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Poem Details | by Carolyn Dye |
Categories: black african american, devotion, loss, passion, god, me, woman, body, god, love, me,

WHAT SEX AM I

I was born a woman body full of curves an soft blush breastsOne day I awoke wanting to tell someone wanting to confessI like women the ones of my own sexI love the way they look and moveI love the feel and the smell of a woman's bodyI've met a young woman and this i believe is realShe means the world to me,yet I was put on earth to give my heart and my body to a manMen have hurt me and let me down to no endI always knew I was differnt from my freinds afraid to let them know it turned me on to look at themSo I tried to hide behind what society wanted me to be a woman in every wayUntil I found love and could no longer deny what I feltI made love to her the way no man couldshe loved the way I touched, held, and caressed hermade her feel things no other couldShe asked me when it was done, What sex am I? I told her a woman like you , I just know how you want to feel, she smiled and kissed me againGod forgive me I know it's a sinI'm in love with a woman what am I to do? God forgive my sinsI'm in love with a woman and it may mean hell.


Poem Details | by Stephen Bloom |
Categories: love, psychological, sexy, social,

Sex and the British

They’re drawing the curtains in Dorking,
Lighting the candles and pouring the lotions.
Switching off TV’s and shelving resentments,
Checking on children asleep in the darkness,
Creeping   up hallways   like teenage lovers.
Stairs and hopes creaking in equal measure.

Clothes  are  Falling   in Fulham.
Tights  in the hall and pants in the bathroom,
Bra on the shelf
And doubts in the kitchen,
As   newly  acquainted
Swap fluids and feelings,
Hoping for phone calls,
Instead of  diseases.

Lay byes are calling  in Luton,
Cars with their  lights on  wait on the verges,
Engines and pulses expectant   and purring,
Strangers stand round swapping cider  and sadness,
While a dozen  pale  bottoms nod in  the moonlight.

They’re re-lighting  fires  in Bolton,
Forgetting the  years of disinterest and boredom,
Of nights by the TV, tight lipped  and separate,
Silent pub meals and bad-tempered breakfasts.
Tracing the contours of flesh and forgiveness,
Opening like flowers,
Hoping for  closeness.

They’re turning the lights off in Reigate,
Closing their eyes and thinking of strangers,
Scarlet or George,
The Doctor, the cleaner,
The local MP or the teenage neighbour

Excitement is building in Brixton.
Fingers  are probing and gripping the carpet,
Bodies are merging and arguments fading,
The bills and the mortgage,
Frustrations and failures,
Pushed aside like regrets and the duvet..

Flesh is moving  in Folkestone,
Thighs  colliding and buttocks vibrating,
Tongues exploring  and hands rediscovering
Blood engorging  and nipples darkening,
Like  monsoon rain clouds,
Or over-cooked porridge.

The explosion is coming in  Eastbourne,
Necks  are straining and head boards rebounding
As thighs move faster, grow weary and slacken.
And grunting and gasping  gives way to elation,
The volcano erupts and  mine shaft convulses,
Horses break free
And  barriers lie broken.

The deluge has fallen  in Derby
Eyes make contact and souls fall   open,
Allowing brief entry of one life to another,
So even bored couples feel slightly connected,
While the lucky embrace,
Like shipwrecked sailors,
Listening in silence to mermaid and dolphin,
Singing of coral and sand and completeness.

They’re comfy as sofas in Sutton
Lying in gloom and watching the ceiling,
Thinking of  love and  looking for tissues, 
Swallowing tea  and checking their emails.
Making small talk about gardens and daytrips,
Feet and hearts meeting,
Under the covers.


Poem Details | by Tom Zart |
Categories: love,

SEX



Where would we be without sex 
Like coffee minus the sugar and cream
As Adam was before he knew Eve, 
With no purpose to dream and scheme.

No reason for fathers and mothers, 
No reason to buy flowers and candy
No reason for diamonds and jewels; 
Viagra, wine, liquor or brandy.

No reason to purchase a sports car,
A fine house, muscle shirts or a new dress
Basically, a cake without icing,
So thank God and pray for more not less.


