Best Erogenous Poems
I want you to feed me my only fear,
to make a ritual of the ruddy rain I hear
deluge my dreams with Love's broken mirror,
our inspiration fragmented into faithless drear,
to deliver the division of two hearts once near
on a cutting board of Venu's neurotic nightmare,
take me to where yearning is taunted by stoic stare
to the edges of erotic emotion wounded from passion threadbare,
lead me to fear's chasm split warm and wide on a Goddes's tongue of despair,
I need that soul spasm hyperextending the phantasm of my boyish beliefs unfair,
If I could fall in love with you again
a star hunter I'd be, feigning capture in your solar reign
equiped with erogenous eon, violating your violet virtue from within,
I would be your fuel of fury and flirtation, speedily skipping across a galaxy dim,
an unstoppable windfall of cosmic conquest bursting from our indefatigable union,
If I could see you one more time in truth
you'd be a Queen, lean like love keen, sexy as sabotage with no proof,
intuiting when to kiss, and when to kill, dressed to thrill in vermillion fox,
a King me be, knowing how to war, and how to water the woman that gives me shocks,
would throw roses and lava into a world desperate for heros gone mad on Creativity's roof,
I don't know how Love says goodbye,
I don't know how it sounds, how it moves
or know when the Death Dance begins or ends,
how deeply does Love get buried in the pits of private agony,
how will I remember the anniversary of our Dia de Muertos,
will you paint your face like a sugar skull and grin from misery made merry,
a grave robber I will be, rubbing fragrant memory on the lips of our love gone by,
feeding you the fear you've taught me -
J.A.B.
the unzipped match —
a flame that heats the tips of fingers,
those sensitive appendages
that linger,
upon the cheek,
the whiskers.
erogenous zones touched by the flame,
like candles arouse
compatible birthday suits.
the cherry red matchstick
plumps up her lips
making them magnetic.
his lips and ruby tongue
pulled into
the black hole of her being.
their own haven of forest
in flames —
no longer tame.
the full force of desire
moves over her neck
her shoulders,
lower and lower,
leaping higher and higher.
flesh singed —
in the end both become smokers
in bed.
9/25/2019
"Bespoke"
unknown variables quiver the quill
biting words playfully taking waiting lips
qualitative honeyed eucylyptus elixir
speaks to you
bespoke
in passionate whispers
dripping the burning grenades
intimate soliquays
like a warm feathered breeze
down all your lines
fuse lit and delicious
scorching taste it wait it
on tongue speaking firm
weighted words loaded
on erogenous Eros
erroneous Ares
I gift you a gift
from the war zone
a dangerous body of work
quantitative soft kisses
following satin fingertips
Peel open
the pomegranate jewel
kept tight in all its cool chapters
the succulent pink velvet
territory tasted
unconquered
bespoke and
unbroken
packed and loaded
voluptuous bullets
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“She/ Dangerous Woman” – Styles, Grande
https://youtu.be/RdkGSyP527Y
"Voluptuous Bullets"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/voluptuous_bullets_1215553
"Don't need permission
Made my decision
to test my limits
'Cause it's my business,
God as my witness
Start what I finished
Don't need no hold up
Taking control
of this kind of moment
I'm locked and loaded
Completely focused,
my mind is open..."
LYRICS / "Dangerous Woman" , Ariana Grande
https://genius.com/Ariana-grande-dangerous-woman-lyrics
LYRICS/ "She", Harry Styles
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/harrystyles/she.html
Last night I slipped into an introspective dream
witness of a strange extracorporeal experience
the whole me deconstructed to its raw materials
Dead myself was found a bright day
and lay nude on a table counter
on a top floor balcony of an unknown city
I was there, the eyes of a stranger
contemplating my naked body
my appealing erogenous zones
arms and legs leaning on the sides
motionless ribs and chest protruding
my eyelids shut in serenity, the wooden expression
So detached from the soulless body
at first I couldn’t clearly recognize
the element that linked me to the dream
Insignificant who owned the corps before
lands of a new perspective are here for me to explore
small part of the primal knowledge revealed to me
Mystified by compassion and moral obligation
for the helpless body does not deserve
unprotected to lie under the opal rays of the city sun
uncovered to repose in the cold night winds
exposed to random spectators’ judgement
abandoned, without a soul. Was I the owner of that body?
