Best Lascivious Poems
O, take me there, where mystical realms of starlight glisten
Pearlescent tapestries, indulgent in ethereal aura of Venus,
Emboldening me in celestial embrace, swept in your love,
As you ignite embers of passion, setting afire ardent souls;
When elatedly I speak, to quest amorous, of flirtatious eyes,
Greeting your smile, charmed in radiance of moonlit skies,
Humming rhythms esoteric, not heard, in quite some time,
Laudatory of fervid senses, blooming in tempest of desires.
There, as you recite preamble to our life, extolling paradise,
Together we rejoice, purity of joy, in blessings of Aphrodite,
Longing heavenly garden of Eden, themes amatory entice,
Scripting blissful allegory of love, verses enamored write.
Listen my dear, as love strums music, lauding a sacred bond~
O, sweet melodies, emanating from depths of our hearts,
Echoing memories of yesteryears, fondly treasured for long,
Tolling hymns affectionate, revered in life’s beloved song.
Thrum now dear, tunes intimate, hearts and minds surmise,
Exploring Milky Way, amidst purple dream-scapes of nebulae;
Take me to mythical gift of life, lascivious in moon’s delight,
O, take me to Xanadu, where love is the life’s ultimate prize.
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
continued.......
In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is left naked and bare.
Meeting his eyes in a longing appreciative stare.
In his bed he falls swiftly into her welcoming arms.
With a fiery passionate kiss he surrenders to her womanly charms.
She hungers for him like she has for no other.
Just being with him sends her into a delicious shudder.
In his bed she helps him out of his clothes as quickly as she can.
Wanting to feel his skin touching hers yet once again.
She marvels at his physique, he is a feast for her eyes.
She can never get enough of him no matter how much she tries.
In his bed she gives his nipple a lick, then a gentle bite.
Her hand grasps his hardness, they both are filled with delight.
She lowers herself and teases him deliberately with her tongue.
The music that they make together has only just wondrously begun.
In his bed he pulls her gently away, for he is on the verge.
He does not want any waiting time before they finally merge.
His eyes light up as they take in each and every curve.
A giggle escapes her lips as she sweetly whispers....."self serve!"
In his bed he is overcome with hunger, his eyes fill with lust.
His lips trail kisses down her arms before they settle on her bust.
Up and down each leg, not a spot he wants to miss.
He feels her body twitch and tremble from each perfectly placed kiss.
In his bed she feels his tongue lascivious lick her inner thigh.
She marvels at his patience, he is unlike any other guy.
She lets out a gasp as he zooms in on the right spot.
He deftly uses his tongue and lips, shy he is not.
In his bed he hears her breath quicken and feels her body shake.
If this is a dream, then he hopes he'll never wake.
He covers her body with his and miraculously they become one.
The pleasure so immense and they only just begun.
Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still, nor think
Thoughts escape me and I - I - I - ohhhhhhhh
Ohhh Rapid touch
Torment me till I am begging
No, no, no more I can not take it
I shake my head in mock protest
Unable to contain, control -
I have no control and ohhh
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes
yesyesyesyes oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Toes curl and eyes squeeze shut
Tingling body my face is flushed
My head dizzy and I am ohhhhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I am high
Inibreiated on your touch
And ohhhhh, ohhhhh you have not yet
Even entered my warmth with your
Ohhhhhh, your touch drives me to the edge
The edge of sanity,
Shattering the world into a jaged blade
And I forget whatever words I am about to say
Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh, ohhhh I am blabbering
I am ebullient, I am oohhhhhhhh - overflowing
Quickly you slide between spread thighs
Slick and wet with sweet ambrosia
Hard your pelvic hits mine and it is ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhh I am losing my mind
Rapidly I am approaching - approaching - aahhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God yes, God,
Head thrown back, nails pulling your hot skin closer to mine
You ravage my body over and over
Waves flooding my senses - so overwhelming
You pound into me faster and faster
Till it is impossible to tell where one ****** begins and another ends
Ohhhhhhhh, my brain is numb with hot sexual desire
My lips are wide with laughter, sweet bubbily giggling,
Bottomless, Abyssal moans - voluptuous and husky
The squeak of lascivious screams piercing the night
I think, therefore I am,
And of what I think
Becomes me out of thought,
Momentarily, memories make
More mad moments of me,
Be it reality of fantasy?
Physical or Metaphysical?