Poem Details | by John Crowe |
Categories: dance, desire, fun, love, lust, sexy, women,

She Is Sex

You watch her dance Your eyes focus in Face of an angel Her body's boomin' She's deadly serious About having fun She's nice and dark Kissed by the sun You see that smile The sideways glance You stare at her body Especially her hands She changes it up Keeps it fresh Poetry in motion Sex in a dress Laughing and talking A little romance She took me home My turn to dance


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: absence, boyfriend, family, feelings, girlfriend, lost love, love, me, morning, nice, sad,

OPPOSITE SEX

      OPPOSITE  SEX

Every morning I wake and gaze my lover in her face
Her eyes are close so tight
I wonder who she is dreaming of
Maybe in her sleep is the only place she forgives me.

In a bit, she will awake
Walking towards the shower
Her fresh smile in the morning is fake
I can smell her odor,  like a flower.

How could I do this to you?
I know you are hurting everyday
With all the things I did to you
Thank you for not walking away.

Seeing as you get dressed in front of me
With a body so nice leaving me aroused
Afraid of you going your own way
Every time I see you leave with an open blouse

The harder I try to make it better
You gain authority  over me
Holding you near in the cold weather
You push me away when you remember

You are the best thing that ever happens to me 
How could I be so dumb with my stupidity

May be one day you will forgive 
Without you I realize I cannot live
My days go by me very slow
The love for me, you no longer show

Lying by your side where you rest
You turn away before I turn off the light
I want to touch you with a nice soft caress
You say you are tired just about every night
I kiss your neck to see if you respond 
You give me the cold shoulder as if we just had a fight
I touch your curves with my fingertips
Still, you do not give into my lips.

I beg you please do not make me wither away
You say you have nothing to say
Regretting what I did everyday

I am still deeply in love with you,
Without you I do not know what to do!!!

 =====Opposite Sex=====
                 


Poem Details | by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories: funny, life, love, passion, philosophy,

Naughty Sex Talk

Naughty Sex talk

Women will whisper
Pretend they don’t care
Chat about perfume
Or talk about hair
Why is it secret
Hush, hush don’t say
When every ten seconds
In every man’s brain
Frank daydreams of sex
Render
Women insane


Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: heart, kiss, love, lust, metaphor, pain, sexy,

Love, Kiss, Sex '25 words'

~*~ left hand touch to excite KISS is spark to ignite right hand pulls us tight heartbeats like dynamite LOVE is pain SEX has no refrain ~~**~~ ~*~


Poem Details | by Catman Cohen |
Categories: angst, death, girlfriend-boyfriend, music, passion, romance, song-night, love, night,

The Sex Confessions

The Bed
Your Mouth
My Touch
Our Lips

It’s a fever
In the night
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

The Flame
Your Cries
My Salt
Our Wounds

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever


The Earth
Your Rain
My Seed
Our Life

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

Hell
Regrets
Confessions
Of Love

Your  Love
My Love
Our Love
Love

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever



Poem Details | by njeri hunjeri |
Categories: girl, life, youth,

sex is sweeter with love

You don't have to shut the door
And hide your shame and fears
And cover your weaknesses and pain
You can live it open
Welcome the conversation
Treat the wounds and free yourself of hurt

So you can walk free and not run away
So you can sing in the light and not cry in the dark
Sex is a quick fix, sex is an attractive paraffin

It's okay to be different, different is beautiful
It's even more okay to be an introvert
Introvert is so deep and full of wit
You wish to be like her because everybody loves her
You wish to sing and act like her
You wish and wish to be exactly like her
Entertaining, fun and funny

But you have you and your poetry
And with that you have a golden truth
That's you, not just a physical lure
Even she wishes she was like you
So quiet, so shy, so mysterious, so smart...


Poem Details | by Saika F. |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, romance,

Sex Appeal

When the lady walks
Men make full use of the eyes,
And women the spleens.


Poem Details | by Andrew Vassell |
Categories: love,

Your sex and my mind


Feeling you through the 
tenderness of your fresh 
I musically hear the tone 
as you whisper my name 
and while lusting through 
the sexual needs I feel, 
my imaginations secretly 
plan the crucifixion of this 
intimate moment

Healed you'll be as you 
feel me and bleed in relief 
as you lay beneath the 
manhood in meCaptivated 
you'll be as before you I'll 
kneel waiting to woo you 
physicallyThe sexiness of 
you fulfils the lust of my 
flesh and the beauty of your 
mind leaves my kindly waiting 
the pleasures of you inside.


