Best Love Lust Poems


Premium Member A Tale of Fire and Ice

Part I: Ice

He shines like silver midnight moon -
cool marble statue, this tycoon.
And though he makes the ladies swoon,
of ice he’s hewn; of ice he’s hewn.

He’s poker-faced and can deceive
competitors and can achieve
most anything, but can’t conceive
of Genevieve, of Genevieve.

Like Neptune, distant from the sun -
relationships he chose to shun.
He thought the search for love was done.
He has no one; he has no one.

Now love’s allure has come his way.
What will he do? What will he say?
Will he grab hold, beg love to stay,
or let it stray? Or let it stray?

Part II: Fire

This dragoness disguised in lace -
passion’s flower with angel’s face,
precisely picks the time and place
each dream to chase, each dream to chase.

Like ink the color red, she stains
the hearts of those whose love she drains,
and then she leaves when naught remains
No lust she feigns; no lust she feigns.

And now there’s one who would suffice.
For him alone, she’d sacrifice
her everything, so he of ice
she must entice, she must entice.

So Genevieve now strikes the flame.
Will man of ice his love proclaim?
Beneath her fire and his cold frame,
they’re both the same. They’re both the same.

Poetry Soap

It’s almost time and I must run
to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun.
It comes on every day at this time
and I don’t want to miss a single rhyme.
Some are about a long-lost lover
written by a secret poet undercover.
Some are about jealousy and some about trust
with rhyming lines filled with lust.
Competition is part of their game
with bards and musicians hiding their name.
They covet a prize and praise galore
laid at their feet and virtual door.
But when Poet A falls in love with Poet B
you can bet there’ll be flaming words from Poet C.
Or when Poet D gets Poem of the Day
Poet E will have something to say.
Sometimes it’s fun to read the rhymes of hate
whenever I can’t sleep and stay up late.
Battles of wits,
Poets who have fits,
Some who sing,
Some who sting.
Magical flights to lands of old
written with passion and pens of gold.
But it’s the humble ones I adore
whose words are pure, their egos left at the door.
Each episode an unending story 
with poets and their pets seeking glory.
It’s addicting like dope.
I don’t want to miss today’s episode of Poetry Soap.

By:  Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright:  9/26/2017
“All Rights Reserved”

Premium Member Bastard

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white,   deep shallow wells,   -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin,  an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty,   running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pound from shame 
What is his sin,  -he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come into my light, like a good man

I sing and tell a tale, "A Bastard through the night"
His eyes I wage a thousand times,  young and poor, I felt saved
Lying down in the arms of my white knight
My hair perfectly caressed,   he came to my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover,  he did it well,   then went back to his wife
A moment of gold,  the ages live,   his son is born
   "He Was Beautiful!"

Another Bastard brought into this world


Premium Member The Sea of Love

Sea of Love

The ebb and flow that comes and goes
      with ocean’s deep emotion shows
   that hearts, like knaves, become her slaves
         beneath the undulating waves.

Excitement grows as hearts expose
      amid the tempting tide’s repose;
   surf’s breaking roar laps on their shore;
         hearts enter through her luring door.

The ocean knows, as passion grows,
      the secrets that they don’t disclose;
   these hearts on fire with wild desire,
         waves pounding as their needs require.

The ebb and flow still comes and goes
      while sea of love, these hearts, depose,
   and lust’s decree will always be 
         a product of this stormy sea.


November 7, 2019

Aphrodite of the Morning Sun

Your honey drips in baths of blue,
with seductive scapes set to woo,
Arousing aroma stimuli arise anew,
A vixen voluptuous Venus to subdue…

Mane of a lioness suave and soft,
provocative perspiration sent aloft…
With erotic eyes that capture oft,
sensuous seclusions within her loft…

With lips that taste like wicked wine,
quixotic quenching of the venom vine…
Bodacious breasts in their combine,
permeable performance will entwine…

The Orbs of passion ambiently attend,
risqué rituals of a burning biting blend...
Carnal kisses upon a salacious suspend,
gravitational goosebumps will ascend.





