Best Chastity Poems
Full and luscious lips
Tempting treat to hungry eye
Flashback memories
Hot lips in constant pursuit
Now chastity vow taken
Other lips await
Longing to explore and claim
Willing travelers
Virgin lips in cherry red
Chastity vow forgotten
Eileen Manassian Ghali
i am a ye olde chastity belt maker and fitter
Fitting is free
I love my occupation
As I hold the key
For an emergency
Their men want them fitting
While they are away at war
And my services are required
More and more
Something I adore.
The women beg me to set them free
And I give them what they need
For a fee.
So need a chastity belt?
Don't buy a cheap imitation from Hong Kong.
They have sharp edges and not that strong.
Just send me a E- arrow
And I'll be there quicker than a falcon after a sparrow.
This weeks special offer hurry!
Buy two get one free
I aim to please
If I still have the energy.
I'm very popular you know
So come on wenches and ye olde maidens
Give me a go How else you gonna know?.
Peter Dome. copyright.2014. July.
Good tidings young maidens it is me
The chastity belt bespoke fitter
To all princess and queen
I could tell many a tale about the things I've seen
But alas the crusades are over
No need for chastity belts no more
I did good business when the men were at war.
I'm having a closing down sale
Many bargains I've made
It's ok your secrets with me
I still fit free
With pride and dignity.
Of course I might have to make a mould with my hands
To make a correct fit
But I've had plenty of practice and been about a bit.
So come on you wenches and fair maidens
Come lay on my couch
And I'll soon get around to fitting you out
Because there's talk of another war
The men will be fighting again away
My sizes range from small to extra large
With no extra charge
Free can opener if you lose the key
And I'm readily available in an emergency
What ever that emergency maybe.
See me advertise in ye olde Cosmo magazine
With a picture of a massive one I fitted for the queen
I also sell armoured breast belts
With lock and key of course I'll have to measure
And mould your wares on display
I do that for fun you don't have to pay.
Ok Ladies I'll stay open and not close down
A new crusade has started and I'm the only man left around
Send me a E arrow or a talkagram
And I travel to please you from olde Nottingham town.
Any offers?.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.
Though many have lost the battle, can I go forward in a worthy pursuit?
For those whose pursuit of chastity in marriage grinds to an unhappy halt,
could it not be due in part to being pulled toward illusions of grandeur?
Can I have my cake and eat it too? Can it be beautiful and forbidden too?
Am I listening to the sound of music never designed for winners?
Do I look with glee through glasses neither half full nor half empty?
Am I salivating over portraits created by mirages in the desert?
Are marriages endurable or even survivable?
The continuous grind of interpersonal conflicts;
The verbal, emotional, and physical abuse;
And the devastating effects of ‘an affair’;
The rights of life and liberty;
And the pursuit of happiness too;
true values, deeply rooted in the fiber of my being.
The purchase of certain liberties demands a hefty price.
I then consider the pleasure gained versus a life of pain.
So, I pause to ponder the horrendous cost of broken vows.
But why do I not turn my eyes, and slowly walk away?
Why do I allow such noble dreams to become nightmares?
With two ears, I pursue chastity.
In one ear I hear a voice, saying,
“With just one secluded night of infidelity,
you could be infused with adventure and pleasure”.
That voice, so crystal clear, so pleasing and promising;
It’s the sound of charm and enchantment; a costly voice.
So, I close the other ear that’s projecting a voice of caution and reason.
It says to me, “Please don’t because you would lose a lasting bond of trust”.
Is it just me, or do I see a dying breed of the trusted and the faithful?
Is it just me, or are we growing indifferent to the tried and the true?
I hear the noise of fun and games, but I hear the children crying too.
Is there anybody trying to be reliable, like the rising and setting sun?
