Best Nymphet Poems

I will tell you when they met:
in the burnished flush of autumn,
when each rising of the sun
turned each golden leaf more golden.
With the trees and fields aflame,
so the scholar's heart was stolen
by that blushing, bold nymphet,
In the burnished flush of autumn. 

I will tell you...

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Freyja’s Rival


( And may the Great Queen of the Norse Forgive me )



It’s a sun scintillation of a today
The sky a sharp atmospheric
Crystal blue chimes
Reaches to the untold dominion of stars

Crisp light softens the out shouting colours
Temperance to dancing whispers
“Quiet now” says the Sun
“Other lovers...

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Hot raptor breath
Push goosebumps to life
On the golden-honey flesh
Of a most desired sight.

Deeply tanned and rubenesque,
Unsheathed, scented shoulders.
Arms that distill without cause to beckon
The wills of the penile-brained knights.

Wallow in her moist pink flower.
Defend with your armor that nymphet tower.
But beware, Dear Sir, should your...

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The shepherd stood on the field, frail,
He knew not what to do when and why,
As the wrathful sun did steep down,
The confused chap followed his humble sheep.
Then one man neared and asked his name,
He gasped to answer the simple query,
The beads of sweat was vivid...

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Between The Devil and The Sea
( Scylla and Charybdis )
 
Cosmetic the creature cover girl
is accessible only at night
a picture female in her temple
laying askew on an alter ego
 
A de lux harlot in romantic rough house
a fetish target
frivolous nymphet with a rampant phallus
 
And...

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Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
    Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
    Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
    Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel


    Fresh field alien green...

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CHAPTER SEVEN
 


this seventh month… a handful of sun dust
greets my aurora skin, touching every
lace of foliage: buttered stems, blushing leaves,
soft-boiled branches with upturned eyes
silky in the veil of July’s palette
face. farther on,

i wanted to smell its rareness,
how my own raw eyes pass behind occasional
veins...

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...and I want to start all my sentences with
the taste of his tongue.
 

I find him locked inside my rib cage
leaning softly against my heart
smoking a stogie and strumming bones,
where every thought of him is a losing
battle between good and evil that
I just don't truly...

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How I look back with regret
At that summer long ago
A sultry sensual summer
A time of sexual awakening
When I was on the threshold,
The blossoming of womanhood
And how I curse the time
I wasted on you
All those hours in your room
Listening to your music,
Your creative juices at work
Your...

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Luster of ivory
Gleaming through mist- glow;
Caressed by winter’s finery.

Diaphanous nymphet,
Floating in crystal air
Organza ---sheen as bridal grace! 


Nov 11, 2017
Contest by Nette Onclaud -Knit Your  Fabric...

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Dear Father Christmas, oh so kind,
I hope you’ll note my modest pleas.
If you, in giving mood inclined,
could manage items, such as these:
a festive tie and, underlined,
a woolly hat, a pair of skis,
and in my Stocking, may I find
a naughty nubile nymphet, please.

~ 



For Michael's Contest....

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Vanquishing Fear
                 by
Odin Roark

Her unwritten diary
Read of descriptions
glittering private
Her hourglass of
diamonds
Where forever truly
destined forever

Her beauty made
artists shy
Their palettes’
ablaze with
unfettered colors 
Her trail of
fragrance brought
flowers about face
Her presence in
crowds like...

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Recalling on how we first met
And thinking of where we're  heading to,
Echoing what i told you about
Love and the sweet moments with
Ornately uttered words, i tend to
Re-inform you that i'm still 
In love with you, not because you're a 
Nymphet, but the way you...

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I could jargon my vibes for you to 
Listen but I can’t because you
Ought to understand what I’m saying.
Venus and Mars could be yours, but I have something 
Even better for you, that’s the love I’m offering to 
You, I’m saying this in the utmost...

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At times you ding and make me salivate
like you’re the bell and I am Pavlov’s pet
drooling on your boot. Your sigh’s wordless weight
like Humbert’s hand on Nabokov’s nymphet,

pinching Dolly’s resentful thigh. You are
darker than the matter too clever for
telescopes. Your eyes are the dying star,
the...

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