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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: dream, fire, love, lust,

A Tale of Fire and Ice

Part I: Ice He shines like silver midnight moon - cool marble statue, this tycoon. And though he makes the ladies swoon, of ice he’s hewn.; of ice he’s hewn. He’s poker-faced and can deceive competitors and can achieve most anything, but can’t conceive of Genevieve, of Genevieve. Like Neptune, distant from the sun - relationships he chose to shun. He thought the search for love was done. He has no one; he has no one. Now love’s allure has come his way. What will he do? What will he say? Will he grab hold, beg love to stay, or let it stray? Or let it stray? Part II: Fire This dragoness disguised in lace - passion’s flower with angel’s face, precisely picks the time and place each dream to chase, each dream to chase. Like ink the color red, she stains the hearts of those whose love she drains, and then she leaves when naught remains No lust she feigns; no lust she feigns. And now there’s one who would suffice. For him alone, she’d sacrifice her everything, so he of ice she must entice, she must entice. So Genevieve now strikes the flame. Will man of ice his love proclaim? Beneath her fire and his cold frame, they’re both the sameThey’re both the same. for Broken Wing's Form G or GIVE me an NA - Poetry Contest N/A in Your best rhyming poem Contest judged Feb 2, 2017


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: best friend, cute love, desire, funny love, lost love, love, love hurts, lust,

I Think Of You - An Alternative Universe - 6


From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.

We were five I use to draw you rose scented flowers
using an ordinary led pencilYouth! The world was ours.

Seven!  I know that was the first time I saw you blush.
I whispered a song for you so no one else would hear.

Oh when we were nine! The potato sack race I entered with Lisa.
 You gave me that lookOh that look!  And you  left without a word.

At eleven years old I had my "magic wink""A Magic Wink" you'd
say sarcastically How it made you giggle to make fun of it.

It was at thirteen we decided to burn the gym floor with our moves.
Our first dance You stole my breathEmptied the room of oxygen.

Fifteen...we started running and my God we ran and ran...
our shoe prints dug into the concreteIt was then I knewForever.

Then suddenly at seventeen in the slip of time you left, dissapeared.
Stunned! I slept through the next two years even in the full light of day.

At nineteen I swam an endless pool but even the chlorine couldn't
clear your scent from my memory as my spirit filled out hard as steel.

Was it on my twenty first birthday you showed up? You showed up
 tried to hug me helloSilent! Cold! I turned and walked away.

Was I still twenty one when I apologized for that dayWhen you asked 
for an explanationI recited false words but we both knewHurt for hurt.

Then at twenty five we still had issues to work outI asked you bluntly 
why you cut me loose in the prime of our youthYou my first and only.

I asked the question that burned in my gutWithout words your eyes spoke. 
You were still in love with meThere was only meI your first and only.

Finally our lips met to never part againLeft to wonder why, I accept our 
lives without an answerMy love was thatWhy would I have let you go?

Older than old nowOne last time you leaveDeath makes this choice. 
Alone again I remember how I never knew why once you left.

Not everything  is explained or understood,
like music by a one arm man playing a violin.

I sport my blank stareNaked is the body of life.
Mystery sings blind the song of the lark!

and I...

i think of you.



March 29 2015
Armand





Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: abuse, conflict, jealousy, love, lust, magic, poetry,

Poetry Soap

It’s almost time and I must run to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun. It comes on every day at this time and I don’t want to miss a single rhyme. Some are about a long-lost lover written by a secret poet undercover. Some are about jealousy and some about trust with rhyming lines filled with lust. Competition is part of their game with bards and musicians hiding their name. They covet a prize and praise galore laid at their feet and virtual door. But when Poet A falls in love with Poet B you can bet there’ll be flaming words from Poet C. Or when Poet D gets Poem of the Day Poet E will have something to say. Sometimes it’s fun to read the rhymes of hate whenever I can’t sleep and stay up late. Battles of wits, Poets who have fits, Some who sing, Some who sting. Magical flights to lands of old written with passion and pens of gold. But it’s the humble ones I adore whose words are pure, their egos left at the door. Each episode an unending story with poets and their pets seeking glory. It’s addicting like dope. I don’t want to miss today’s episode of Poetry Soap. By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 9/26/2017 “All Rights Reserved”


