Best Erotically Poems
*Secreto de Medianoche*
~On this very Night~
I found myself in a
FANTASY
Camouflage in lace,
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air - Arouse
every sexual intention inside
Without a care,
I'm lost in the moment,
Every feeling at this point,
feels erotically insane,
In a seductive way--
the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight - into the night.
(Like the wind)
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight
Circles in motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch myself gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
Embracing the Secrets Inside
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips -
Satisfaction complete!
Back into the realm of dreams.
~Tonight~
:)
When the sun kisses each drop of rain,
spirited colors warm the heart...
like a wind wisped feather,
landing lightly on the soul.
Romance calls,
from a fresh faint whisper
mingled cleverly among the fallen.
A daydream smiles,
in a seductive voice.
Conjured memories evolve,
from indifference to fact,
plunging deep into fantasy,
erotically eager,
intoxicatingly anxious.
All is euphorically joyful.
05/16/2021<>
Dance of the Firebird
Rosita, sultry enchantress,
dazzling Andalusian firebird,
erotically she twirls, proud
like a phoenix flashing across the sky.
Flared ruffled skirt swirls,
in hues of red, orange, and gold,
like a sunset in the throes of Autumn.
Her olive skin glistens with sweat,
as she chases away her demons with
handclapping and a pair of castanets.
Beautiful dancer lost in her dreams,
she’s an exotic flamenco queen.
With campfires reflected on her face,
finger snapping, her tempo heats up,
and she’s afire with passion and grace.
In an essence of exuberance,
she’s possessed in a trance,
swaying like a summer breeze.
She undulates hypnotically like a cobra
seducing its unsuspecting prey.
In a stream of her own thoughts,
a gypsy in love with the dance.
Crushing red rose petals she stamps her feet,
to the guitars’ entrancing beat.
Her sinuous body pulsates sensuously
to the music as she dances unabashedly.
But she’s untouchable as the fire god she serves,
baring her soul to none,
for her heart belongs to the dance.
09-23-2017
Contest: Poems that Paint a Picture - 3
Sponsor: Silent One
Placement: 1st
Do people think you are sleazy and bad,
since the day you replied to that want ad?
The words were in black and white, and plain.
“No Experience Necessary, We Train”.
This job is not what most women would like to get,
However, it pays the bills and keeps you out of debt.
You live in a nice house, and drive a Corvette.
Of all the occupations anyone can seek,
there are not too many paying two grand a week.
They hired you for what came naturally.
Men easily discover your great beauty.
You have the looks of a centerfold in a magazine.
Your dancing in the club makes quite a scene.
A fight with your old man made him pack and go away.
He left you and your child unexpectedly one day.
You were desperate and needed a job right away.
It seems nobody was impressed with your resume.
Other employers apparently could not be convinced.
So many places only wanted experienced.
When you are dancing in the club each night,
men from all over think you are a delight.
Scantily clad, you erotically tease.
This is how you gather your gratuities.
Some men get obnoxious, and a bit out of hand.
Enforcers appear to take a stand.
A small team of bouncers comes out to greet.
The mashers land in the middle of the street.
Never mind what people think is wrong or right.
Many men like me will be seeing you tonight.
morality sits
on the nose of this
bitter young man
erotically
impulsively
hands of intrigue
dial his extension
that call, that lure
from a feral hunter
to a wounded prey
soliciting capture
as I reach
for the ignoble
the knees, the elbows
the betwixt, the between
a door
to an orifice opens
revealing
our imminent doom
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
A serene succumbing through windows pane
In morning solitudes of the secreting scarlet sun
Where love penetrates partitions of the past
Riding on the refulgent rays of luculent light
~~~
Orbs of passion permeate the twilight realm
As they tease & scintillate the nocturnal night
Lustrous luminants that toy with our lament
In the end, giving in to our deserving desire
~~~
Love, what have thou brought me…unaware?
For I am a slave to your thespian thoughts
A mere mortal capable of salving seductive sin
The carnivorous consciousness encroaches still
~~~
Within paleolithic promiscuous planes of plight
A vixen Vesuvius volcano erotically erupts
I am engulfed by the luscious lingering lava
Now petrified, entombed by love’s Majesty.
Feb.01.2019
"Something Bigger Than Myself"
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
A chance meeting; circumstances improbable,
leading to something beyond all imagination.
From the first sight I knew deep within my soul,
that she would be mine.
