Best Aphrodisiacs Poems
My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . .
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
When your feeding frenzy
is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown,
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.
You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . .
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains me.
For Deb's Contest: category Unreal
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
My love has been out of town for weeks and weeks,
And I want to make a romantic dinner for two;
Something really special and sexy and delicious,
So, I spent days planning the menu and setting the mood.
~ The Menu ~
Appetizers
Krug Clos du Mesnil, 2000, Champagne
Raw Wellfleet Oysters on the half shell
Arugla Salad with Olive Oil and Vinegar dressing
Main Course
Chateau Ducru-Beaucaillou Saint-Julian, Red Wine
Truffles
Fettuccine sprinkled with Basil and Red Peppers
Steamed Asparagus - Eggplant and Chives
Dessert
Cacao Chocolate Ice Cream with Almonds
Cafe
Now, I researched all these foods for one quality,
One thing they all have in common, all are aphrodisiacs;
Primal, sexy food, believed to enhance love making,
It is going to be an evening of passion and romance.
I decorated our outdoor deck with strung lights and lanterns,
Arranged the table for the best view of the lake;
Then, I took a bath with saffron leaves like Cleopatra,
And when my love arrived we kissed, and with soulful looks,
We went outside to dine.
__________________________
October 4, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/A Romantic Dinner For Two
Copyright Protected, ID 15-714-420-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, For All Ladies and Brave Men,
sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
He never treated her as a subordinate eve
She was only privileged to get pleasure
And never got the pain of childbirth from him
It was he who ate the forbidden fruit of Eden
Shamelessly committed adultery in old age.
But now that she has left him for a reason
He’s a man of passed-out desires and dreams
Looking at beautiful women do infatuate him
*PEA - “the molecule of Love” floods his brain
Wine, liquor, movies are in the top priorities,
Mind filled with lot of aphrodisiacs, vitamin,
Viagra, zinc, carrots, oysters, garlic and onion.
Exploding coffee machines makes him mad
Gets annoyed when neighbor’s dog barks
Thumping sound of making love irritates him.
At this hour many things provoke his desire
Though blessed with desire, no performance.
+++++++
November 15, 2010
Form: Free Verse
Hon. Mention
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This is fictional write.
*PEA or phenethylamine is an alkaloid and a mono amine
**Molecule of Love
Compound Found in Chocolate, Phenylethylamine Demonstrates
Positive Effects on Mood, Depression, ADHD, Runners’ High,
and Love & Monogamy
Natures Womb - Haiku
aphrodisiacs
wind carries intoxicants
Seeds spread, open wide
AREN'T YOU SATISFIED?
In peaceful you came
But started playing against us like a game
Religion and your culture were established
While our god and cultural practices were discouraged
You started ruling us in our own land
Forcing us to dance your unwanted band
Your demagogues broke our unity
Then people were sold by chiefs full of brutality
Brave Africans fought for independence
Only be victors of deaths of their innocence
We visualize Africa of freedom
And we manage to get our kingdom
Now peace has come again
But from it you want to gain
By your homosexual issues, aphrodisiacs, etc. we are mystified
Aren't you satisfied?
Last night I watched in silence
At the end of the road in forest deep
I hid amongst the trees watching in awe
As gypsies dance while others sleep
Under the violet hue of evening sky
Haloed by evening's golden moon
I watched gypsies dance and sing
As flames from bonfires leaped high in the air
Dark haired women in shawls and beads
Happily dancing and twirling without care
Casting their spells of magic and enchantment
Performing their honeyed seductions
Blended with aphrodisiacs of scent and sound
Gypsy men with kerchiefs around their necks
Hoops of silver adorning their ears, singing joyful songs
Children laughing, dogs barking
As if they’re singing right along
Oh, I so wanted to join them as I stood watching in awe
Envious was I of their freedom and joy
Caravans painted in bright images and colors
Tambourines jingling as velvet shadows danced in the night
Skirts swirling, gold and silver bangles on their arms
Dancing 'round the bonfire's fiery light
Accordions singing, with happy notes from a fiddler's bow
As they sang and danced barefoot under evening moon
In the coming dawn once again...
It will be time for them to pack and move on
With a last meal served...