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: betrayal, break up, heartbroken, jealousy, lost love, love hurts, lust,

Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play


Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena SWalker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 
 


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: art, beauty, betrayal, child, cute love, lust, moving on, symbolism,

BASTARD

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white,   deep shallow wells,   -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin,  an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty,   running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pound from shame 
What is his sin,  -he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come into my light, like a good man

I sing and tell a tale, "A Bastard through the night"
His eyes I wage a thousand times,  young and poor, I felt saved
Lying down in the arms of my white knight
My hair perfectly caressed,   he came to my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover,  he did it well,   then went back to his wife
A moment of gold,  the ages live,   his son is born
   "He Was Beautiful!"

Another Bastard brought into this world



Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: love, lust,

Thirsty Love





As a young boy
    I watch with interest the small man
   Wolf Hunter - a wise father of the hunt


He begins an old ritual
   coating his knife blade 
   rich animal blood and tallow fat
   freeze

Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer
   freeze 
   and another – freeze

A frozen tallow-blood knife

Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf
    fixes his knife in ground
    blade up  
    prays and leaves



Grey wolf sniffs air and begins to run
    blood is on the wind  
    he licks, tasting the delicious blood-tallow

He howls into the night and licks faster
   a blood lust building 
   lapping the blade until the sharp edge bites 

Feverishly now, faster and harder 
   Grey wolf licks the blade in the arctic night
   great is his craving for blood

The insatiable blood-thirst 
    now being satisfied by his own warm blood 
    the naked blade biting his tongue
    his carnivorous appetite devouring 




In the pale morning light
    Wolf Hunter finds Grey Wolf
    dead in the snow
    stooping down he picks up his knife

 I stand frozen  – sicken by the sight
    Wolf Hunter looking at me says
     to be consumed by your own desire
                    is a dangerous and deadly foe 




Years later
    staring at the bottle
    hands shaking -- eyes filled with lust
    a vison: a grey wolf consumed dead
    the howl of the wolf-wind beseeching 

To be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe


                          \_____/>
                          /\      /\









David Meade
12-12-2014

Live Generously


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: love, lust, romance, romantic,

The Silence Of My Lust


 
There was sweat on my brow, beads of them as I approached her I was a young man, still green She was a mature woman like the long blades grow free in the lush of nature My hand in hers she took me into her warmth. Nervous, shy you could hear grass grow in the quiet of my fear in the silence of my lust I knew nothing. As we rolled in the dew of sex as I fumbled and groped, I in some instinctive wisdom entrusted myself fully to her She set our bodies in a fluid motion my virginity now neatly cut We spent days as I explored the fresh sweet air of 'us'. It was then I became a man. Learned how you hold a flower how you manicure the stem how you water the soil how you delicately hold the petals It was then I became a gardener A gardener worthy to tend a garden so vital It was then I learned how to love a woman. 30~12~2014 Armand


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: desire, love, lust, sensual, sexy,

Summer Wine - An Erotic Romance

The video is intrinsic to the setting of the sceneThe vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to the plot. 