Her dark chocolate hair and infinite, soulful eyes;
black circles that could swallow a universe.
Her smile, scared of what may be yet welcoming with desire.
We kissed almost immediately, drawn together by forces unseen,
deep and intimate, exploring one another erotically.
The lightest touch sending fire through my very being.
The connection was indisputable;
our lives intertwined in moments,
stars aligned to create an inseparable union;
man and woman, Dominant and submissive.
Hardly any time passes before our bodies again touch,
in a way most intimate.
I inside her.
Over time our bond builds,
grows, strengthens and encompasses us fully.
Lust becomes desire, want becomes need;
like becomes love.
Forever connected as nature is to man
we shall now and always be.
I am her Master.
She is my submissive.
And together we are free.
Warren Dec. 2014
As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist
I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.
You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.
But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.
As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.
So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow
One hole to be ventured in farther
As you led there erotically
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely
I couldn’t take my eyes away
So I didn’t see
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career
Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start
To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat
I wish I had been able to say
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive
Your hair was golden in the glow
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp
And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort
But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair
My heart is soaked in liquid salt
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby
Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry
Although we never met
My heart is on fire with blazing passion for you
'cause you torched my heart with flames of your love.
The spark in your eyes with flickering light full of love
winking me, fueling my burning desires for you.
My body is scorched by sizzling crave for you
while you hold me in your arms with hot embracing love.
My heart is on fire with blazing passion for you
'cause you torched my heart with flames of your love.
My mind is dazzled by flaring fantasies about you
as you kiss me and singe my lips with your searing love.
The flash in your smile with melting joy full of love
luring me erotically; erupting my love like wildfire for you.
My heart is on fire with blazing passion for you
'cause you torched my heart with flames of your love.
Date : 10/02/2016
Note : For the Movie Mania - Romance Poetry Contest by Nicola Byrne.
*Placed Third*
This poem is inspired by the novel and movie Fifty Shades of Grey.
This poem is a French form 'Rondel Supreme' consisting of 14 isosyllabic lines
Rhyme scheme : ABba abAB abbaAB. The capital letters are the
refrains, or repeated lines.
There isn't an option of this particular form in this site,
which is why I had to place it under rhyme form.
Holding hands
Eyes locked in gaze
There a flare.
Hearts in flamed much engaged.
We're in love with lust.
We sat glazed in extreme love
A salacious passionate pair, we were
SATURATED with love of lust.
Never bashful, an EMBRACE OF
DARING DESIRE.
A DEFINATE LUSTFUL APPETITE
We held one another.
A powerful PROFOUND POSITIVE
POTENCY, A LIVING poetry we
Can see.
We have TESTED ALL actions to
Ensure the LONGEVITY OF OUR
Love for lust.
HEARTS AFIRE.
LOVING THE LUST IN LIVES WE'VE LIVED.
THIS ETERNAL LOVE GLAZED BLINDINGLY
YOU see, we breathe ECSTASY.
WE bleed arousingly eternal erotically
Exotic.
A deliberate, DANGEROUS DEDICATION,
A DECISIVENESS. A DELICATE DELICIOUS
LIPS ON LIPS.
What KISS IS THIS?!
Surely a once in a life time heated desire
We will never RELINQUISH this. It is
No anatomical accident. Lust energy
Exquisite OVERWHELMING. We will for
Life times be immortalized in this SWEET
Agony of a lovers EMBRACE
Notice the fire in him. Nothing can change
This. Heat rising
Perspire
Desire
The fire
Stoking the flames of pleasure.
There, she says.
We have succeeded, he says.
With LOVE OF LUST EVERLASTING
They say.
A declaration of DEVOTED DEDICATION
WE SHARE.
If we should one day set this passion
Free there exist no other love for
You and me.
No other as this on a MONDAY MUNDANE
MOURNING, DAMP WITH rains of
Delicate DESIRE.
A life of love. A loving life of lust
An equation of LITERAL EXHAUSTION.
A FRANTIC FANATICAL. FANTASTIC
FORMULAR proves us ALIVE!
