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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 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 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 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 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 mannish 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 long for 
your renewal (in my now loveless life)
of me through 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. 

Poem Details | 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

Poem Details | 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

Poem Details | 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 18, 2018



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

Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: innocence, love, lust,

The Loss of Innocence

I remember…

Shimmering gold ribbons
Draped over the 
Glassy surface of the bay of Fundy
On a black see through
Summer night


I was new to love
Shy beneath your penetrating gaze
At a loss for words

And you…
Telling me my eyes spoke volumes
And the tears that welled up in them 
Against my will
Eventually falling over the edge of innocence
Into adolescence 
As your whispers
And my sighs
Melted on the rippling crest 
Of  those waves
That came softly 
To break upon the shore
As the pale moon looked down 
In utter silence

Author:  Elaine George
Written: June, 2014


Poem Details | by Newton Ranaweera |
Categories: love, lust, slavery, women,

What am I if not a slave

What am I if not a slave?
I cook, clean and mourn;
I wash, sweep and weep
from dawn to fall of night.

I do nothing but cooking;
I cook all day,
three times a day,
from dawn to fall of night.

What are you if not a master?
You eat, teach and cheat;
you write, drink and sleep
from dawn to fall of night.

For three long decades,
I’ve cleaned your dishes:
empty, dirty dishes
from dawn to fall of night. 

What’s marriage if not serfdom?
You are my master;
I am merely a slave.
You do your part; I mine.

From dawn to fall of night
and back to break of day.

Poem Details | by Kiran Bantawa |
Categories: autumn, beauty, desire, earth, fantasy, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, i love you, image, lust, nature, november, october, passion, relationship, romance, teen, teenage,

With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.

Poem Details | by Guru Jad |
Categories: age, birth, journey, love, lust,

A Long Journey Made Short

Little Innocence was forged into the world 
A shrill Sound flickered around the expecting eyes
Laughter carved out of marble 
A statue thought to beat immortality 
Yet Fear had a surprise
It crept into the cradle with ease
Laughter was choked
Tears burst instead
And Sadness had a form
Evil found in youth a red soil
Jealousy marched with Envy
Lust befriended Desire
Until cupid threw a bunch of arrows
Adventure appeared
Excitement beyond description
A Thrill with no past
Sentiments were aroused
Pride threw some words
Ego played its part
And when Love meddled to defend its territory
The Heart bled in utter silence! 


© Guru Jad 2013

Poem Details | by Meline Ngo |
Categories: betrayal, boyfriend, heartbreak, how i feel, love hurts, lust,

PIGEONS OF LOVE

PIGEONS OF LOVE

I was at the wrong place 
At the wrong time 
You were at the right place
At the right time

I was in need
You were in greed
I was incapable 
You were enable

When I was weak
You gave me strength 
When I needed to speak
You listened

But it was all a scam
All the sweet talks were sham
Just to satisfy all your lechery
My whole life is in misery


@Copyright Meline Ngo.  September 9, 2015

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: girl, innocence, love, lust, passion, sensual, sexy,

Scent of her

It was a long desired pleasure to feel
in my caress the softness of her flesh,
the lust behind her wetness, and reveal
the warmth of passion within to refresh
that longing to fondle a girl in bloom;
to taste her lips, feel her bosom and sense
the natural fragrance of her perfume;
for eagerness in place of innocence.
Her charm lived in me as too did her scent,
the bitter-sweet scent of her lovingness,
love devoted to it’s ardent extent,
at last to leave behind the loneliness.

There remained no doubt that love would cherish,
renew hope for the heartbreak to perish.



T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: love, lust,

Headlong

Our lives could never be the same
When tasting love that knows no shame
Or self restrain; we both give in
To the strong urge that flows within
As we let go out of control
And fan the flame of burning coal
Knowing full well this is no game
Our lives could never be the same.