A balmy night it was when he stepped in the bar A wondrous apparition at a table not far The singers crooned soft notes on a stage dimly lit The name of the song eluded he had to admit The pianist played softly, mood lighting set the scene Projected colours of amethyst, pinks, blues and green Elegant and haughty her brow slightly frowned She sat all alone when he cast his eye around He approached her shyly asking to join for a while With a nod she gestured to her bottle of pink wine Her hair so lustrous matching her brown smoldering eyes Her lips so inviting with the curve of her smile She lifted her glass, her invitation divine They toasted each other with her sweet summer wine He covered her hand their fingers felt the thrill The room in slow motion, a world standing still Euphonious echoes of rapturous heights Scintillating patterns of bouncing laser lights He walked her home under a sky of azure blue Under pink frangipanis heavily dripping with dew As he turned to leave she indicated to stay awhile Invited him in for her sweet summer wine Tongues probing - entwined - an angel’s spring kiss His pulse how it raced as he stroked shapely hips The sweet summer taste on her exquisite lips Kindled a love - an enchanting rhapsody of bliss A click of the clasp - flimsy garments released Shimmering seductively around to her feet Sensually turning now absolutely au naturel Revealed her etched beauty of a form so sensual His projected resplendence complimented her perfections And the majestic elegance of her peaked manifestations Desire for feather touches and moist sweet lips To be tantalized by the elation of a lover’s sweet kiss Trickling down her pearl valley rampantly on fire Liquid crystal gems forged in a tunnel of desire Soft touches and kisses on her silken skin A washed him in nectar from her passion within Cloud soft mattress - sheet threads so fine United as one as their limbs entwined To celestial choral rhythm and soft moans of rapture Harmonious they moved to quench intense pleasure On a Richter of ten - bodies quaking molto allegro Celestial Symphonies shrieking to alto crescendo A comet streaking from a Stellar above signalling their passionate release of love Yin meeting Yang so gracefully entwine Beaming their energy into the Universe divine Together they basked in a euphoric state The night had advanced as he indicated the hour late She stroked him so gently saying your time is mine So tarry a while for some more summer wine
Footnote: Do I hear you asking if someone else was involved - in this write? Well! - in projects like these it usually needs a couple’s consensual, combined experiences! So my curious reader I’m obliged to confess That the answer is an explicit - YES! YES! YES! There - Now you have it! Thank you Reluctant Poet - (RP) RP is not a member of Poetry Soup or any Poetry Club by choiceIt’s just for pleasure, he says. There - That answers you second question!


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: love, lust, passion, youth,

Being Young


Then..


  We dabbled our toes in soft summer air, speckled with thistle, dancing..

      Pressing our backs to the meadow, bare

        Honey-dew sweet, our bee-tickled feet

            Your tortoise-shell eyes, entrancing..

              Skin touching skin, too wilful for glancing.



(How we wasted such youth.being young).then..


  We blew our kisses to cauliflower clouds, swimming in van Gogh grasses..

      Curtsying sunflowers waving their shrouds

        The lemon sun shined on our virtues, entwined

            Your scent sweet as warm molasses..

              Lips brushing lips, amidst giggled passes.



(How we wasted such youth.being young).then..


  We spun with sparrows, a strain, to the sky, plucked with an eager intent..

      Born upon wings as a burgeoning sigh

        Hot-spice afternoon, thus charmed us to swoon

            Too impatient to care what it meant..

              Wherever urge led us, we heedlessly went.



(How we wasted such youth.being young)..



How we tasted life's TRUTH.being young.




* FIFTH PLACE in the "February 2018 Premiere" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor*

* SECOND PLACE in the "Best Rhyming Poem October thru December 2017" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor*



Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: lost love, lust, romance, sensual, sexy,

Slow Hand - An Erotic Romance

Walking past each other and just by chance
My heart skips a beat and my knees turn weak
Your eyes lock with mine in a fleeting glance
In a ricochet of emotion I just cannot speak 

Our time cut short on that exotic island resort
Mutual attraction that grew, our emotions weren’t slow
But alas contact lost aft’ that last kiss at the port
Intimacy so fleeting - regrets of letting you go

We were star crossed lovers on that fateful day
I remember that last time when you held me so tight
Now per chance we meet thousands of miles away    
‘Neath the same blanket of stars and a moon like tonight ~ ~ 

* “As the midnight moon, was driftin’ through ~ The lazy sway of the trees ~ I saw the look in your eyes, lookin' into mine ~ I’m seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin' don't say a word, cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine You’re tired of fast moves ~ You’ve got a slow groove ~ On your mind”

Swirling sparkling shades of colours that mix and smudge
It’s been so long but there’s no cause to rush
Run you lips on my neck feel our naked skins touch 
Nipples a tingling and a warm spreading flush

Your soft slow hand feels like flitting fireflies 
You whisper my name, I’m enchanted tonight
Soft moans of pleasure and my passionate sighs 
Play with me, sway with me and feel my delight ~ ~

* “You want a man with a slow hand ~ You want a lover with a easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go with a heated rush  Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”

My nerves aglow like the tips of optic fibres
Your touches trigger firework displays to ignite
Seeking and teasing my spot of torrid desires 
Impatiently craving our eminent fusion tonight 