Rushing in agony and the countdown of time
Was I there to save my body from unworthy decay?
Do I have the power to drag it inside the room?
it was a drastic solution as I looked around
there onwards, undisturbed, I would organize the next step
the certainty of predestination supported by aloof composure
Helping hands’ astounding substance
a crystal liquid energy in transparent gloves instead of skin
repeated attempts to lift up my lifeless body
oh I was extremely heavy, impossible to move
an overrated effort in an eerie cloud of panic and the gravity
a deafening whack then awkward pulls dragging me on the floor
There I woke up, as one.
where no light penetrates
the musty chamber of an existence
gazing, otiose, in contemplation
of erogenous zones
of paralysis and moans
of the evaporation of bones…
the spider and its cobwebs beckon
dust stirring like breath
tick-tock of tears
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background,
The Page
plays the blues,
interludes,
fingers touching the
sensual key notes
scent openings
in the mind
reeling
in the horizontal lines
along morning bodies
now glistening, the
dark nights aligned,
The Page
plays the blues,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
those heavy Prison Blues
absent black holes
now universes away,
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers,
plucking the strings
pressing points slowly
in from the cold
warm air tracing
curves
in the winding road
whispered along smooth
racing executions
erogenous pleasures
shifting gears upwards
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way,
Hummingbird’s playing
in the background
slow dancing
french kissing
seducing
interludes
A Page
of falling
angels' feathers
strings softly plucked
come undone
Emerald Eyes
measuring
the blues
No 4 Preludes
undressing Chopin
in another way
The Preludes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Chopin No 4 Preludes (Chopin), Jimmy Page
Hummingbird, Jimmy Page
Emerald Eyes, Jimmy Page
Prison Blues, Jimmy Page
Your cologne, your pheromone have just blown
over me. Now my testosterone
leaves me dying to do
all of those things for you
I do in your erogenous zone.
A beckoning charmer,
Desire’s erogenous Flower
gratifies homage.
I justly kneel…
Love must now obey
Pleasure’s quest ridden subjugation
till unchaste voracious waves, xenogenous, yield zealotry.
For Charlotte Puddifoot’s Sensual ABC Contest
September 25, 2015
How easy it is
To entice a poetess
To lead her to surrender
Step by word step
Deeper and deeper
Guiding her
To that place of readiness
Where he waits to possess her
Foreplay with no hands
No lips
No touch
And yet
Sensations more powerful
Lasting longer
Reaching deeper
Tasting sweeter…
Foreplay of words
That make her melt
That caress
And undress
That bewitch
And draw her
Gently surely
To the abandon of self
To his desires….
Unchaining her inhibitions
Freeing her soul
Surrender his goal
That will be complete
Word hands that tug and tease
The erogenous zones of her heart
A word tongue that glides
Over those secret places she hides
That slowly reveals
All that she is and dreams
The word harvester of her screams
The foreplay of words
That brings the fusion of two souls
Fantasies contained
No longer chained
Burst in an explosion of colors
Against the backdrop of her mind
Ecstasy
As each new display
Takes her breath away
Celebration of sensuality
Brought on by words
Intercourse of lives, minds, souls
Climax of being, feeling, meaning
The wet sensation of tears
Washed and clean
Relaxed and serene
She emanates light
Living in the perpetual afterglow
Of love's rhythm and flow
Brought on by the foreplay
Of his words....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
amative beckons caressing digits,
erogenous findings gallop hearts.
internal joys kindle lingering motions,
nourishing opulent pulses quake.
rising stem titillates urges,
vulva's wonderment.
xenogamy yearned zealousness
23/09/15.