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19th October 2014 
Contest: 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment
Sponsor: Rick Parise

 

Poem Details | by Stewart Watkins |
Categories: feelings, first love, for her, how i feel, love, lust, passion,

Just One Kiss

Agonizing anticipation
Just waiting and longing
Tantalizing and mesmerizing 
Why must you keep me waiting
Teasing and empty promises of pleasing
I'm dying!
Yes, I'm dying of thirst
Quench me! I'm impatiently waiting for that sweet taste of nectar
Soft, wet and oh  so delicious
No, no, not this time
Yes!
The time is now, the place is here
Miss Reality has shown her sun lit face
An encounter then embrace of the chilvarous kind
Delectable and gratifying 
Give me more!  Give me more!
Don't stop! Please! Just don't stop!

Poem Details | by Sam Jameson |
Categories: kiss, love, lust, red, winter,

Red Love, Winter Lust

pink wintry sunset crimson lips rage red kisses; cherry blossoms blush March 2, 2016

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: hate, love, lust,

Love's Rage

SONNET - LOVE'S RAGE 


The hate in me lives like a growling bear 
hungry for nourishment and ready to snatch 
every morsel of emotion begins to tear 
as I run forever, rage comes to latch 

Poisoning my flesh with passionate lust 
her dagger eyes pierce me in the night 
She's a temptation that I can ill trust
and her leeching lips are morbid white 

She bolts my love into a locked cage 
and spurs me on then leaves me in rage 
She proffers hate, and refuses to engage 
Mayhap I need to smite her turn a page.

I will deny her, I am not her feast,
love’s eternal flame will tame the beast.


T.J Grén & Mystic Rose 

Poem Details | by Laura Mckenzie |
Categories: desire, emotions, feelings, love, lust,

His kiss

His lips inviting
The moment so exciting
He caught me and pressed his face to mine
A moment of savage intertwined
I will never forget he soft supple touch

I remembering wanting it so much
The flood of fever in a seconds kiss
The smiles the childish laugh the endless wish
And I won’t forget the pure bliss
All from the minds fabulous reminisce

Poem Details | by Phillip Garcia |
Categories: lost love, love, lust,

Lovely Suppositions

i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay

in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay

beneath your satin I have run my fingers, 
trembled as famished breasts groped my 
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i try
to kiss another i feel your haunting roots 

encroaching my tingled thighs and i shake
beleaguered by your lavender; heat shoots

through laboring reeds sprouted mistakes
pale panhandlers passionately proposed

then by your tender 

i’m awaiting... (so you suppose)

4/8/17


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: love, lust,

Guilt

She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes
I wanted to but would not dare
She begged me to make love to her
I knew deep down it was not fair
To lead her on with lust and lies
She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes 


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Contest: One NEW Triolet
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: anger, innocence, lost love, lust, passion,

Anger of deceipt

Anger; for her alone? No, but for I,
for naivity of thought, conduct polite
in place of passion; the dream went awry,
wanting of the heart, love lost overnight.
What a fool was I? Naive in time first,
to express my hidden lust which she sought,
unsuspecting of her amorous thirst,
all too late, left abashed alone distraught.
She had chosen to fulfill her passion
in place of innocence, far more knowing
to satisfy her lust past compassion
ending a promise of love worth growing.

Deceipt to shatter dreams without intent,
through anger drowning feelings of lament.



T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: betrayal, lost love, lust, passion,

Loving her was another

Ill at ease, uneasiness churned my mind,
hesitant suspense to seek awareness
to ease the qualm, face the moment to find
what possessed the change in virgin fondness.
A trembling moment of truth, to smother
the passion of love, piercing through the heart.
Gone was she; loving her was another,
at that urgency my world fell apart.
A heavy stone fell on my heart, to weigh
down the reverie to depths of distress,
for fervid lust the virgin love betray,
to lonesome dimness, loneliness regress.

The flame of love, smoldering passion ashed,
head down bowed I reversed away, abashed.



T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Leileah Kasperyan |
Categories: crush, kiss, longing, love, lust, morning,

A liquid mishap

Silky smooth satin skin. Fluid, graceful movements as you pour hot milky coffee into a cup, that soft smile on your lips. Still half asleep, I spill your coffee on my lap.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: dark, fantasy, love, lust, passion,

She Craved

She Craved For the beast. Amidst his lair In candle surround, Ripped white linen clings As their sweated bodies writhe. In unification, his seed Shall spawn the beginning of the dark. Whilst his translucent shadows walk earths light. .