Opening like a flower dripping with a dewy spritz
Ecstasy overflows with your slow hand in motion
Electrostatic sparks on my tongue, skin and lips
Sip my summer wine that’s the nectar of my passion ~ ~

* “Darlin', don't say a word, 'cause I already heard ~ What your body's sayin' to mine   If you want it all night ~ You know it's alright ~ I’ve got the time”

I tantalise your tumescent core with silken caresses 
Erotically teasing you with tiny feather like tickles
Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses 
Thrilling sensory overload of silver waves and ripples

All else out of focus on a soft cloud of passion
Exquisite pleasure on the crest of a fire
No words that are needed or any explanation 
The endless waves of emotion that transpire ~ ~

* “You got a man with a slow hand ~ You got a lover with an easy touch
You got somebody who will spend some time ~ Not come and go in a heated rush Baby believe me I’ll understand ~ When it comes to love, you want a slow hand”

My hips arching high meeting your ardent thirst
Fill my ocean - savour my delight
Rhapsody of fluttering sensations - a volcanic burst 
Come with me - the world’s ours tonight 

Basking in the enchantment of an afterglow
An amorous haze of amber swirls and coral sand
With crystal clear waters and sparkling sand below
At long last I’ve found you in this island fairyland

Acknowledgement:
My appreciation to RP (the Reluctant Poet) for his creative input on a delicate sensual theme that we’ve all experienced sometime.

POTD 16 Aug 2017

* Lyric 'Slow Hand' Music and Video Clip Citation and Reference:
Video Clip and Lyrics 'Slow Hand' by Phantasm 2000AD Published on Nov 2, 2008 Elvis Returns Standard You Tube licence

All rights of the Lyrics, video and track belong to the original Copyright ownersThe original Lyrics written by JWarren Bettis, first released sung and released in May 1981 by the Pointer Sisters and subsequently sung by various artists including Elvis in the above clip.

Lyrics of the song in quotes and italics and referenced with and asterisk has been transcribed as a read to be followed with the songIt is not intended to be or claimed as part of the above poetry verses.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: beauty, fantasy, love, lust, metaphor, stars, universe,

Diosa Del Amor


Paint a smile on the moon

     Flash your eyes to make it swoon

          Dip your toes in stardust rare

               Aurora highlights streak your hair



Blow a kiss to flout the sun

     Admonishing its time is done

          Whisper in the heaven's ear

               Close the lights and draw it near



Repose your form upon the stars

     Lustrous arms for tempting Mars

          Seduce Lord Jupiter and sway

               Wrapped only in the Milky Way



Splash meteors across the sky

     To catch your lover Neptune's eye

          Entwine with loins the planets all

               Made hostage to your beck and call



Kiss deep the void and let it be

     A promise to the galaxy

          That all your wiles you'll disperse

               To make love to.the Universe.



( For Aphrodite / Venus )




~ 4th Place ~  in the "Love Letter II" Poetry Contest, Viv Wigley, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Whitsun Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Any Poem Written On Your Birthday" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.

~ 6th Place ~  in the "April 2017 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: love, lust, romance, sensual, sexy,

Under the Boardwalk - An Erotic Love Story

Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand His handsome features completely wreathed in smiles Lifts and twirls me round - my squeal must be heard for miles These endless waves of joy just washing over me Savouring fine wine - splashing in and out of the tepid sea A sun-struck gold flecked beach with dazzling grains of light Sparks in my eyes can compete with the stars that shine at night The sounds of a distant carousel on a sultry wind drift With picnic basket in hand to a secluded spot we shift But thoughts of gourmet foods and drink are not on our mind Our sensual thoughts go in directions of quite a different kind He whispers that the fire in my emerald eyes are ignited Flames being stoked and the intensity of our ardour delighted His sensual stroking touch sends me into a whirl winded bliss If it’s a dream I wish it not to end in just a passion flamed kiss His feathered touch caresses my pliant thighs With broken moans and groans spaced ‘tween dulcet sighs Our touches more intoxicating than fine sparkling wine Areola aflame - warm wild sparklets fluttering down my spine In a bat of an eyelash all swimwear is discarded Concupiscent bare naked as when life was started My gem of desire pulsates a fire unsurpassed He’s a God against the sunset - an erotic work of art Spectacular shades of orange streak through a sky of gold The setting sun beckons and the blue water rolls Silver rippled water lapping all my contours, peaks and tips His toned muscles glistening captivating charms too hard to resist With trembling hands we caresses places so sacred Lips locked in a passion so intense it is fated As a humming bird sips nectar from a honeydew flower His majestic magnificence teases the door of my bower I whisper my needs with unrestrained passion He replicates his own with a wild abandon Guiding our passion into the fires of desire Rising eagerly to meet the thrusts of his fire Earth trembling eruption in this orgasmic burst We lovingly quench each other’s exquisite thirst Soul energies seeking manifestation on a physical plane In ultimate bonding of a zenith reached again and again As a tide of emotions - a crystal clear stream Wingless soaring high knowing this is no dream My body flows with the ocean like never before Knowing this is the guy I utterly love and adore
Video music clip - Eddie Lovette - ‘Under the Board Walk’ – ‘Lavishn's Reggae Bliss Collection (SUMMER LOVIN')’


