Best Seduce Poems
Seduce me in Black and White
You reach toward my face
and touch my lips
Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them
gently - lightly - before
the urge to kiss me seizes the opportunity
Surrealistic sensations immortalize
as our lips seek and lock
Interchange of strange, new emotions
flow as our tongues entwine
Sun having a siesta under his canopy of clouds sends
sombre golden light slanting through the old colonial blinds
Enough for me to see ~
I want to see ~
Caressing fingers don’t stop as kisses linger
moving in seductive circular motion
Circling - tracing - moulding
twin peaks to unashamed pertness
Tantalising ripples course my body
Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses
creating sensuous ripple upon ripple
Of pure undulating pulsating
I want to see ~
Fingers urgently move now to my navel
circling, tracing, tinkling
Like a pianist on his keys
of black and white
Are they really only two colours?
Why then do they lilt a rainbow of colours to my ears?
On my fevered skin caressing fingers script my Rhapsody
The slow whirring beat of the ancient ceiling fan
picks up a harmonic note
of a solitary flute
Wanting to add to the sultry scene
It lends its own mysterious charm
A tantalising urge to arch
I want to feel ~
Impatient now for them to move further
Fiery Desire entices curious fingers to touch
dew that cumulates dusk to dawn on my awakening rose
Exciting, enticing emotions
The aromatic rapture floats me to you
a tortuously slow feeling to satiate
Propels bodies to engage
I want to feel ~ I want to feel ~ I want to feel you
A frog croaks discordantly outdoors
Snapping me out of my reverie
Startling me out of my romantic fantasy
Eyes fall back on monochrome words of my book
I long to dwell in this erotic moment
Weaving the music into a mesmerising crescendo
However
The old wooden blades of the ceiling fan
resume back to the rhythmic measured clickity clack
The spell now broken
I reach for my phone to call my lover
He awaits my call …
Video Clip - Yanni - Romantic piano
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
I will destroy you
I will torture you in anyway I can
I will find a way to defile you
I will break you for what you did to me
I will turn you old and gray from emotional stress everyday
I will never let you rest
I will drive a wedge between your illegitimate marriage
I will take from you what you denied me
And all of this because you believed every lie that was told to you about me
You Harlot…
I will destroy your life in the same way your sister destroyed ours
By making you remember
I know you search to see what I have written. You should be happy you’ve inspired me to
relive all my pain
You took every ounce of love that I had for you and through it all away
You denied me a happiness that could have healed me and spawned much delight
Instead you are left with being attacked by a memory created by your sister’s lustful nights.
Mark my words you will suffer my pain
Nothing you can say.. No words of compassion will ever stop me from haunting your life
Remember this my sweet little saint one day your so called husband will see a ghost
And on that day he will come home refrained, he will come home one quarter less a man
than the half that he is today.
Be very afraid……
I often sit and witness the beautiful existence,
sparked by a yellow haze of a dying candle's flame,
my notations dancing leisurely with the seizure of it's shadow on the wall.
I am able to see the sculpted character of each letter, side by side,
easily defined by someone else, but I am also able to see
the imagery in my mind and the meaning only I can interpret myself.
I can feel the tactile property in the velvety smoothness of the paper
as it gently sways and hints at my hand, but I can also feel
the sensitive awareness of my sentiments passionately bestowed it unplanned.
I can smell the wick and the wax as it starts to collapse, but I can taste
the delicate discrimination in my own perception of things called facts.
I have a choice on how I let external circumstances impact how I react.
I am capable of delegating my footfalls, be it one, or twenty
on a path that I will allow no one to detract.
I will devour the mentation of any man or woman that airstreams
an implementation of how I should receive my own existence!
I can and will make a difference!
For strangers and in lives of those who wish to have me in theirs.
All I have to do is start somewhere and the visions, intuitions,
the care from within will come out and flow naturally.
I will not ignore pain, or anger, or sorrow because I don't understand it.
Or, because those around me can't appreciate a proper grieving.
I know that every tomorrow I'll feel it again, in that acknowledgment
consciousness breathes.