Nov.09.2019
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Premium Member Thirsty Love

As a young boy
    I watch with interest the small man
   Wolf Hunter - a wise father of the hunt


He begins an old ritual
   coating his knife blade 
   rich animal blood and tallow fat
   freeze

Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer
   freeze 
   and another – freeze

A frozen tallow-blood knife

Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf
    fixes his knife in ground
    blade up  
    prays and leaves . . .



Grey wolf sniffs air and begins to run
    blood is on the wind  
    he licks, tasting the delicious blood-tallow

He howls into the night and licks faster
   a blood lust building 
   lapping the blade until the sharp edge bites 

Feverishly now, faster and harder 
   Grey wolf licks the blade in the arctic night
   great is his craving for blood

The insatiable blood-thirst 
    now being satisfied by his own warm blood 
    the naked blade biting his tongue
    his carnivorous appetite devouring 




In the pale morning light
    Wolf Hunter finds Grey Wolf
    dead in the snow
    stooping down he picks up his knife

 I stand . . . frozen  – sicken by the sight
    Wolf Hunter looking at me says
    . . .  to be consumed by your own desire
                    is a dangerous and deadly foe 




Years later
    staring at the bottle
    hands shaking -- eyes filled with lust
    a vison: a grey wolf consumed . . . dead
    the howl of the wolf-wind beseeching 

To be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe


                          \_____/>
                          /\      /\









David Meade
12-12-2014

Live Generously


Premium Member The Blaze of Autumn

The Blaze of Autumn.
.
She stood there like womanly Venus
Among the mild autumns
Blaze of rustic blaze of copper and hues of gold
Shards of filtered sunlight 
Shone upon her soft textured silken tresses
And with beguiling eyes so full of beauty and wonder
Filling my heart with warm rapture and sweet delight
.
The whole world suddenly disappeared around me
Transfixed I watched the diamond stars
Twinkle in her smiling shining eyes
And as I melted like ice
I felt butterflies flutter inside
.
My thirst for her sumptuous lips was such
And my loving fingers 
Yearned to softly touch
The warmest blissful breeze
Swept through my soul
As at last she gave herself for me to hold
,
Hungered sugar kisses
Turned into a feast of frenzy
Becoming intoxicated
By loves addictive heady wine
With shallow rapid breath and urgency
As we kissed the hours goodbye
Losing all sense of thought and time
.
Suddenly the sun shone brighter
As the pretty flower bloomed
The bee did linger
Morning dew bathed  the garden
As shooting stars flew across the moon
Two kindred hearts aflame
Upon their honeymoon.
,

Peter Dome©2020.
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Premium Member The Silence of My Lust

There was sweat on my brow, 
beads of them as I approached her. 

I was a young man, still green. 

She was a mature woman 
like the long blades grow free 
in the lush of nature. 

My hand in hers 
she took me 
into her warmth.

Nervous, shy 
you could hear 
grass grow 

in the quiet 
of my fear 

in the silence 
of my lust. 

I knew nothing.

As we rolled in the dew of sex 
as I fumbled and groped, 
I 
in some instinctive wisdom 
entrusted myself fully to her. 

She set our bodies in a fluid motion
my virginity now neatly cut. 

We spent days 
as I explored
the fresh sweet air 
of 'us'.

It was then I became a man.

Learned
how you hold a flower
how you manicure the stem 
how you water the soil 
how you delicately hold the petals. 

It was then I became a gardener. 

A gardener
worthy 
to tend a garden 
so vital. 

It was then I learned how to love a woman.


30~12~2014
Armand

When Love Bites

Something about you

Makes me want to do

Things I’ve never dreamt before


It’s not the beauty of your eyes

Nor the magic of your smile

That lures me to your shore


It’s knowing in my heart

You made the fire start

And in your flames I'm going to burn


Savory kisses may turn to blood

Bitten helplessly by love

A chance I’d have to learn


Immersed in a sea of love 

Out of darkness flies the doves

And our hearts are set free


I can’t resist your touch

Your body paints me with a brush

Of red passionate strokes 


Pray this moment last forever...