Poem Details | by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: angel, art, autumn, love,

She Likes Sex And Candy

There's this chart as formula in making a movie you see....
Ever being adjusted brought abreast unto her times and here 
We are amid the twenty-first century silver pears cherry squares
Taking notes casting votes statuettes bell tower pets his writers tea ?
Crunching numbers computers quiz shake your glass; green back dreams.







Poem Details | by Arthur Flockwhimsy |
Categories: devotion, life, love, passion, peace, social, time,

Oral sex, much?


 
Separate Fate scratching Chance so that it may be secure.

Offerings Pile up, Circumstances of Dismantled monotony and softly licking dance.

Undiminished cheekbones flushed with Hope,

Slide up and Down,

Autoerotic, Hanging me,  with vivid--tight nerves, Chaining throat to soul.

As an oddly subtle sound escapes my Lips…

One of those Godly Utterances that a conscious tongue Ignores

Like An Awakened Coma, screamed, in Paralyzing yearn.

 The air is Quiet, lonesome fingers tangled in heat.

An Eye Tilted, A Pierce of Angels, Coiled green and Thick.

Warm hands harvesting Ankles bruised by cold rain only hours before,

It is the Gentlest of comforts and For some reason, Struck hard and deep

 into my mind.

“Forever is Easy”
                                     I Say.

As softly, Fevered and Wanton,

He is stuns the Dust of this House into Noise

-thend-



Poem Details | by Caroline Roberts |
Categories: life, love, passion, autumn,

Rough Sex

This master of dance forms
Led not by tender grasp of hand.
A clutch of hair pulled back, offering ivory throat
Began the waltz.

Arms around your neck...embracing? No!
Hanging on
For fear, of 
                            falling
          falling leaves equinox trees
          Through his window show
          ballet of gold
          and red and brown
          Color never so real and loud
          til pleasant pain shocked her
          Yin/Yang cold fusion

Persephone went down
Submitting to autumn smoky death
Sailing back to life on spring rivers
Fluid alchemy borne of violent thrust

Overlord Prince Master
Holding, taking
Harder, faster
Teeth to breast
Nails to flesh
Curve to line
So becomes the Androgyne


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, cute love,

SEX ON A COLD DAY

its to cold
so your arms fold
with lover there
you both are aware
you stare
than begin to play
home you stay
must say
it become
SEX ON A COLD DAY




Poem Details | by Asif Andalib |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, passion, romance,

The art of sex

For the human race
The game of sex is an art
One has to learn it


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, cute love,

SEX DRITY TALK TURNS ME ON

I like this beat
mabe am a freak
its gets underneat
I feel you too
when am alone
SEX DRITYTALK TURNS ME ON


Poem Details | by Adrienne Gresham |
Categories: adventure, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love,

Big And Carrie sex and the city

No matter who he would marry, his heart belonged to Carrie
Her romance with Aiden could'nt keep them apart
Big already had her heart
It was almost like a forbidden love
The kind one tries to rid themselves of
Their love stood through the test of time
Lingering on in the backs of their minds
The love was so strong, they couldn't ignore
They came together on the penhouse floor
One more hurdle they must get over
He only wanted her, his friend, his lover
He lost his nerve at the thought of the crowd
The girls took the honeymoon, as they enjoyed it out loud
Big knew for months what he must do
get to that courthouse and say I do.