The caravans are readied to make another journey long
"Gather yourself up gypsy girls
Wonderful as it may seem…
A gypsies’ life is never their own
Time to move on
Time to find another home
You must have gypsy blood
In order to survive"
As their wagons move along dusty trails
They'll be looking for a place to camp
A place to call home... at least for awhile
A place to hang their colored paper lamps
Until...
Suddenly- a cry rings out
"Stop the wagons, ring the bells
We've found the perfect place
The perfect place for magic spells
Tomorrow brings a brand new day!
Let's feast, dance and make merry
Come on let's get things underway"
And so...
The journey goes on
And never ends!
"Gather yourself up gypsy girls
Wonderful as it may seem…
A gypsies’ life is never their own
Time to move on, time to leave
Time to find another home
You must have gypsy blood
In order to survive"
Auntie Arista Adderlisting
Ate apples appreciatively
Attired in an aba apron
Always asking apprecisively
Are apricots aphrodisiacs
As Auntie abhorred amphimixis
My most beautiful Muse
To my most beautiful Muse,
We are yet to meet, but I see through,
Your pain; for it is clear to hear,
Within your most delicate of words.
So softly spoken,
With no need for reaction.
Simply speaking the truth,
About this undeniable attraction.
This connection between us,
I see words pour between us and from us;
All around the world, love becomes much clearer to see;
To all of us
And the love of lust, this thing brings to us,
Proves that love is the greatest of all aphrodisiacs…
That are known to us.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
…the hilt of romance…
Your beauty heavenly, evokes the envy of Cytherea
Alluring me seamlessly, as gravity charms the docile sea,
Ecstasy looms, radiant as glistening rays of sunrise felicity,
My resistance dwindles, I drift swiftly away from mortality.
Life evanesces, only you exist! Enchanted by your sweet poison,
My body wanes irrevocably, thirsting, yielding to molten compulsion.
You tease my longing with your rosy scent, fresh as budding lilacs,
Caresses of your strokes silken, enthuse me like erotic aphrodisiacs.
Your kisses, satiate pleasures deepest, within my inmost core,
Soulful whispers with moans interlude, our cravings for encore.
Forms entwined to each other, as courting vines amorously cling,
Like summer’s heat, our intense friction, arouses delights of spring.
The flames in your eyes, would make the brightest stars pale,
Breathing eternity into my being, carrying me away like a gale,
Our pulses as tidal waves, rowdily rippled by passions sensual,
Beyond depths of bliss, to the hilt of romance perpetual.
© Maverick Nyambu
19/02/14
PS:
Cytherea (Aphrodite) - ancient Greek goddess of love & beauty
Those leather pants fit perfectly
Against your skin. I can’t stop
Staring; You can’t stop teasing -
It keeps me up all night,
Struggling to
Keep shouting.
Nothing is resolved when you slam
The bedroom door - Don’t sleep
Angry. You know I hate it when you
Surprise me in the shower and
Turn the screws until I
Can’t even think. All the blood
Rushes to my head when I
Clutch the curtain – you know
I am there.
I see you see me as I
Hope we won’t wake up bitter in the morning,
Casting those cross couch glances and
Judging. Your eyes are killer
Aphrodisiacs, constantly seducing me
Like that time I had to
Pin you in the grass.
As the rain came down I kissed
Your lips and cradled you.
I can still close my eyes and hear you whisper
“You’ve left the toilet seat up again,”
I tell you that I’m sorry but we both know
In the dim light of the television set
I am barely listening.
You smile and shake your head,
For therein lies a flaw you choose to live with.
You swear, one of these days you are going to
Turn off the light and kiss
Every inch of my body
In honor of my being me,
And in honor of your being you,
I will return the favor.
Afterward, we’ll lie in love,
Smiling in a comfortable silence
Like the uncomfortable silences
At the ends of those trivial arguments
You start yet can’t finish.
There is no retort for my abashing.
You say you’re sorry but we both know
That you don’t really mean it,
So I make sacrifices I choose to live with.
I swear one of these days I am going to
Cook the most wonderful meal,
The kind where silence is a compliment
Ending with content smiles,
Doing the dishes,
Cursing at new shirt stains and small cuts
From knives hidden under soap water
Although
We don’t really mind the healing process.
