Best Passionsweet Poems
Hot. . . white hot Sahara sand am I.
Turning, ever turning, how I burn
white. . . hot white beneath the desert sky.
In search of sweet relief, for you I yearn,
shifting, ever shifting, I’m a dune.
Each particle of me is filled with heat.
I roll beneath the sun of afternoon,
ever passion parched though time be fleet.
I’m drifting to the brink of mad desire.
Cool. . . blue cool, sweet pool that I pursue-
mirages that appear quench not my fire.
Blue. . . cool blue, my remedy is you.
I’m half a continent; my love is vast.
Reveal yourself, Oasis, at long last!
For PD's Your Best Love Poems ((old poems only)) Poetry Contest
Oh Sara Lynn...Why should I even try and go on?
Many nights I sit on this hill and cry since you been gone.
Oh Sara Lynn...Your departure I try desperately to analize.
Well into the night I wander even as I watch the sunrise.
Oh Sara Lynn....I lay back on this hill where we first made love
From that day forward your body I could never get enough of.
Oh Sara Lynn...I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue,
And the sweet smell of you still lingers in my lung.
Oh Sara Lynn...My lovely sweet Sara Lynn,
How I wish we could go back and do it all over again.
Oh Sara Lynn...The yearning in my heart is so hard to ignore,
And it constantly tears me apart when I think about your move to Baltimore.
Oh Sara Lynn...I pray you'll return to me real soon;
So we may continue our passionate intimacies on this hill under the full moon!
Sweet Passion
(This poem can be read from top to bottom and at the same time, side to side.)
days of grace with form
moments in depth nature in tune with time
greet her morning sunrise evenings melt into mornings
days of love sweet candy
mothering and all a passion of choice
embrace her totality sweet sensual passion
days of strength years to come
rule her life ever there
protector of needy lover of peace
days of density thick with soul
packed with goodness a menu to consume
unstoppable power too much to stop
days of beauty natural
blissful with flowing face of God
heart on her sleeve hair of a Goddess
days of tomorrows forever tomorrows
brightly spoken smiling with lust
intense expressed side on inside wanting more
© Chuck Keys. All Rights Reserved 2010
The postcard reads"Wish You Were Here"
Then I see the sea of loves wave on how
We behave... The sea waves rush and
Your surfboard gets drenched. Is this a
Dream you wonder and nothing but gushes
Of extremely salty water gives water gives
Us both a potent pinch. Your surfboard stands
High nearly touching the clear blue sky. The sun
Of sweet love has us sweating from strenuous
Activity. Oh in glee we are both surfing in the
Sea of sweet love getting soaking wet from
Below and above. The postcard reads "Come
Join Me" Then us surfing in the sea of sweet
Love will no longer be fantasy but reality.
Surfing in the sea of love drenching the
Surfboard roughing the waves that won't
Behave and that's okay. One day the postcard
Will read "What a wonderful vacation1 Y'all come
Back to love nation." Surfing in the sea of sweet
Love is a vacation to savor on any board like
Surface. Surfing in the sea of sweet love is
A dream worth having to get pinched by the
Saline waves. Surfing in the sea of sweet love
Is what is by both of us craved. Come over
Here and ride the waves, the postcard says!
Alone I roam the dreamland wood
sombre and empty, dark my mood
vain hope to meet my love denied
a throbbing, pumping ache inside
afar a gleaming stream of blue:
mauve, purple, lilac mixed in hue
‘longside the one in dreams is mine
soft hazel eyes and features fine
He becks me close with comely smile
trance-like I float what seems a mile
a fragrant sweet around unfolds
a wondrous sight my eye beholds:
a bed of jasmine, handpicked all
my loved one smiles with look enthralled
He tweaks my nose with twinkling eye
within and –out I’m set afire
he mouths the words our eyes portray
lights fiery love long kept at bay
swept off our feet and smitten deep
entranced our eyes with want to keep
We make sweet love, as lovers do
declare our love, sincere and true
on bed of jasmine hands roam free
scent mingles with heart’s melody
both hearts in tandem skip a beat
then pick up pace in lustful heat
pulsating passion multiplies
we merge as one with moans and sighs....
Hot. . . white hot Sahara sand am I.