Adrienne LGresham
Soul Mates
Big and Carrie  sex and the city


Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: desire, funny love, humorous, image, lust, women,

Blind Sex

Some say my cousin got around
passing on his bloodline
young and wild with a strong esteem
no matter who it was

Shame his bloodline has family ties
one was his sister Jean
his Pop's found out, boy what a scene
now I know why he's blind


T Reams 3/26/2015        contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
                                     'Let Me Feel Your Lines    #6 bloodline


Poem Details | by Joe Sammsington |
Categories: beautiful, beauty,

Sex is a battle, Love is War

Sex is a battle, love is war
I lay you down on the floor
I plunge my bayonet in your soul
You make my existence whole
I let out a deep sigh
My prick begins to cry
You begin to weep as well
For a baby inside you will dwell


Poem Details | by Joshua Adam |
Categories: life, love, passion, people, wife

The Sex Complex

two opposite beings
appearance, thinking, outlook
made for each other


Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: books, celebration, confusion, cute love, desire, humor, marriage,

Sex Manuel

My wife and I were virgins  very young and Nieve when we met
And our honeymoon was one I  still can't forget
I came across a sex manual very cheap in a second hand book shop
Because me and my new wife didn't know what to do
We thought we'd buy it and might learn a trick or two
That night champagne on ice candles and rose petal bed
There was only one thing I thought in my head
She took a shower
For about half an hour
And the room wafted with sweet perfume
She looked so beautiful stood by the door
As all her clothes fell to the floor
What a sweet delight
On our long awaited wedding night
We both got into bed
She looked into my eyes longingly
Lets read the book and find out what to do she said
With a low soft voice get it read.

Well we read the book
Page one
Hold your partner tight kiss her passionately through the night
Page two
Well there must have been a few pages missing no wonder it was cheap
Because the second and last page said
Roll  over  and say ''that was wonderful darling and light a cigarette''
Then go to sleep in your bed.

Well we were disappointed
Is that it?
Some how
A couple of things didn't fit.

It took us ages with a new sex Manuel we read every night
We finally got there and did it right.

Ooh la la.....




Peter Dome copyright.2014July.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: girl, lost love, lust, magic, nostalgia, passion, sexy,

Sex Wrapped In A Song

 Sex Wrapped In A Song

"I saw the dark in your praise,"
 as you spread on that rich glaze
Treasure I sought cried play along,
this girl has sex wrapped in a song!

Those days my youth gave me much,
deep kisses, softness of your touch
Rich nights in your hot, hot bed
the greatness found when you spread.

Hours spent in night's sweet embrace
your goddess body my saving grace
Memories of those vibrant little moans
curve of your back, excited my bones

Promises of never ending love sent
sex action until our love was spent
"I saw the dark in your praise,"
 as you spread on that rich glaze
Treasure I sought cried play along,
this girl has sex wrapped in a song!

 01-22-2015

NOTE: She came one cool August night, a vision to behold
I knew that first moment , this was treasure greater than gold
I jumped on, for the ride of my lifeThe heartache of her loss 
has now remained now for the most of my life.
Who knew such a girl could give so much and break so bad,
the heart of a teenager still just a lad?


Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, devotion, love, relationship, sensual, wife,

Non-Judgemental Sex

Making love to her
Helps me ignore or forget
My wife's not perfect.


Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: life, love

Heterosexual sex ( Explicit) (No offense)

I have found little in this 
and none in that 
I am a women 
but have yet to have 
a positive reaction to sex
at least to the heterosexual kind
I'm becoming more curious
about what exactly it is next 
door that I will find.
I don't particular think 
thrusting in and out is a good
image in my mind.
Why does pain first have 
to ensue for pleasure to unwind? 
I guess I just haven't caught 
the right fish yet and 
until than my vagina will 
continue to feel dispassionate
unless my fingers are inserted


Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: crazy, education, happiness, inspirational, love, silly, wisdom,

How To Have Sex

Begin by swinging from chandeliers when home
Wear matching multicolored harlequin costumes
Equip yourselves with harmonicas and bazookas
Keep lubricants and trampolines near by for safety

Practice lunar landings in your room to
Resume your activities in the great outdoors

Do sex outside in a car when retired
Bring a partner and spare tire as required
Avoid police if so inclined
Drive eighty miles an hour at all times
Watch out for sharp curves if they object
Narrow mountain roads are watching
Keep one eye on the road while inserting 
                                                                                    
Headlights and moon glow set the mood
Never use puppets when in an auto
Open highways are always open to suggestion

Mating should only occur in mid air
Eat oysters raw when in flight
Climb to greater heights
Use Airplanes for best results
Jump from wing to wing
Wear a parachute and a pirates patch
Use only one to avoid catastrophes

