Ardor Poems - Poems about Ardor

Ardor feels are divine Bodies erotically entwine Caresses eagerly connect Desires meet to intersect Emotions feed passion Fondlings sassy fashion Gasps praise movement Hearts pump excitement Intimate whispers tingle Joining lips mingle Kisses feed desire Loins share ardor’s fire Moving hips enthuse Needy bodies fuse Outcries express zeal Pleasure pulses appeal Quenched libidos slake Ravenous wants take Silk sensuality grooves Tantalize rhythm moves Unleashed hunger plunders Velvet kisses thunder Waves ebb and...

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United In The Depths Of Love's Ravenously Sweet Ardor I do not cry, this pain soul deep stings the weeping heart burns so very intensely the memories the perished and heartfelt sweetness of Love's cherished truths,' the precious moments the cool breeze, the heights of adore the feverish touch of your lips our nights of lovemaking and sweetest morns of my waking with you, your tangled blonde hair and sultry lips and that dawn's ravishing smiles upon our dynamic new love, upon our...

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Standing at the ocean's edge He inhaled the air, raw and bracing His love, faraway on yonder shore inhaled as well, her heart a-racing A wonder that two hearts can feel the tide's mighty surge as they kneel in reverence to their passion's ardor that kisses' wings, sure true love seals...

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ardent ardor offering amour- with flowers moistened in tears not to feel...

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your music moves clouds in the cool sky spellbound embracing stars thoughts knot and pool with ardor emotion listening to you play music with the push and pull of each black and white key like the free back and forth rhythmic gentle motion of the ocean tide as I too magically hypnotize in a dream moving upon its waves twining blush feelings rush as l lean forward and focus upon...

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In late autumn our neighbour's black cat sits on the heated hood of the car A sacred Egyptian ornament sleek lines of balance Unlike our love games on clammy leather in bucket seats ...

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Ardor of Autumn Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones. My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold. Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones, October has my body feeling old. Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring The rain that falls upon my window pane, How nature's timing changes everything, How death of cold rejuvenates again. The beauty of this...

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Love grows amid Dreamy lovers Who will admit Their true ardor September 12, 2019 Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: charles messina...

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For every day the dawning sun does rise. Births jubilation there before Thine eyes. Brightly colored rays nobly to shed light. Accents wondrous flawlessness in plain sight. Sparked myriads of seeds on which life's drawn. Brash rivers bear oath heirs ‘tis tryst of dawn. Sways and swirls a choreographic dance. ambient twirls perpetually by chance. Flail on shores hence spawns of man and...

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Looking at the mirror with good day’s pleasure I see slothfulness’ glamor taunting with delight’s leisure Yet ready to attack sense of honor defying time-worth’s treasure So defiant; not a generous donor offering gift that costs much pressure! I challenge you, my body’s indolent suitor upon your procrastination’s grandeur I’m aware of your wastefulness’ color since programmed schedule you want to injure I...

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In gilded hours and yet again I still hear the same refrain: "Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh, Out with the Yanks, Let the Viet Cong in!" Ah me! Times change and I am old. Lest youth's first ardor, e'er grow cold, Henry the Fifth is what I'll teach. Boris, Boris, to the breach. "Mogg, Mogg. Jacob Rees-Mogg! Let's hear the bark of the British bull-dog."...

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I stand upon cold sands of lovers, past surveying, bleak, the misty metaphors a crimson blush of hope so setting fast its wake left by a tempest on...

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ARDOR OR PALAVER ? "We are dying, Egypt, dying." I'm still alive and trying to prove to you, my dove, that I feel for you a love you can put to any test, which means, at your behest: I'd jump from the fiftieth storey, though the end of that were gory. How proudly I would stagger if you stabbed me with a dagger. You...

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They talk about not taking it too far, when first meeting someone. Arbitrary limits to thoughts set the bar, setting inanities, falsehoods, to be spun. All are so afraid of coming on too strong, most definitely including me. Feeling a spark quickly shouldn't be wrong, should even be a goal, far as I can see. I let the hook-up culture hijack my mind, made...

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This is dedicated to the walking conversation pieces to the crazy geniuses waiting until tomorrow to procrastinate this is for the night writers and red bull fighters to the strange and the brave the dedicated and sleepless this is for all of us the ear hustlers and track runners prodigious polemicists built for this struggle we rhyme slick and shine sick glibly Iridescent lyricists typically dissonant and...

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