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: dark, desire, love, lust,

Decadent Proposal

She senses before she sees The manicured nails - the elegant fingers Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly A generous nights takings of busking here In one proffered hand She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion Evaporating in a puff of smoke Fingers hold it back, teasingly Compelling eye contact She looks up sceptically Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity ‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity His type she has encountered before - money for favours Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice The spell he casts foreboding The calmness of the night has taken flight In its haste to set the macabre scene Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind Infiltrating it like a slithery snake Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire She falls into the inky black abyss Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization However the chilling message is coherent This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand That he desires This is more - so much more This is taboo concupiscence unleashed This is her life in exchange for what? Her life for immortality? Surely not! Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant To yield to darkness Satisfying his appetite for Death of a different nature? Obliteration of life as she knows it to be Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood A prelude to his finale of taking her soul And then a metamorphosis From Prey to Predator
Video clip - Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: dream, feelings, love, lust, passion, romance, romantic,

Dreams of Dreaming of You

Dreaming of your very warm loving touch
The feel of your soft full lips against mine
Arms around you as your back i clutch
Soon our bodies in rapture as they intertwine 

Waking from my dream body wet with sweat
Cool breeze caresses my skin making me shiver
I move over to find warmth from your silhouette
Pulling me closer to you, your hands make me quiver

Dreams fresh in my mind, I snuggle next to you
Warm breath on my neck as moans excape your lips
Soon it seems as if my dreams come true
Your pleasure grows as my breast you grip

I awaken reaching to the silhouette that is you
Remembering those dreams of me dreaming , déjà vu 


Poem Details | 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...


Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: deep, love, lust, song, wisdom, woman,

LOVE STORY

LOVE STORY
The breeze is in my hair. The moon is gleaming behind me. The love I feel is everlasting. Cadence of my soul. Show me your happiness Share, my love. Laugh with me Our destiny is mixed with pleasure. Our essence treasured. Come walk with me in the garden. Alive - Let's reach our ultimate…high. Smile, darling smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Champagne we drink To toss our uniting. You feel my sylph A fulfilled spirit. This journey succumbs me. I am free for you to love. Embrace your ideas Let the breeze come in. Dance to the ecstasy. Release all your fears. Capture this time As our minds, intertwine. Laugh with me Inflection of my soul. Show me your happiness. Share, my love. A majestic dynasty Our empire In time Now! Here we stand You and I forever. No obstacles have formed. You are my one and only. Woman, smile Kiss me with your eyes. Forever we are. Thrive - Let's reach our ultimate…highs. This is our life... Together This is our existence... Forever Ardor love Justified by God Come walk with me in the garden As we write our love story.
MY PHILOSOPHY
Man is manHis skin is what makes difference His upbringing differentiates This is, he states, “God's way.” DARK SUNSHINE - VSW _________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 03, 2014!