Take lessons from cartoons 
To find out who you are

Leave farm and zoo animals out of the equation
Milking a cow is taboo too… Don't do it!
Wear rubber gloves if you must

Position yourselves to be lazy
In opposite directions for safety 
Never have sex face to face
Back to back is better jumping on the bed
Apparatuses are optional
To be avoided by amateurs
 
Watch out for babies!  (They snore)
Never run over them
It's against the law 
And down right crazy

Pregnancy can be fun too
Instructions are on the dashboard
But first you must buy or rent a car
Before you floor it



Poem Details | by Asif Andalib |
Categories: life, love, passion, romance,

Sex with love

Sex is like our food
Love is like its sweet flavor
Sex with love is good.


Poem Details | by Patricia Henriques |
Categories: angst, inspirational, life, love, passion, philosophy, me, me,

THIS WHOLE SEX THING


FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR  THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN ME,
MORE THAN A SINGLE PENIS TOUCHING MY FEELINGS.
NO, UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE THESE PLEASURES
FROM THE HOOKERS,
WHIPS, ECSTASY,THREESOMES, SWING.
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW THESE BEDS,
WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF COURAGE.
NEVER GOT BEAT UP WITH A BELT,
NEVER HUNG ON THE CEILING,
NEVER STUFFED ME WITH DRUGS,
NEVER SAW UNREALISTIC IMAGES
NOR SAID ABUSIVE WORDS
WHILE THEY CALLED ME WHORE
OR WHILE THEY SPANKED ME
IN SEARCH OF A MASOQUIST PLEASURE.
POOR ME, NEVER BROKE THE TABOOS
CUMMING IN SOMEONE I BARELY KNOW,
NEVER TASTED DOZENS OF DIFFERENT NUDES,
RAGGED TIMES TEN INSIDE OUT
FOR BEING DRENCHED IN DIFFERENT SPERMS,
HAVING COUPLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAMES,
WHERE THEY LIVE, WHAT THEY WEAR OR WHAT THEY EAT.
NEVER PIERCED ME WITH PINS
THEY HAVE NEVER MADE ME A TOY.
NEVER TASTED AN ORGASM
WITH  PUBLIC WATCHING,
NEVER ENDED WITH APPLAUSE,
NEVER TRIPPED ON EXHAUSTED MEN
LYING ON MY LIVING ROOM RUG,
DRUNK FROM ALCOHOL
BURNING FROM ALL THEIR HOLES...

I HAVE JUST WHISPERED " I LOVE YOU" ,
ABSORBED ONE MANS JOY,
DROVE MY NAILS IN JUST ONE BODY,
RIPPED  A FEW SHIRTS,
ANSWERED TO JUST AN UNIQUE TOUCH.
I HAVE ONLY MEMORIZED HIS SIGNALS,
HIS SCARS
AND I HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIS CARNIVALS,
HIS FAULTS,
HIS MOANS AND HIS MANY GROANS.
WHAT A SHAME THAT I HAVE BEEN A GEISHA
FOR ONLY ONE MANS DESIRE
AND ONE IRRESISTIBLE "LET ME...".
BACK, SIDE, FRONT
ABOVE, BELOW, IN BETWEEN
I HAVE BEEN WHAT HE WANTED ME TO BE;
DAME, PROSTITUTE, ANIMAL, HUMAN
LADY, CRETIN, FATAL AND SWEET
BUT ALWAYS HIS,
NAKED ONLY IN FRONT OF HIM...

BUT NOW, WHAT WILL WE DO?
I STILL CAN LEARN ABOUT SEX
BUT WHO COULD TEACH HIM  LOVE?

PATRICIA EVANS


Poem Details | by Tom Zart |
Categories: adventure, family, friendship, husband, love, philosophy, wife, marriage, marriage, time,

MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE

 MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE



“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.

Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
 Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.

While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.

How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.

So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.


By Tom Zart

 



Poem Details | by Hitendra Mehta |
Categories: love

Sex meditating

beauty translucent dripping wet       
heaving mounds legs unlocked  
joy stick stroking valley deep  
fluid joy sweat droplets oozing   
sex meditating 

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