Knew a young lady named Joan
Had a full body erogenous zone
Just shaking her hand
Blew her whistle and
Her face turned a deep crimson tone
Others have fallen,
publicly shame slain by the Me Too sword
Men of high society pedigree,
reduced to outcast leprosy members only
And the rave wave rage of women’s anger rises
against heifer treatment by male baboons,
perpetrated on them since the beginning of time
Now is a dangerous time for
testosterone predation
But, low priests of the phallic order
bless the foul practitioners of
lewd, misogynist behavior disorder
They serpent sway in hypnotic bliss
to the charmer’s sound ...
erogenous vibrations
sensually stimulate their injustice scales
They follow the Pied Piper blindly,
lemmings going over the cliff
But the cult idol is unmoved by their dying worship
The high priest of chaos theology
remains untouchable
His hands violate feminine flesh
with no repercussions
His hurtful words are
loathsome macho rat bait for feline debate —
that which he violates is that which he hates
Giving erect denials,
though taped confessions are heard,
he smiles with disdain ...
Untouchable is his favorite word
FBI ... fuggit ‘bout it
He wickedly wonders why everybody
is making a big deal out of it
Thinking of women as mere cattle,
who were made to sacrifice their bodies
for his ravenous carnal desires
A sperm wolf moving among the ova herd,
he howls with tweet glee ...
Untouchable is his favorite word
He boastfully mocks the fallen,
calling them men of weak pedigree
Mongrels of male impotency
Untouchable ... impervious to all
his mortal enemies
He believes his dog treatment of women,
gave him the canine path to a teflon presidency
I am feeling a little frisky my darling
Now are you in the mood for making love
Take me to bed my sweetheart
Heaven is lying in your arms
Ecstasy is sharing one sublime kiss
Moist rosebud heavy with dew
Orgasmic sighs of passions pleasures
Over and over our bodies rise and fall
Drowning in each other
Frilly lace underwear excites you
Orally exploring erogenous spheres of delight
Repetition of the positive Yes , Yes , Yes.
Loves juices flow like a gentle stream
Obliging each others every request
Volcanic eruption is nigh
Excitement at our passion rising
Arriving together at our destination
Gasps of ecstatic delight
Arching my body to draw you deeper
I match you thrust for thrust
Now can we do it again.
It was too late to enter the poem in the contest - but we had fun writing it!
30th May 2014
Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Next to each other on a fabric of satin-
I'm floating on air with the richness of sin
Grappling yarns with our version of Latin
Helps passion along, helping feelings within
Trying positions we thought were not done
Sensational moments, we're all having fun.
In line with our age does consent need to be,
Next door loving neighbour's, and being quite free.
When two hearts collide on a slippery slope
Heightening our scope with a see-through desire
It's moments like this when I want to elope
Tonight in the heat of the passion, with fire!
Erogenous fabric from satins soft soap.
Secluded are we in a bundle next door
Attracted by fruits, from orchards of others
Ti's morning, and now from a dream I'd adore
Is something to do with those ultra smooth covers
Next time for real, it's a place I'll explore.
I’m slowly dying ... being pillow buried alive,
and ain’t nobody’s pity coming
to prematurely save me
I fell into this death trap of my own crypt choosing,
when the creeping lust
of a sultry smile
enticed me so hypnotically
I shouldna went scuba diving for pearls only skin deep
Whispering desires wrapped around
my lascivious, madly buzzing mind ...
Entombing this naked truth —
I was in a web-caught moral decline
She passionately covered my fake naïveté
with a blanket of silky lies
My virgin pretenses got cocooned
by a sly black widow so fly
Oh, woe is butterfly me ...
so delusional, as not to see
what was happening
around the warm fireplace lit cozy
I was being pulse poisoned
by a scent pleasure sweat fantasy
Her lipstick negligee pleas
wanted my gentle, caressing touch of
bosom acquiescence
With empty resistence,
I yielded to the fatal kisses of death
Paralyzing inhalation of erogenous stimulation ...
she then sensuously took
whatever chaste dignity I had left
Her silhouette hungering ravished me,
as she feasted on my bio-cellular needs
Slowly draining every tear drip
of pulmonary sustenance,
she cradled me in a dying ember embrace
Whispering low, vow falsities blown so sweetly;
allaying these lullaby fears ...
putting my vulnerable doubts to climatic sleep
She said she would nuptial lie
in a cold dirt bed for me
But I’m the ungroomed bridesmaid
folding the coffin sheets
The woman of my demise
said forever
she would always love me
As her softly woven blanket of ecstasy lies
slowly suffocated
my willingness to breathe