Best Adults Poems
I am dating a young woman and we are deeply in love. However, no matter what I do sexually, she never achieves ****** so we decided to ask a sex therapist for advice. The therapist listened to our story and suggested the following;
"Hire a strapping young man and while the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you, as though he is fanning you both. Make sure he is totally naked and she can see his manhood as he fans you both with the towel. That will help your wife fantasize, and should bring on a full-blown ******."
We went home and followed the therapist's advice. We hired a handsome young man and he stripped off and enthusiastically waved a towel over us both as we made love. But it didn't help and still my lover was unsatisfied and frustrated.
Perplexed, we went back to the therapist "Okay" he says, "let's try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them."
Once again, we followed the advice. The young man got into bed with my lover and I waved the towel. The young man really worked with great enthusiasm and my lover soon had an enormous, room-shaking, screaming, ******.
Smiling, I dropped the towel, tapped the young man on the shoulder and said to him triumphantly...."NOW THAT'S how you wave a towel, son!!"
03~12~2014
dadickerector
It was a nightmare of a boat trip
I almost choked to death on an orange pip
They did not strain the juice well
And from a small pip, I gasped for air and started to swell
If it weren’t for a crewmember named William Patel
Well…
I stayed in bed for a spell
The captain apologised
Which was wise
He said “ the rest of the trip is free.”
So I was extravagant and splashed out on the person I called “Me.”
While sitting on deck, by the pool, sipping me tea
I was captivated by a well-formed female in a translucent bikini
She rolled her eyes flirtingly at me
So being the gentleman I am, I rolled them back you see
We were mesmerised with each other for a while
As we secretly exchanged a naughty smile
I placed hers in me left butt cheek pocket
As I felt me Viagra stick raising like a rocket
This was the beginning of a sensual relationship
Thanks to that bloody orange pip
Anyway, we went below deck
Where it was dark and gave each other a peck
Then we were at it like hammer and tongs
Moaning and groaning the seductive songs
Who needs Viagra, it was me
Only me, all me me me
Take some advise, find a place where you might get caught and you’ll see
It will magnify the enjoyment of your OOOh!, uhhh!, oohweee!
We stood in a narrow doorway
And began entertaining each other with a bit of, you know, foreplay
Then she turned her back to me and oooh! What can I say
Pressing against each other and pushing against the door arch was… heaven all the
way
Then, yep, we were caught, and guess what happen next
It was the captain and she was his wife who would suspect?
The big mother was rather vexed
I tried to tell him not to blow it out of context
But… the bugger wouldn’t stop strangling me with his mount Everest pecs
Give me the orange pip any day
But the situation I was in, hell no way
On golden sands in naked lay
Adventurous hands in touching display
His Maidens skin like fine porcelain
Lips in touch, loves to gain
So caressed she becomes so moist
Groans of excite in wanting voice
Her perfect pink lips lure me to kiss
Sweet she is in hungry bliss
In spiral licks to her lips I head
As she welcomes me home on natures bed
Slowly I enter whilst warmed by she
In kissing touch sharing her honey we be
To her nape I kiss whispering words of love
On natures bed, blue ceiling above
Our movements of joy like the oceans waves
Excite her firm breasts, her pertness I crave
My head in her hands as she entices my bite
Kissing, licking her pert nipples in hardened height
Our bodies now joined in writhing glow
Sharing words of love as our loving shows
My pillar of man between her Vee
In rhythmic motion thee and she
Spontaneous we are in pleasurable voice
Arched she becomes as our bodies rejoice
The release of man cascades her inner walls
Warmed and pink my eyes now befall
A gentle kiss to her heaven I plant
In loving groan, my Maiden now pants
Up her torso I kiss to her lips I share
Sweet tasting honey to her eyes I stare
In gentle touch our moment now lived
Memories we share, for our love we give
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An armed deputy who is waiting outside
while a madman slays our joy and pride,
tell me again how it is good sense
to trust life and limb to the government?
Police are good people, without a doubt,
but they’re minutes away when seconds count,
and few enough know this hard truth:
Legally, they do not have to protect you.
And I think we’ll rarely ever find
a cop around when we’re struck by crime,
criminals are evil, but they are not fools,
they do not strike when cops are near you.
Be they a madman or a common thief,
what will happen when they come calling?
What good is help that comes too late,
when you’ve been butchered, murdered, raped?
So if they’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe that an adult should own a gun.
This duty goes beyond mere self-defense,
though that’s its most common element,
as citizens and free souls it is our cause
to act as a check on those who make laws.
Not a pleasant thought, and a weaker mind
might proclaim,”But we’re beyond those times.”
But such thinking is a great fallacy,
power still attracts those who lust greedily
for your money, your family, you very thoughts,
they want control over the whole lot,
playing along with laws when they have to
while designing schemes, already ready to move
when a weakness in our will is found...
and come that day, when they knock us down
the Second Amendment takes up the fight,
the only means left to defend our rights.
Though we hate the thought of such a fate,
the threat of tyranny never will abate,
so if you’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
as an adult you should own a gun...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
...And those who scream,”No gun! No knife!
Not even if to defend my life!”
Care they so little for being human
that they won’t even stand up to defend
the greatest gift bestowed by this universe?
It strikes me as incredibly perverse.
The whole of you, every thought and care,
uour hopes, your heart, your soul, your flair,
the big and small things that define us
these folks would throw it allunder the bus.
Thinking that it’s some kind of moral high
to just stand there and let themselves die…
It’s nonsense, sophistry, it's vile rot!