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: love, lust, pain, paradise,

Take Me To Your Heart

I am a captive in your sensitive and sensuous heart,
a palace of poetic and fragrant seductions
that slips veils of sexy silken secrets along my spirit's skin
and I desperately follow your sweating soul into the wilderness
that surrounds your fertile femininity, 
we kiss in moments of heightened exhalations
and then we run and play further, to the edges of your paradise
discovering together how love tortures us
and why we need it so,
feeling the bindings of love's fire
around our bodies, we demand more
give it to me tighter, hotter, faster
press this love closer to my rage and wisdom
whip me with the leather braids of love's lessons,
care for my living bruises with lips that heal
bite my masculine will
with teeth that have carved beauty out of misery,
dig your nails into the thighs of my excitement, 
hold me as I paint the wings of your heart my Love -

This poem was originally posted on New Year's Day, 2016 for the woman I love,
I hope the powers that be understand...J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: adventure, me, lust, me,

Love and Lust

I did not mean to snatch your heart
Like with the claw of a vorocious bird of pray
You fell into my unset trap 
Speared yourself upon my harpoon 
Which had only been hanging on the wall
You threw yourself into my way
stole my arrows and brandishing them with cupids blood
Punctured your heart without a thought 
Other than the whisper of my name 
You claim that I'm a siren
I've led you to your death
But it was the birds i sang to 
Your name did not leave my unforgiving lips 
With swollen eyes from crying
Filled with swirling colors of obsession 
You beg to me and plead with me 
Blaming me and cursing me  
Claiming that i drug you here
Forgetting it was you who snuck in through my balcony 
To watch me in the fountains 
And listen to my voice
To see how the animals follow me
And witness how the moon becomes my robes 
And the stars become my eyes
How the setting sun remains all night 
Within the silk of my hair 
how roses color my cheeks 
In the darkness of the cold 
And the world surrounds me 
And the beauty of the light i behold 
Where in this story did i bewitch you 
Where did i make you call my name 
Did i once respond or invite you to play a game
you claim i did this to you 
When you only did it to yourself 
did you enjoy your gaze upon the child of Cerynian
Did you think I'd become your obediant wife 
When did i claim i loved you 
How quickly you think of these blasphemous lies 
Your not in love you simpleminded mortal
Your infatuated and in lust and your lust is a lie


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: love, lust, passion,

Red is the colour of passion

Me a colored blind dreamer
My other senses honed
You ask
What can I know about color
I am told red is the color of passion
I feel the heat 
Between us
I smell the rose in your long black hair
The feel of the red silk nightie I remove from your body
Beneath is your browned skin 
smooth and luxurious
I see it with my hands
I travel to pink with my tongue
Separate your lips
Taste the essence of you
I see the blue of my eyes in your smile
As I swim in your ocean
You who knows every part of me
Yellow is the brightness of your soul
You light my spirit
Permeating all my dark corners
You are the color of all my dreams
My rainbow and pot of gold
I am satisfied
Yet I have no desire to leave your embrace
I see and feel all your colors
Satisfy me again
Let me hear the sound of our colors combined



Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: community, fantasy, humor, love, lust, mythology, passion,

The Return of the Gay Knight

For my satire group, and for Will; a fairy tale

To a fanfare of horns
The young knight returned
With a tale of slain dragons to tell
The princesses blushed
And the old queen flushed
And the gay knights were happy as well

He had cast down his cross
From the height of his hoss
And left the thing there where it fell
For the great and the good
Were in need of the wood
To stoke up the fires of hell

He’d only been back for a moment before
He was begging a poke with a pardon
And a giggle, and “Push!”
From a quivering bush
Could be heard from the end of the garden

No need for a graven memorial stone
Or the ring of a funeral bell
The young knight was back
And well up for the crack
And all in the kingdom was well

© Gail Foster 2016




Poem Details | by CT Duet |
Categories: love, lust,

Love Never Sleeps

My mind has gone crazy without any sleep 
Running on empty with these hours I keep 
If I don't get to bed soon, I might explode 
But all that I am after is to crack your code
 
I've already gotten, the key to your heart 
Right now I'm not interested in that part 
What I want, is to get this zipper undone 
Baby, wake up, it's time to have some fun
 
The candles are burning, the wax soon will be hot 
The rope's on the night stand, come tie me in knots 
Pillage and plunder, strip me down to my core 
Treat me with disdain, make me feel like a whore 

Time to get raw, get real, to lose the disguise
Want me completely, the sex's in your eyes 
Sleep can wait, but why put our marriage on hold 
Keep the thrill alive baby, that is what we are told

So wake up baby, our stars are going to shine
Your body, give it to me, and I'll give you mine.


