Sexy Poems | Examples of Sexy Poetry

Night and day I think about you. You’ve tightly bound the wrists of my self control And grabbed my fevered dreams by the throat. I try to forget what my body knows But it betrays me every time. Your skin...Read the rest...

Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips knit a magazine smile rows of sugar-white pearls strung shiny straight behind wet-red...Read the rest...

I went to jack in the box to get some fries Long day at work not going to five guys The cashier looked a bit was different No sweetly old man wearing grease from the kitchen I walked to...Read the rest...

Noise, the medium, of endless tedium low decibel levels at a premium Female artists as naked as Eve ...Read the rest...

In the shadows of his presence, I stand, A mere silhouette in his commanding hand. His voice, a symphony of authority, Conducting the movements of my reality. In the tapestry of his desire, I'm woven tight, Bound by threads of...Read the rest...

Seduction is a movement that falls in step with the ocean’s tide. Its power hidden in the ebb and flow, Evocative motions pulling you outside of time. You tangle yourself in sea grasses, the dark water is now your...Read the rest...

A landscape in shadows and an earthy taste on your tongue. The only distance between us is the very air that we breath. Desire grows like some winding vine around my body- feral, unkempt, and as dangerous as...Read the rest...

Do years pass quickly, not the beautiful memories stuck in the mind more than in the fond heart? When will I hug my Lisa and delight her with kisses? When can this dream be real, letting joys...Read the rest...

I'm symphony in your hands fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory it's black and white tonight and every other night stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo touch the sighing notes in my throat starting to float scarlet-slicked bow...Read the rest...

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. no doubt i am he ...Read the rest...

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. not if she don't shave though ...Read the rest...

Oh April I hear you tapping Tapping on sweet Spring’s back door Running through the streets after dark Undisciplined, unchaperoned Chattering in a fledgling nest Peeking from behind softened soil Basking in a sunrise drum roll I hear nature whisper OH! APRIL ...Read the rest...

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