Best Boudoir Poems

He was poetically intolerant,
she thought herself an Emily
writing sonnets 'how do I love...'
he indulged her feeble whimsies
in light of other finessed talents, 
essentially, larks amidst boudoir's  
uncommonly emboldened expertise...

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In her sweet boudoir
Tom, Trevor, Tim and Rufus
Her adept kinky lovers...

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My Refurbished Boudoir- Etheree

Morning
Sun-beams stormed
My refurbished boudoir
Setting aflame autumn hues
Curtains orange and ochery bedspread
Cushioned upholstery of yellow and green
Nostalgic reminders of my voyage  to Columbus'
Anchored Land last October, walking through Cheek Wood's
Crackling rusty leaves as eyes painted multifarious colours in
My heart, marvelling at painters...

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She was a pallor woman, says the mirror on the 
Wall above her bureau:  A tranquil woman too, 
Says her diary which lay near her bed on the
Floor; and a deathless woman, says the crimson
Stain upon her blouse that lay draped over a 
Chair...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir

Nsync with variations on a theme:
of drool worthy Reuben Sandwich
(consisting of corned beef, 
Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, 
Russian dressing between slices 
of rye bread that is grilled 
until the bread is crispy 
and the cheese melts)
various and sundry
pseudo lurid fictitious...

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          The cat licks her paws.
          Silver-haired woman brushes hair.
          Moon kisses the room.


              ...

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Each year she went through a ritual 
preparing for his big night
she had been given strict orders as to how 
to ignite his passions just right 
the perfume was spritzed soft and light
the negligee warn low and tight   
but this year when the...

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who left trail of heartbroken sage woman
commander in chief deliberately stoked,
née sparked long
simmering smoldering, and stewing
long festering white supremacist altercation
fiendishly igniting racial conflagration
exploding during late spring 2020.

No matter no child left behind kibitzing
(yours truly as boy plucked petals
off daisy reciting "she loves me,"
"she loves me...

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Bedlam and mayhem in the mistress's boudoir

(Nsync with variations on a theme:
various and sundry
pseudo lurid fictitious escapades)
mostly I did merrily wet
whet madness aye ever did dream.)

The missus personal trappings
strewn helter skelter
every perilous step fraught
with danger analogous
riding as passenger
with death cab for cutie
'course thy quasi bohemian...

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fuelled elaborate lie with friends of ventures
                       with boy I barely knew
 




All girls' school... Poor deprived fourteen year olds we were! Group...

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