My paradox is my persona
Brain fires random impulses
From dead end to dead end,
Unless thought becomes abnormal,
There alone lies the hidden bridge,
Succumb to human limitations
Yet accept thought as immortal,
A constantly pondering organ
Ensuring unfinished business
Thus, ensuring eternal life
Through verse and voice,
lascivious pursuit of knowledge,
And expeditious conversations,
Decreasing the prudent choices,
Increasing importance of mankind,
Show my brother to know myself,
Teach I, personal and universal
Haunting descendants of yesterday
With chains formed out of intellect,
Linking type writers and computers,
segregated and integrated minds,
and radio to television, all is all,
One is all, all is one, we are all one,
Thus ancestors never die
Nor do children grow old
Pictures become mirrors,
mirrors become gateways,
and gateways become infinite,
Appearing in places of proximity
to those in need of certain lessons,
As they share the experience,
Creating the desired domino effect
amongst both old and young
Groans of disappointment echo
for those who fail to evolve
and those with no desire to do so,
Harrowing screams of spirits
who embrace the role of educators,
Wounded souls they soon become
as civilization slowly falls to failure
by ignoring text, dreams, and elders
Still, new souls are born
as the dying discover the lesson,
Becoming burdened by brilliance,
Brilliance that was never shared,
Yet the lesson must be learned
by the living loved ones,
As I listen for the first time,
Understanding noise of the night
The spirits speak slowly,
The world willingly whispers,
I am you, you are me,
We are I and I am we,
Repeating the words nightly,
Among other lessons of life,
Thinking of them, as we live,
We can say, they are us,
And for a moment, I am ghost.
Broken dreams and shattered wishes,
Souls torn my hearts in stitches.
This girl was so suspicious,
So vile and oh so wicked,
Her words were sharp and vicious,
Like knife thrusts so malicious.
Looking for signs I’m superstitious,
And oblivious to the fictitious.
Green eyes are so lascivious,
Deep stares cast spells like witches.
I absorb it I never dish it,
You’re gone, you left, we're finished.
Why should I be as one to veileth
herself, asking God, why thy Lilith?
You who made me of filth and impure sediment
Unlike the first man, made of dust or earth
What cause am I to deserve bedevilment?
Beneath him I am bitter like the root of myrrh
Snake charmer with cymbals
capture's men devout to her
Spell binding for the lout
A silky veil of crimson
drapes her luminous skin
Like the blood seen
from many a slayed men
Zills made of human bones
Imprinted are erotic symbols
Shrouded are her features
Lacen'd silk brush velvet lips
Intensity blazes as
sparkling ebony eyes appear
Raven hair flows wild
like glossy black feathers,
Bare feet buried in nights cool sand,
Swaying hips from side to side
Alluring goddess, she ascends to the sky
Her wings fan the flames
traversing through ancient Syria
Her equality shall be her alibi
Lusty lascivious lovers!
Sons of fathers, the unbaptized
doomed to the fiery hells
There in languid desire she dwells
Why should I be as one to veileth herself?
I am the first feminist
Likened to the glow of the moon
Lilith Luna, she roams
Any time anywhere and very soon
Director of destructive electric storms
To all who shall not escape the flames of fire
Her wistful wings fan the flames
My spirit shall be lifted nevermore only to enquire
Why I should be the one to veileth
herself, for I am Lilith
First woman on Earth
I fear for the future of many young and innocent.
The unfortunate ones whose childhood was spent
without responsible parents who couldn't care less.
Abandoned or runaways, alone and in dire distress
of what to do. To survive they turn to a life of sin...
thinking it's better than the home they were living in.
On their own, using the only thing they have to barter,
one prostitutes her body like a lamb to the slaughter.
It's an old story about some who had a lousy childhood,
parents who didn't care or who never understood
that a child needs love to give them a sense of worth.
Many were given away within days of their birth.
Others, fleeing a home in which they'd been abused
is a common reason teenagers often become confused.
And another innocent baby bird, from the nest has flown
walking the streets, lost and left to make it on her own.
Lips painted scarlet red... in a hooker's shoes she walks,
lamb to the slaughter while the lascivious wolf stalks.
Little Girl Lost, whose flesh was once as white as snow,
allows herself to be used by Tom, Dick, John and Joe.
Langston Hughes has labeled her, "...a withered flower
on a broken stem." * Stilettoes pacing hour after hour,
just so she can eat. A lamb to quench a predator's thirst,
she's among the flock on the corner of Gutter and 21st.
*'Young Prostitute' by Langston Hughes
Recumbent, crippled: a conscious corpse
Life calling for me to follow
Mentality, it warps
Why does my skull feel hollow?
As I wait for the shadows to fall down, to swallow
Emotions exhaust; they yawn, they sleep
I wonder why I'm awake
Why aren't I comatose counting sheep?
Or swimming in some chocolate lake?
What must I do- for God sake?
The black weighs heavy; unyielding, dense
Two jigsaw pieces left fitting
Hair strands react to such alien sixth sense
Perpendicular; lascivious in their sitting
Buried skin is forsaken; solitary, unwitting
Ladders of monotony, the itch to climb
But I'm yet to grapple a rung
Whispers of breathing chant and chime
Whistling from each glass lung
Will my reality sing unsung?
The dark devours me; surreptitious, slow
My body of waning evanescence
When will this serotonin begin to flow?
My prison of subtle quiescence
Paralysed by every cell of my essence
Like Mephistopheles, only I serve a devil within
Post mortem, my thoughts painstakingly dissected
Wounds of the past are tough like pigskin
Restrained to relive still affected
I wonder if they could be ejected
As the darkness lifts no weight has shifted
The day pours into the night
It's not as though I am God gifted
As I am still one with such bastard blight
How am I supposed to stand up and fight...?
Recumbent, can't move: a conscious corpse
Life now screaming for me to follow
Mentality; it warps
Why does my skull still feel hollow?