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: angst, beauty, betrayal, change, desire, love, lust,

Dagger of Love

I may not always write about you,
About the way your energy,
Caresses my spine,
And sends jolts of electrity,
Racing through my body,
Exploding each cell like fireworks.
I may not write about,
The way my dreams at night,
Fill with you and I dancing,
Heat bashing our skin,
Filling us with an unquencable need,
Touch beconing a new meaning.

I may not write about,
The way your eyes stare into mine,
Past the years I have seen,
And into the soul that I am,
Spirit colliding with spirt,
Melting together like Iron to form a sword

I may not write about,
A love that we experience,
Through star strewed skies,
And blood soaked ground,
That causes even the fearful sight,
Of bombs exploding to look beautiful
I may not write about you and I,
How I fill up your soul and your mind,
With thoughts and words and images,
That melt and form new words,
Your lovely muse who so beguiles you,
With a double bladed sword

But Darling, don't let your heart,
Get away from itself,
Don't let your heart take the fall.
The wound I cause shall soon heal,
And you will read words,
Of another man, dancing with me,
Of another man, touching my soul,
His finger tips brushing the sides,
Of my breasts, his lips trailing down my neck,
Whispering with the heat of hells fires,
All that could be between, his and mine
You will read lines that speak,
Of a sensual romance, 
Pools and puddles of lust between thighs,
And an ancient sweetness,
That rivals Greek Ambrosia
It is no fault of your own,
You have fallen and I have shown you,
The sharp dagger of my love


Poem Details | by Zaire Mendez |
Categories: addiction, betrayal, break up, cry, heartbroken, love hurts, lust,

Beautiful Disaster

Cause you see no one gets how hard it is to fix back into shape when you’re broken,
Shattered,
I think it’s just mathematically, scientifically impossible to get the pieces back perfect,
Because in the process some pieces may have been lost,
Lost and cannot be found,
Cause I found it was so hard to every get over you,
But it looked so easy to you,
Cause maybe you never feel as deep as you said you did,
I fell deep into your lies and your beautiful eyes and it’s just so hard to move on,
Hard to move on, because you left piece of your soul inside me, the exact moment you decided to get inside me,
Despite our use of protection, it didn’t protect the sexually connection,
No it’s not an internet connection that you can easily disconnect from, but it’s almost permanent,
Yes you permanently hurt me ,
And you watch me with those eyes and that grin cause I, the fool gave you the thing,
The thing that I promise that I wouldn’t give until marriage,
I willingly disobeyed God for you,
Cause you became my God,
I worshipped you,
I loved you with every inch of me,
And now we’re inches from being strangers and I have to get over you,
I’m sure to be careful next time around, 
Because I can’t afford to break the pieces of my heart that are left dangling


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: bereavement, death, innocence, loss, lost love,

The Corruption Of My Lust For Life


Hibiscus rays of light brings the sunrise out of darkness with a bloom of ravishing red passion ~ Oh! How I despise her blushing optimism and lust for life! For I am too young to cry but too old not to a handful of heartbeats ago baby’s breath breezes tenderly brushed us with flawless fingers of feathery zephyrs caressing the circle of light surrounding the shared sentimental shell of our pulsing rapture ~ champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins with golden ambrosial arousal and with every nectarous nip of our titillating treasure we lived as though we would love forever till the broken dawn-to-dark when angels cradled your harmonious harp against their hearts - their teardrops of ecstasy strumming your silvern strings in a glorious glissando that lifted your lustrous essence across the bridge to bliss somewhere beyond me and behind the snowy veils of virtue I am anemic if not nothing now adulterated by loss of innocence dwindling in a dreamless state unoccupied but for the lurid loss that fills me ~ and my black skies storm with shrieking tears! Susan Ashley February 9, 2018 ------------------------------ ~ Eighth Place ~ Contest: Your Favorite Poem Written in February Sponsor: Laura Loo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Ninth Place ~ Contest: Loss of an Innocent Mind Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann


Poem Details | by Tamra Craft |
Categories: fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passionme, lust, me, red,

Blood Lust

Dark red lips trace your neck, trailing down your chest
I can’t control my lust once I’ve caught the scent of you

Your smooth flesh burns where my chilled lips brush
Your heat steaming off into the winter night… it wants you too.