Turning, ever turning, how I burn
white. . . hot white beneath the desert sky.
In search of sweet relief, for you I yearn,
shifting, ever shifting, I’m a dune.
Each particle of me is filled with heat.
I roll beneath the sun of afternoon,
ever passion parched though time be fleet.
I’m drifting to the brink of mad desire.
Cool. . . blue cool, sweet pool that I pursue-
mirages that appear quench not my fire.
Blue. . . cool blue, my remedy is you.
I’m half a continent; my love is vast.
Reveal yourself, Oasis, at long last!
Submitted for "Fanning the Embers"
sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
How do you describe your lovers kiss?
A kiss from someone you desire
When 2 lips come together
Does it set your senses on fire?
Is the kiss cold leaving you frigid and hurt?
Was it a dark feeling tasting like dirt?
Did the kiss taste sweet like ribbons of caramel and cocoa?
Was it a warm sticky mess like a toasted marshmallow?
Is it bitter sweet like a fine glass of wine?
Or just simple enough for one last time? Are you satisfied or is it addictive?
Maybe the kisses are so persistant and explicit
You can't help but become submissive
To your lovers kiss
Sweet Home
From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are; forever will I clamour instill,
The mission of leisure sweet amass; forever will I welcome still.
Dotting the lines of succour through the poets' quill-pen,
Blotting the limbs of honour through the Equerrian quince.
The enclave of birth and nurture to the dwell enclose,
The conclave of might and culture to the bells entwine.
Entrenched in shelter from rain and sun concomitant undo,
Embellished in sceptres from ornaments to unravel the feud's undue.
As the elements of Architecture are singing beautitudes,
The velvets of bevels are clinking tambourines.
As the culverts of artefacts are mincing soirees,
The valance of bevies are ringing solarium.
In May you lay in mash of holy velds,
And in June will Juno return amidst.
Oh God of mercy grant us the grace of lair,
When the solace of sauna breeds comfort of sweet home.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
The desire wells up inside me
and I feel near to bursting
my needs so close to the surface
churning with passion
this sweet hunger is all consuming
as I devour the fragrence of your flesh
the heady saltiness of lust stinging my tongue
I am the fire,
you are the oxygen that fuels the flame
forever burning on a hot bed of embers
that will never die from hunger
Oh, the sweet hunger that drives the passion
between two souls
I am drunk on your wines.
Velvet petals scattered on the floor. The shadows dancing on the wall as the flames of the
candle light flicker. The room is a soft glow, sweet vanilla flowing through out the room.
Silent music plays as he eagerly w a i t s....
Looking up and there she is standing wrapped in lace, a soft halo of light surrounding her. His
heart s-k-i-p-s a beat as he almost forgets to breathe. Soft, dark brown hair surrounds lovely
green eyes as she crawls upon the silk sheets. She meets his golden eagle eyes as their soft
skin presses together in a
slow,
passionate,
deep,
kiss. Losing themselves in such a sweet, simple moment but expecting so much more.
The rise and fall of their bodies in unison. The sweet music of love filling the air. Hearts
beating faster, breathless as beads of sweat slide down smooth skin. The flames rise in a
sudden burst of passion, then slowly die down to a seductive dance.
Your eyes meet mine and my eyes meet yours, we smile ready for round two and many
more to go... You are there and I am here, counting down the days until we can celebrate, 7-
7-07 our lucky numbers. I love you Baby.
I'm dreaming of you..I smell the perfume you wear,
Smell, the natural scent of your smooth soft skin.
I do believe I would follow you anywhere,
Just to indulge in the sweet taste of sin!
I'm dreaming of you...those bedroom eyes.
And the lovely curve of your soft moist lips.
The plump thickness of your thighs,
How I yearn to taste your sweet dips.
One in a million ..This curvacious body I see,
Warm and luxurious curled up next to me.
I'm dreaming of the sweet ecstasy,
Described within this piece of poetry!!!