As forever goes...

'Cause when love bites you... the fever yearns and burns

Premium Member Dangerous Dalliance

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.

Premium Member Slave To Love

HER

               the chains —
roses tied ‘round hands and feet,
apple-scented la forza del destino.

   the buds claw down her back,
send shivers down her spine,
       her head climaxed —
delicate, her perfumed breath.

the thorns gently nibble at her neck,
   the wine it draws,
      the tongue collects.

HIM

         his waist, she grips
      with everlasting rose-hips,
   the crystal chalice overflows
with deliciousness.

full blossoms, of golden pressed
   like a prisoner’s garb unto his chest.

      he heaves so hard, suffocating
beneath this veneer of tremulous beauty.

Together

   they beg to be released,
their vines intertwined
     and fate interjects
  with wounds of perspiring lips
       solicited to one another
in a kiss of bon chance.

liberated to master their winded flutes
      of cherry parfait served with
whipped cream.

7/2/2019
Contest: Slave to Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton

La forza del destino - The power of fate
Bon chance - Good luck
Cherry Parfait - also a type of rose

Decadent Proposal

She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke

Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically 
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity

His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating 
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice

The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization

However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed

This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis 
From Prey to Predator
Video clip -
Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell

Lilith

When your reflection, wearing nothing but
the dusty light, splashed out of the mirror,
I clearly understood that skies abut
inferno, that Elysium is nearer
than what is written in the books, that hell
is deeper, that such shameless nakedness,
such outspoken shamelessness foretell
doom of my soul, that your dark grey silk dress
lays out on the floor, that you don’t cast
a shadow, that the wings behind your back
are made of darkness, that my reared up lust
is too overt for you, that your long black
braids are entwined with serpents, that I stand
before you fully dressed, that those few
things I held dear – God, freedom, homeland –
don’t matter anymore, that I love you.

10.11.2019
Nude - Descending A Staircase Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless

Premium Member Blame

A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until 
                           he begins to blame somebody else—John Burroughs


Blame

Underneath a belt of stars in stratosphere’s arena
There, blood rushes within each lover’s heart 
Veiled by the silky fibrils of the cortina                                                                                      
A solid dome in the deep vast expanse, heaven’s vault 
Ever debuts Dante’s Paradiso, 
Where angels fear to tread, far off and away
they stay from the milky orb, be it so, and instead, 
for fear of the mid-night’s enticing allure, and
love’s lasting doom, they…
        
Blame the Moon

Orion rises in the Orient East, 
it sets in the wide Occident West 
Antares only rises once Orion sets, vice versa!
Spellbound, forever severed, and a lunar eclipse longing 
An affair’s unrest, not potions nor a test or curse, ah
Their quest to finish weakened minds
Seduced by halos ivory glow in twilight
Lusting mortals, passionate kinds
Held captive, never to unite ‘neath 
the pearlescent orb’s sheen at midnight
Gold-leaf doors unbarred, luminous lune art
Seduced as pleasing colors meld white to blue
Ere a raging tempest rips apart the seether
Empyreus, quintessence, searing crimson love they’ve fallen into
True Aristotle’s aether 
in bloom,
Hark!  Blame not each other…

Blame the Moon!
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Premium Member I Dream Poetry

Stay steady and silently still, 
Let me adore what your eyes do to my shivering quill, 
I am led astray between my walls and your words, 
Blinded by a cloud of these butterfly birds, 
The weight of my vocabulary seem to have lost it’s gravity, 
Relearning how to talk as I dream poetry, 
Shall I be an ornament, anonymous to your broken heart? 
As mine shifts in it’s grave hiding the pulverized parts, 
I can glaze my skin in all the sonnets and balladry, 
Let the sweetness of your tears drench me in melodious melancholy, 
I do not deny the searing sea you long to purge, 
Nor do I belong to the grief you submerge,
I am simply a fire set by your golden rays, 
And we are but mere fools trying to outrun our own mazes.

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