04282015PSContest, A Sexy Surreal, Lewis Raynes
A featured poem on PS the week of 080122
O Ahalya
celestial beauty
bloom like lotus
ivory red pink lips
supple like snake
fragrant like rose
A king Indra
a majestic man
radiant like moon
overwhelmed by Ahalya's
beauty like heaven
yes become mindless,
crazy like cupid
disguised as Gautama
sneaked in hermitage
eyes like stars
words like honey
lips like pink butter
O great sage Gautama
your heart pure like god
knew no falsehoods
penance like fire
O king of deities
you Sneaking in,
joined Ahalya in disguise
coupled and mating
drunk and sunk her deep
like wine
first-night wedding
she yet unaware
cold breeze
melting breath
she dallied in joy
thinking soul like Gautama
aah star embraced me
direct from heaven
hermit bloom like moon
whisper like magic
embracing soft
joy deep and long
sage a husband,
did not tarry
Gautama coming back
a deep mystic
same like sage man
exiled out of hermitage
Gautama anger like fire
ahho unwise Ahlaya
what you did
i curse you
curse like stone
Ahalya turns A stone
burning like fire
cold nightmare
a sin of lust
king deity was a liar
no stone age for him
he survived the curse.
after ages
RAMA kind lord
a god who crossed
seas to rescue wife sita
An Avatar,Tranquil,
pacific touch on stone
stone turned a woman
now sinless
Ahalya reunited
husband Gautama
Rama a true bliss
tranquil and calm.
His fronds brightens
While the lotus blooms,
waning raving hearts,
drowning in the bliss
Chastity is never fruitful, clever or right,
But we should all have a shot of the kite,
That lovers’ swing that makes you happy,
Disallowing the impudent or the snappy.
Sex sets you up for the day and for life,
When computers, friends don’t have life,
It propounds the right an raises good,
Ramifies that which you have understood.
Arm's stretched out to hold you.
Sunlight dripping on your face.
Although a storm's unfolding,
deep within the coming rain.
Only fate can't shelter us from this.
What's hidden,will the cloud's reveal.
Oh,sweet Love,
you are revealing.
And beautiful.
If I kissed your collarbone
What would your expression give away?
Hip bones are more sensual I suppose—
But Diana was all ankles and wrists.
Arch your back, chaste Aphrodite, the Madonna turns away
Fingers should stay on necks and shoulder blades.
There is a notorious flirt
Who fondles beneath a girl's skirt
But some of his "charm"
Set off her alarm
"Digital Intruder Alert!"
Chastity glow like the fanned embers in furnace
It blazes in flames of purity
Burning around the chaff and impurities
Fueled by the justified true beliefs
It stands upright in a jacket of honesty
And the metal pants of integrity
There it burns out oiled by deep understanding
Setting the embers of realization flickering
While we mortals stand afar watching in admiration
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name first love poem~ (on the soup)
Chastity
Poland I know was where we were
i was him and you were her
we laughed and danced and sprung about
but i was just a village lout
yes you were fine of feature, grand
but i went by sea and left the land
i saw no more of you i slipped
over the side when the rigging ripped
great white shark won't let me be
teeth rip great holes, in i see,
and just before the shark took me
i thought of you sweet chastity
Don Johnson
Some people might call me fake . . .
But never shall I take. . .
The dreadful punishment of lust . . .
So I do what I must . . .
I am an old fashioned girl . . .
Living in a modern world . . .
Trying to resist temptations . . .
Until I am wrapped in his arms . . .
Some people might laugh at me . . .
But never shall I be . . .
A ****; a whore . . .
So don’t you knock at my door . . .
‘Cause I won’t show you anything more . . .
I’m sorry to say . . .
But this is my own way . . .
Of proving my future man . . .
The value of chastity to me . . . .
Cranked a surprise with his jack in the box
Chained stays my flower in chastity locks
Power down, without T. V
Painful night crawled tauntingly
Deafened by raised legs' rotate inside clocks
30th August 2020
Written for Contest : Fun With Limericks
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Syllables are: 10, 10, 7, 7, 10
For real love, she eagerly waits,
All she could get were several hates,
Her lips even have many open gates,
That deliberately close lates,
Her eyes have several inbuilt baits,
That still could not find her good mates.
She is actually hell-bent,
That it's true love she really meant,
Even if it's just for a rent,
At least love will be in her tent,
Her beauty needs no lick of paint,
But the voice of love is still faint.
For long she has remained a chaste,
Her face, with a nice beauty paste,
Yet real love, she still wait to taste,
And old age knocks her doors in haste,
She fears fallen for a love heist.
Since there's no true love near her sight.
She's one of the heavenly saints,
Tho' covered with several bad taints:
Her neck is with several tiny dents;
Many of 'em were seen thro' many vents,
And in her heart she has a pain,
That, she will have to forever feign.
Our church held a Chastity Walk
Where old folks just stand there and gawk
Our numbers are few
But what can one do
When gossips have eyes like an hawk?