As I will for the shadows to fall down, to swallow
Quiet! Quiet!
No distraction or reaction
to the situation
of creation
unfolding syncopation ...
a blues distillation.
As the sax-o-phone
does groan into a tirade
the parade of ticks and tocks
licks and knocks
reverberate from the drummer,
bass strummer and pi-an-o
to congeal into real
high fueled blues.
Up and down the scales
the moan wails
a lascivious groan
lusty riffs thrown
by metal and ivory
into the ether to
sway with a sashay
under a blue moon.
The time has come your passing has happened
Your desire to live was never dampened
The great Scottish debate for you to stay or go
I screamed yes, but the haggis of your heart said no
The split of our nation represents the split in my heart
But now the time has come and we must part
Much like our dreams of reaching the sixth form debate final
“Page 32” you crowbarred into conversation
infuriating Ash to the point of self-immolation
your self important boasts of superior knowledge
turned my my weakened soul into watery porridge
You were not a stereotype, despite what many said
Unlike most Scots, you ate more than simply fried bread
Your challenge with crackers so lascivious that I lost my thread
And since then I yearned for a way to do more than simple observe your bed
But your aggression was endearing, cutting and clear
Tearing opponents to shreds, speaking to all that will hear
But I was behind a glass wall, simply shedding a tear
As a limp invitation to a party was the closest I could near
I sit here now and remember our lark
Our time together, characterized by a battle with a shark
The verbal brutality was shocking that situation was stark
But your retorts were quick witted, but often loaded with snark
This took so long to write as my heart still bares scars
An open mouth like yours could give hour long seminars
Yet you still saved me from being bundled into one of Bennet’s cars
Yet I must hope that we meet again, underneath heaven’s stars
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 13
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’
Peacocks began to show their colors,
In their lascivious dance of passion,
And Cuckoo’s song began to resound,
Creating disturbance in Shiva’s penance.
Rati his wife of unique beauty, too,
Began her wonderful dance and song,
In tune, with the spring in full bloom,
Disturbing Shanker* in deep meditation.
Under the grab of such flowing charms,
Cupid began to hypnotize the Yogi*,
The cover was of the bewitching charms,
To Break his penance in command.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th May 2012
To continue…
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
Clarifications:
Rati* - Madan or Cupid’s wife as per Indian mythology.
Shanker*- Lord Shiva is also known as Shanker. There are many
Other names of Shiva
Yogi*- used for Shiva or Shanker.
The lament of an evil man on the eve of death:
“It is twilight in paradise
And the end of my idle life
Of lavish pleasure is nigh.
My dreams benighted,
Crumbling before my eyes,
I sorely regret frittering away
Those calm prosperous days
Of youth, wealth and peace
On plunder and wicked deeds,
Wrathful violence and conspiracies,
On fraud, libel and charlatanry,
And slender courtesans who steal
Lascivious glances and feelings.
Now I stand before the abyss,
Old, withered and ready to slip
From my blissful mortal coil,
And into the infernal boiling oil.
Alas! I now rue my failure to do
Even a single upright deed!”
Poem released into Public Domain
First published on my blog (with image):
https://purelandsutras.wordpress.com/2016/10/17/memento-mori-twilight-in-paradise/
From out the swirling surf
he plucked a maiden fair, and in distress,
whose innocence intrigued him so
that he could not confess in speech,
articulate her loveliness.
He took her to his breast and blessed her,
held her close, and quieted her fears;
it was as if she knew him well,
such recognition in her eyes,
as joy and peace didst dry away her tears.
They joined in union, enjoyed
the purest of all sacraments,
unsullied by lascivious display.
They blended, as a tree blends with the sky,
a fusion of the elements.
He was Poseidon, she a wayward naiad,
protected by his gentle touch,
a helpless waif in need of solace,
he the providence that calmed her,
proffered bliss she craved so much.
They were lovers found in time,
wanderers who claimed a home,
dreamers courting paradise,
bound together now as one
and sanctified, no more to roam.
“Violets are Blue”
In this new space
you came in fast
like a meteor
I hesitate to say
you were smooth
in this new space
no one can hear
the sound bite,
but they
see the thoughts
of you
behind the windows
of their craft
helpless of this
new lifeform
this evolving state
of undress
addressing the
lack of hesitation
such a masterful
command in control
of a new language
sans speaking
sans ray bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens creation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
the star ship voyager voyeur
come in out of the cold
from the big blue
like a sky god
you smile,
you think, danger
danger will robinson,
cheese, is only
for the Moon,
but missing gravity
lost in space
is enough to make,
an ancient
astronaut
swoon
you’re way past
Major Tom
and ground control;
the court's yours
you think, a
slam dunk sink
incorrigible
spirit so blithe
piloting this new space
The Watchers
besides themselves
who's steering
the ship? now?
at the windows
hard pressed
observing new hues
absent crew
confederate ghosts
burning up a storm
in the cosmic mist
such lascivious lifeforms
sans sans
sans Ray Bans
a new ecstatic view
a Barlow Lens
situation
it outshines
the notion
of violets are blue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)