Wrote for Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. contest "One in a Million"
As our lips meet
sensitizing each other to feel
allowing our tongues to intertwine
within each others nostrils, we breathe
Softly feeling the slight curiosity
of our hungry lips
digging in, trying to see
holding each moment in our memory
making sweet sound of our melody
slowly sinking within each other
closing our eyes without bother
allowing ourselves to seek a treasure
so good, so sweet without a measure
our wet lips sliding over
each turn renews a span
wanting to stop time
and make you mine
forever in each other we will be
exploring each other's needs
not begging with pleads
and yet not wanting to part
wanting to stay together glued
sharing yet other memories that
wishing could never pass
hoping to last
but this world takes us back to it
leaving our planet of kiss
momentarily we will bliss
every moment not to miss
every moment in a kiss
Warm breath, pure sweet from open mouth, soft parted lips so slick,
Butterfly tongue teasing mine, flitting, tip-tip, slow, slow, quick.
Now serpentine, deep and probing, firm against my own,
One way, then the next, who taught her such delights?
Arched back upon the bed, thrusting pretty-tipp’ed mounds,
Stroked lightly, yet so strongly sensed, soft sachets full of love.
Sweet mons, rising to my touch, light sigh, a groan,
Sharp cry, oh! please, my darling, please, oh! please,
Who you taught you all these tricks?
Words of ardour, lust and love, hiss’d urgent raised desire
Language once would never do, (don’t use that word my child)
Short wicked words now sound so sweet, when gasped twixed breathless kiss,
Or whispered mouth on ear can raise an agony of bliss,
Who spoke them first?, me?, you?, I really do not know my love.
Where did we learn to say those things?
Near 40 years since on this bed, my sweet and I first joined,
She came to me a virgin bride, un-kissed, untouched, unknown,
And I, a silly childish fool, no knowledge of the ways,
Of love, and life, nor shown at all, by any other girl.
And now I’m past my three score years, our love still binds and grows.
Still fresh, still new, yet still to find, new ways to please and thrill,
No words, no books, no help required, no secrets from another.
Locked tight in love’s strong rings for life, we simply teach each other.
Your aura is contageous. Your sexy curvaceous body is outrageous.
Sweeter than nut-rageous.
So yummy are your creamy white thighs and up along the curve of your hips.
Your dreamy eyes to your delicious lips.
So edible, so damn incredible.
Like Nat King Cole your sex is "Unforgetable"!
MMM...Your kitty is on fire! I fill up your cup with my desire.
You match each rhythical thrust, slowly satisfying the hunger of my lust.
You're so wet, so tight, I'm about to bust.
I bury myself to the hilt of your moist mother earth.
You spread your legs wider taking all my girth.
This heavenly union consummates our souls.
Steadily moving in and out of your sweet honey hole.
Your sweet nectar flows free - along my shaft glistens your ecstasy.
I inhale your energy. The smell of our sex excites me.
Switching positions with you on top; Into your ignition goes my lollipop.
You move up and down my strong erect pole.
Your eyes rolling back in your skull
You run your nails across my chest
My tongue lathers your breasts.
I reach around and grip your soft a__.
You're whimpering in my ear and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.
You grinding down on me fills you up to the core.
My finger gently mssages your back door.
Back and forth - you're crying out.
"OMG!" Arching your back you shout.
Finally collapsing on top of me.
With you in my arms, we're soon fast asleep...
Note: Hope this piece does not offend anyone. I personally love "erotica" not
necessarily "****", I like the word and actions to be sensual not crude or vulgar...As poets I
believe we are more in tune with our desires and sexuality. It's our imagination, the fact we
are in tune with our feelings, emotions. Don't you think? Hope some likes this piece as I
enjoyed writing it. Poetry soup's fav convict Jimmy hehe!! You can see my pic and read brief
bio at prisonpenpals.com Look for my last name alphabetically or by State NC Thanks
On what breasts I have laid my head
And where and why I remember not.
On what waists have I laid my hands
Feeling the spring tide bosoms and
Lips were too near not to be missed
To get the feel of the rose petals.
Upon my couch I lay as lie the dead,
Many loves have come and gone
No images return on this stormy night,
The wind sings in my foliage,
The rain taps & sighs on the windowsills.
I have forgotten all of them but one.
In my heart there stirs a sweet pain
When I remember my sweet Nectar
On this day of Thirtieth September
When she came to me as virgin fresh
We made love till the early hours of the morn
Hearing the distant drums of a ritual dance.