But you are only mine as you pull me tight against you
Your warmth is for my body alone.

I belong to someone and you are going to show me who
As your hand covers my red lips, stifling my moan

Pin me against the window pane, 
Digging into my flesh.

Let the flavor of me drive your senses insane
Drink from me my thirsty guest.

Rock me, grip me don’t hold back
This is your time to release everything angry in your life.

Make me scream, let me fill up what your world lacks
Feel the waves of our intensity permeate the night.

Then, be merciful after I am taken, and now our burning kiss
After you have bleed me and our lust has taken its course

Discover my true and own yearning motive
And give me my taste of yours…


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: beauty, boyfriend, desire, fantasy, love, lust, sensual,

Love Kept Alive

Tonight I dress for what I want
A tigress I prowl for my next hunt

Dress hugging my body in form fit
Easier to move in, sides are split

Glancing around drink in hand
Our eyes lock,yes you understand

Smiling I head towards my prey
My step's making my hips sway

You follow me on this floor to dance
Your body rocks with mine in a trance

Pressed behind me,my hand in your hair
Missed your chance,can't leave,won't dare

Together our hips sway
As my hands do play

Turning facing your way
Grasping my hips,no delay

Bodies tightly pressed
My head on your chest

Rise and fall of my breast
Your very essence I ingest

Up ,down our bodies roll
You now my dance pole

Soon we lose all control
You have my heart and soul

Whispering to me, you must confess
Knowing with me,i need more then less

Your heart is mine forever to yes seduce
As our inner animals are now set loose


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: desire, love, lust, romance, sensual, valentines day,

Whypt Syllabubs

“In your light I learn how to loveIn your beauty, how to make poemsYou dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” Rumi "Whypt Syllabubs" ROMANCE
is a feast hungry for Eros delights sweet nothings that do tease fingertips are running a riotous slow and gentle race riding bareback warm black stallion hold tight onto the mane no need to hold the reins Godiva reigns, shining in the Light let loose rides wild and free onto rail tracks head wet towards a raging train gone off the cliff lost into tempestuous sea Little deaths, shimmering pearls shaking legs and holy trembling earthquakes brings you to your knees Rapture ropes its silky way around your naked waist further on down towards your urgent ever present pleas you’re laid to waste dripping honey in a barren state of grace you think you’re home free but you’re nowhere near home base It’s a pantomime of hummingbirds and buzzing bees your mind's fevered it flies with soaring condors not defeated way up in the clouds your skin draped in rain and glistening diamonds welcoming such sweet disgrace a smile forever on your face Whipt Syllabubs whisked up to a froth Passion fruit devoured floating on sweet wine spoon by spoon tasting lips divine a quart of thick cream two ripe Seville oranges gently squeezed half a pint of sack pound double refined sugar whisk it very well fill your Chalice full as the froth rises take it all off spoon until you’re full Rosemary licks and Thyme “Whypt Syllabubs” You whisper, delicious lips that roam and linger gaze into two eyes your ardent love-spent warrior familiar “Sweet Valentine, You're Mine” (Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018) 1https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EV_lBI9XPgo 2https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk1TWpRJ4OQ 3Reading: For my daughter, Georgia and anyone else who is interested in learning more about Love and LustMy favourite man, so far, in the reading realm, D.HLawrence, "Lady Chaterley's Lover", EBOOK for your pleasure and further education (should you not have had the privilege to read this fine story)My first read at 19 years of age - ah, the adventures it led me on! Discovered in a packed bookshelf, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, in the arms of a home much loved and lead by a quiet, solitary man, in the sweltering hot Summer of a bucolic small rural town in Queensland, AustraliaThis lack lustre poem is mine, but the story link to E-BOOK here is his and although his dreams were with her in heaven, he reached out to D.HLawrence, this was the sign of a true romantic and obviously blood runs through the genes; now that would be an interesting conversation over dinner, should there end up to be a Heaven and I eventually meet him, the other or both, for discourse "LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER" by D.HLawrence http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks01/0100181h.html