I sleep and think, Tomorrow
I should walk to the jewelry store and look over
Diamonds, as I think of our
Long nights, walking through lit up old villages
Cuddling on the couch in the television light
Drunkenly kissing beside bonfires
Sharing friends and glances
And love and life for good or for worse,
Carrying the same heart.
I can always push that button
That has you turn me on,
Be it a laugh, a smile, a sting, or a bite.
We do what it takes to make us happy
And it works,
Especially when you put on
Those leather pants.
While the agreeable bond we venture in,
teams with influential speculates',
its treasure is the sacred vow of worth
that yours is, and forever will be;
In accordance with this lively outcome
A generous and jovial ascertain hovers,
the electrifying paranormals you bring
lead splendid aphrodisiacs to my soul.
They benefit internally, pleading parts
that nether regions claim are lesser whole.
Uniting more than life itself can give,
The subtefuge, or lack of it prepares
A dream from stark dementias, only one,
That I ever need to care about has won.
How martyrdom initiates response,
freedom that surrounds existing vibes
our understanding feeds on nonchalance
providing us a love no-one describes.
It sequels in seclusions open stanza,
A free verse masquerade of plentitude
that love shall follow this extravaganza
making waves the motions now include.
How buoyancy defines the dance for us
with surface tension beautifying grace
movements which are spiritual are thus
complete as souls enamoured in embrace.
Clouds explode and bloom
Flower petals fall as rain
Sunshine picks them up again
Counting each scented one
He loves me
He loves me not
(The rhythm of a young girl’s dreams)
Aphrodisiacs of soothing fragrance swirl:
Lavender, Honeysuckle, Roses
Magnolias in the summer
Frangipanis for the evenings
In Spring, Wisteria, in time for beginnings
Lily-of-the-valley, delicate but tough
Jasmine, so calming at the pressure points
Young girls twist daisies together, a friendship chain
Before candy necklaces became all the rage
Aloha leis welcome us into the warm island sun
Anchor us as friends to the Pacific chain
Should cataclysmic clouds explode and bloom
Showering all mankind with potent petals
How dangerous our scented love becomes
A contagious infusion of happily ever after
Virgin Conjuring’s
If I were a virgin I would lock up all the birds and bees
Keep them in little yellow boxes in the attic
And never feed them aphrodisiacs
If I were a virgin like Sir Isaac Newton
I would do something good for humanity
Have an apple fall on me and explain gravity
If I were a virgin I would become a cartoon
Just like Kim Jong-un, of North Korea
And pretend to be human
If I were a virgin in a strange religion
Where sex was a sin and crime all the time
Suicide and lobotomy would be on my mind
If I were a virgin, which I doubt very much
I would probably have to be age four or five
Living on a desert Island with no women by my side
If I were a virgin things would be different
I would suffer from malnutrition
There would be no reason for living
If I were a virgin……..
Singapore tryst
Old times bordering;
Restored trade regime
Old Chinatown alleys
Winding streets await;
Takeaway souvenirs
Buzzing bazaars
Colourful wares shout;
Attractions ply
Smith Street
Chinatown circuit;
Oriental stuff
Strange name
Telok Ayer Street?
Meaningful glimpses
This Chinese temple
Tourists assemble;
Photo snapshots
Old men playing
Chinese chess;
Stone table forum
Street vendors
Crafts and wares;
Brisk commotion
Somnolent sunset
After light drizzle;
Swamp of human faces
Lost in the crowd
Two tiny specks
Seeking ***** bargains
Tucked in a corner
This awkward shoppe;
Viagra and company
Loud music blasts
Accompany footsteps;
Curiosity in-transit
Sea of faces
Mini United Nations;
Cosmopolitan nuances
Old shop houses
Clusters of modern comforts;
Brisk eateries
Chinese medical tonics
Healthy equilibrium;
Discerning aphrodisiacs
Feel the pulse
Crowd en passant;
Curious eyes feast
Bumpy movement
Feet gravitate;
Looking and searching
So much to see
Discover again;
That long-lost find!
Leon Enriquez
15 Apr 2014
Singapore