Best Foreplay Poems

Yer briny whore
akin to boar
wit' mangy hide 'n scurvy-pocked
chomped 'n chewed
me black 'n blue
wit' carnassial chompers as of croc

Be curs'd, yer nit  
me ample bits
equated ter yer own be nowt 
yerz be carnivorous  
scaly 'n scabrous
yer plaque be axed ter beef up grout

Uncomely...

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Foreplay
melodic love
her bangles' symphony
sleepless night's moonlight sonata
prelude


© 2011 kashinath karmakar
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Placement:3rd; (September 2011)

By:kashinath karmakar

Contest:Melody of Cinquain

Sponsor:Nette Onclaud...

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I learned to golf the following way;
That after each stroke you shout, ‘foreplay!’
Then when you get up
You shoot for the cup,
And if asked give an instant replay.


For Craig's Golf Limerick contest...

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A whisper, is my lover's breath.
Molten silk I can't ignore, 
steals soft along my waiting flesh.
Sets flame to a need for more.

A whisper, from my lover's lips.
a tease of passion promise.
Angelic prose it does eclipse.
To all else, oblivious.

A whisper, comes my lover's touch,
stolen and so...

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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...

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First seductive moves and intimate touches
Of bodily drive so hot and sensual, starting with no
Rush or haste, just slower, slower and slow, then
Engine gets heated up, everywhere becomes charged
Points to specifically visit cannot be by passed
Licks, sucks and massages in steady speed
Acceleration kicks, desires burn...

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Even if we will never touch 
Or see the other one just as much,
Our conversations still takes a tone,
Between the whispers and after moans...
As soothing treble become the bass,
On such a level your voice escapes,
Replacing touches you used to feel,
With words in such a way...

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“A lonely Foreplay”

Sliding a glass of wine on my lips, thirst I cling,
The warm sheets wrap me wandering,
My skin of pearly porcelain,
Longing to be mold, unfold, be hold.
I was left waiting for some rage, profound 
Intoxicating, seductively calling your name.
My night became a riddle from...

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In joy I unknot the slip
As it slides down
The silk softness in her frowned
Anticipation! 

Crumbling to lewd gestures 
I falter in lust 
To unbecoming finesse
Within coaxed passion;

Plunged and enticed with the thrills
In liquid unction
Yields, bow beaten with acquiesce
Delighted ecstasy; 

Let me burn with moist desire
To...

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she leaves her sonsy
at home
stripping mind down
to bare essentials:
dangling dendrites

ice breaks pure
untainted by carnal warming;
it’s a gray revolution and
telekinetic foreplay’s the rage

our tongues untie
in didactic spurts;
lips engage,
words fly like scarlet tanagers
cued to celestial magnets

she leads,
I follow;
together we migrate
to higher ground
beyond the snare
of flesh-baited tackles

dulcet is...

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the road went blind
two blind couples on
each other finding out 
how pleasure tastes
they went in & out of
each other selfishly
their bodies groaned 
their skins welcomed
their craveness for more 
love and lust listened
****** paid a visit
and again, they went on
Fingering the eyes of the
day into the...

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Neophyte foreplay
Back seat chess moves compromise
pawn takes Queen: mateCheck...

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With every new day, love finds a way
Molding it from the beginning like a colorful bouquet
Both of us willing to do the work that builds a pathway
To that special place where love lives on display
Giving it to God when we bow our heads to pray
Taking...

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Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch

That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...

Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...

Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high...

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When time is surreal 
Everything around you 
Spinning like a windmill 
As we brake the seal 
Knowing what is the best deal
Wheeling our way through this day

Feels like our life is on a pathway
To Replay what we know lives in our hearts
Everything so smooth from...

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