WITH EQUATIONAL ELATION
Anxiety eats away inside
wars and suffering never subside
there, comfort as I gaze up
flood nor fire steal your tranquility
clouds erotically dress you
bountiful are the dreams resting here
Vast is the distance of knowledge
why oh moon, I sometimes ask
does sword and shield not lie down
inevitable death, visits too soon
Dear moon, you have inspired many
A samurai of peace
Very soon
shall we send to you
wrapped in a canvas of desire
seekers all
when they returns to be among us
visions plenty shall paint and sing
let peace begin her waltz
Samurai wishes only to sleep
Sitting at glen’s edge,
pining the loss of summer
and idyllic rendezvous -
the noticeable disappearance
of luscious granny smiths
we cut in halves
and passionately rubbed
between a quartet
of burning thighs
to chill the desire -
after the writhing ceased.
Perhaps we spoke in similes,
debating the darker part of dawn -
the soft, highlighted slices
of your auburn hair
reflecting the sun's
secret midday voyeurism -
wispy strands of woven silk
complimenting the texture
and hue of imported burgundy wines
erotically sipped,
tasted
and unintentionally
spilled?
Or maybe,
we didn’t speak at all -
perhaps our mouths
were silently engaged in activities
devoid of eating and speaking -
and the perspiration exchanged
was more essential than
simplistic bands
of knuckled gold;
wet and wanting
an invitation
to the honey-scented
catacombs of a private
teardrop.
The summer when
two ambitious hearts beat loudly
and became whole;
we coupled and silently
brushed our eyelashes against
a lost era.
A time when innocence
was a forgotten commodity -
and sincere happenstance
could not define the validity
of unconditional love;
whereas our
sodden lips remembered
and conditionally
did.
Dedicated to and written
for my sweetheart -Margaret.
To kiss your lips and dine upon your fleshy breasts, let me dance to the rhythmic beats of your hips and be covered by your sexy motion of your admirable curves which send signals to my nerves.
Let me be mesmerize by your dreamy seductive eyes and while i surrender to your passion i ask you 'why' give to me your tender love more reason to live than to die.
I want to get entangle into your long flowing hair and be tied up by every knot while you administer your gentle care, love me full circle and i will live without insecurity nor fear; take me and wherever you are i will always be there.
Oh my sweetest temptation you arouse my desirous intention and travel deeply within my sensual imagination. I am now craving for your affection because you become my lovable addiction and i want to feel the effect from your sweet sensation.
Tempt me and invite me inside your well kept place of glory and let me creatively make certain that you are satisfied sexually sensually. Breathe upon me your infectious breath of incurable love infection and each night i go to bed with you and wake with you each morning with kisses my darling.
Oh yes my dearest temptation give me access and receive from me the best, follow me ecstatically and enjoy pleasure with me erotically. Dive deep under in love with me and with the bearing of fresh fruits emerge with me.
When today is past and tomorrow is come, give me you and i will give you me; show me your rich substance and i will offer no resistance to your luscious temptation. I will travel with you to be because your sumptuous temptation will guide me and your love, passion and desire will keep me within your wonderful place of glory.
Hello folks, I am your loyal fork - but had to laugh
At a comment below' hard to find a loyal one nowadays',
Fish knives are smelly,
Many centuries ago, designed for the sharp edge,
To be away from your face,
So that your nose did not have to brace
Itself, and your mouth was prepared to swallow,
This unsavory taste,
And therefore there was no waste,
No fridges or coolers in those days,
Had to eat what was served, spices and herbs
helped in many ways!
The soup spoon, seems somewhat tubby,
And looks a little, as did mummy,
But ouch, she wouldn’t like that,
She was only just a little bit fat!
But you, the steak knife, who do most of the work,
As you cut through rump, sirloin, pork or fillet,
Your duties like a military man, you never do shirk,
You master all foods proudly, we, the rest of
The cutlery in the drawer salute you,
Deserving of your Officer’s rank,
And we always rally to your defense, and flank
Each side of the dinner plate,
In every continent, country or state.
But who is the flirty one in the cutlery drawer
Why, the dessert spoon of course,
Used puuuurfectly seductively,
To scoop up deserts,
I, says the dessert spoon, make men drool,
As I lift my self erotically, to my mistress’s mouth,
Leaving some ice cream on me, which
She licks with her tongue, I assist her mischievous
Acts of eating with me,
As I enjoy the electric sensual romantic mood,
I’m no bodies fool!
Hey what about me, said the butter knife, as I slip
And slide through butter, and spread this indulgence
With lots of calories and love on your bread,
And of course dear little tea spoon,
Who stirs sugar and milk in your coffee or tea,
Don’t forget me!
So this dilemma as to who is the most
Important in the cutlery drawer,
Is easily solved
All eating utensils are equally involved.