will make the priest weep in his vows
and down in the dives where the hip grinding
sweat soaking miasma of lust cradles
blues will be reborn 

I am the queen bee dripping with honeyed pearls
she who scratches with a stick in mud 
plays keys full of white lightening
here to spread sweet hot spice
on a gray woolsock world.

by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: lust,

Catty Schism

In the Catholic Schools of the West
All students are put to a test
Their head must go South
With an open mouth
To measure who comes off the best

A priest is never too fickle
An Adam's Apple to tickle
No need to repent
Its all Heaven-sent
The meek love sucking a pickle

Virile men should become a priest
So many are needed back East
Beneath every frock
Likes a ticking clock
Hungry mouths in need of a feast

The Bible predicts that a beast
Will plunder the Great and the Least
So you can do more
To even the score
When you serve this world as a priest!

by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: love, lust, romance, romantic, sweet, words,

Kisses and Thumbs

Leave shame at the door
and come in for a while
candlelight skin
scallywag smile

Let’s make beginnings
that finish with sighs
homecoming hands
warm olive eyes

Honour my outlines
then colour me bright
limbs without end
borderless night

Then wake me with words
to which I’ll succumb
even more than I yield
to kisses and thumbs

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 9th grade, emotions, feelings, imagery, love,

Unparalleled



Sitting on the beach in the dark of night anticipation counts every heartbeat. And when waves wash ashore in the moonlight, I laugh as the tide tickles my bare feet. I had you promise that you'd meet me here under starlit skies, for our rendezvous. Love's more real than lust and braver than fear, it intoxicates and overwhelms you. When you fall in love, you do silly things, it's the elixir of eternal youth. Fueling fledgling dreams, love lends hope wings, tethered to your soul and anchored to truth. When fantasy and reality meld, life's so splendorous; it's unparalleled. (Sonnet) 01/26/2020