You’ve a duty to protect what you’ve got,
To say that your life is worth everything,
That you’re sovereign and strong, no mere weakling,
That your time here is worth any price,
and all who’d take it had better think twice,
By your own hand they may meet their end,
you will not be taken from family and friends.
And those who would not make this hard choice,
Do they really value this life they’ve enjoyed
if they are not willing, when the hour’s late,
to save themselves from murderous hate?
So if they’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe that an adult has to own a gun.
Don’t forget your children, your husband, your wife,
the things that a person values beyond life.
Have you not a duty to protect all of them?
How will you do that if you have no defense?
You can call the police and hope they arrive,
but it only takes moments for someone to die.
If we really love them, do we have to right
to pretend that true evil will never drop by?
If we are their parents, the protectors of youth,
should we not be ready for what we must do?
If they drag away your daughter with carnal intent
will you still feel ‘beyond’ the Second Amendment?
I don’t think you will, I think all the P.C.
will crumble as you fall down to your knees,
gnashing teeth and wailing at what you have lost,
knowing that failure bears such a great cost.
It’s all on our shoulders in this veil of tears,
we’re the first line against adult fears,
we carry the burden of our life and theirs,
we stare into darkness and try not scare.
So if they’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe every adult should own a gun.
When I took my shower this morning
I pretended that you were there
I imagined your hands holding the soap
As you lathered me everywhere
Hot water splashed upon me
Steam rose up in the air
You explored all of my body parts
With enticingly gentle care
My hands played your role
But you were present in my mind
I just ignored those childhood warnings
That this activity will make me blind
My knees started trembling
As to a climax you made me climb
Dreams in the day while you are wide awake
I think are the most vivid kind
When I turned off the water
I just stood there for a while
I saw my reflection in the steamed up mirror
Looking a bit beguiled
I imagined you standing beside me
Wearing nothing but a similar smile
Then taking one last cleansing breath
I reached for a fresh, clean towel
Just look at the symbol for Cancer
And about me you'll have your answer
I think its devine
To perform 69
As a great sexual enhancer
1. Mortality Recognition
2. Hedonism
3. Apathy
4. Restlessness
5. Historic Amnesia
6. Recklessness/Experimentation
7. Meta-Identity
All I want for Christmas
Is for her to fall back in lust with me
Give her the desire to unzip my pants
The way it used to be
Reignite her libido
Put passion back in her heart
Make her once more crazy
For my naughty part
All I want for Christmas
I know it sounds insane
But give to me a wife once more
Who wants my candy cane
Remove all her excuses
Take the stress out of her life
Do everything you need to do for her
To restore my horny wife
She says she no longer feels sexy
Perhaps that is my fault
But the infatuation I have for her naked body
I know I never lost
So if you could do this for me Santa
I promise I will be good
If you could make my wife ask for me
To give her a little wood
Fledging child grows to unlatch
to turn back on parents, to find own way.
Child's hand uncupped, snapped away, rebellious.
But in time, parents and child reunite
as adults with a different relationship,
with mutual respect for independence.
Though parents still cherish the child, as child.
Sizzling soft finger tips,
Blaze gently across my body,
Feeling the hiss of her heat,
Steam rises as we entwine our limbs,
Burning lips trace my ear as she whispers of paradise,
Both longing for this heaven to last,
Love sears our hearts as desire leaps from eyes,
While two passions melt into one,
We fly together to ecstasy before a scarlet sunset.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
I took an aging friend out shopping the other day
There was an Anne Summers shop, a new one by the way
“Oh come on there’s underwear," she said, "they may have my size."
My answer was “No dear, I think you’ll get a surprise.”
But as she slipped my grasp she nipped in before I could stop her.
She stood with her mouth open and asked me what they all were…
“What do you mean dear?” I asked my face was going red
She was holding up a vibrator and swinging it over her head…
“Look at this a mixer, why is it in a foundation shop?”
I grabbed her by the arm saying “A mixer and foundation shop, it is not.”
There were some undies with no crotch, she picked them up and said
“I think there should be more quality control, these are missing on some thread.”
“Come on dear” I said, as I dragged her through the door
“This is really a sex aid shop” I was leaving before she said more
“If this is an aid shop do we have to give contributions then?
And what are all them pink things that look like worms but say on them ‘Hen’
“Come on dear it’s time to go, this shop is not for you,
I was distinctly embarrassed now and feeling a little bit blue
I told her it was time to go; I wanted to leave before we were seen
I heard her say "you’re joking love
“I’m getting the big one there in green……..”
Breast feeding moms
Kids
Chick breats,
Feeding adults!
Reaching for you darling
Grasping dreams not there
Just wisps of contentment
Persperation on my brow
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
First you breathe on her
Was it love or lust?
Was it fact or fiction?
You stared in the windows through my heart
Of age or not
We begot
A child co-created along the way
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shouldn’t have been bound
To our allure’s
While in our tangents
We’re hell bent to ignore ourselves each other family and God
Finding it odd no one
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Don’t do the act, if you want to relax
Don’t do the thing, if you want to be free
Don’t undress, then latter protest
If you wanna be free, be real
Wait until the marriage bed
Don’t play with God or Woman
Abstinence be morally free
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Abort not keep your hands and genitals to yourselves
There’s no maybe’s, in co-creating a baby
Unless you’re in the marriage bed
Only then, only then this is what God sanctions
Of age or not
We shall not begot
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
A child co-created along this way
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shan’t be bound only from now on repented we will only,
Conceive only in the Marriage Bed
10/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©