MY consciousness tonight lightly blew to life the manifestation
of my creative sense and it took my voiceless words
in synchronous act and produced a wistful song that seduced the silence.
The moon fell, splashing into the sea
and left me grasping for its last light.
I turned, accepting we did not agree.
Would the moon rise again so bright
as when you were beside me,
embracing in the shoreline’s bight?
You departed promising to return soon
but I saw lies in your smile and knew
this moment was the last blue moon
we would share; your words, untrue,
died as you cruelly crooned love’s tune
to seduce and add me to your coup.
For now I despair, but still love you.
In time I will forgive your betrayal
and unhappy love’s somber hue.
I will forget your false portrayal
and whisper of love that blew
with intent to possess my avail.
I’ll move on with hope, autumn’s breath
encouraging me forward, to leave
you and your amoral shibboleth
into Satan’s clutches wreathe.
For you, I embrace my love’s death
and my memories of you I cleave.
Push you up against the sink,
Nibble your neck until you can’t think,
Skin burning as resistance flies,
Leaning back, close your eyes,
Lips parted heart in mouth,
Tongue teaser, come out, come out,
Ravishing until lack of air,
Arms around neck, hands in hair,
Legs parted, hip against hip,
Into forbidden wetness, searching fingers slip,
Moans hasten indecisive chides,
Unbreakable rhythm of the sweetest ride,
Embrace tightens, almost there,
Plunging deepens in love’s lair,
Soaring higher as madness descends,
Lover’s rest as time bends,
Nerves shattered breathing slows,
No words needed, no place left to go.
Seduce me Not-
Seduce me not ...
For I have so Little to give you
For you to be takin' what little ive Got! ...
Seduce Me Not!/
I am Drained emotionally
(Seduce me no-t!)
Caus I'm bankrupt of All--Sympathy.
With a reassuring Smile and Grin
Don'-do-it, Caus I 'ready Have-been;--
Deceived by your Emty Promises--
To caress my Aching Spiritial tendons
(That bleed, that Bled)
With Nourishing (aliment)-
But instead
you deserted me/
Hungry and unfed
Bookless and unread;
O well ...
I'll jis' go
an'
Play My piano.
Or ShouldI sing oh Lorde,
ShouldI sing?
SouldI Sing (oh Jesus), ShouldI Sing?
My Love Heart Felt
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your tenderness seduces me!
you look into my eyes i melt.
no beauty beyond can i see,
you are my love, my love heartfelt!
my life i would surrender, die!
my thoughts of you have often dwelt
on the future bond we may tie.
you are my love, my love heartfelt!
there is no other in my life,
on my oath, where i'd be found knelt,
that moment, you, me, husband, wife!
you are my love, my love heartfelt!
your tenderness seduces me,
you are my love, my love heartfelt!
Close my eyes yet hear you breathe
I stop walking but sense you close
I stop my speech but feel my heart pound
Seduce Me!
It is enough my darling
Blood and stains are everywhere
My present memories are too bitter
Seduce me to forget all these litters
I feel bad here to stay for a long
None is here to heal other's pains
Jungle lives are laughing and smiling
On other's wounds and tears
How can I be here for a long?
Seduce me dear to dream the land of paradise
Where the good hearted people felt for others?
Where there is no tears?
Where I can hear only the sounds of happy and glee
Seduce me dear to go over there to stay
Your eyes and signs of face can do
They keep me in heaven forever
Your love and affection is enough
They keep me young forever
Your honey spreading words are enough
They keep me as an angel in this land
Can you seduce me dear?
I want to live as a man at least here
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
prowler in the night, slow and calculated
your eyes already have their hooks in me
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
No thirst trap, no click bait,
I give versed expression
Silk and lace threaded thru
each line and question
Rawness felt, while images
age and yellow
Expressed words lasting, soft,
sweet, and mellow
I show my skin through
words I’ll strip
Describing it with my
crafted script
Holding you in whispered
conversation
Baring my soul for
your imagination
Bared hips, and red lips,
I write the scene
Poetically giving a
seductive theme
Filtered softness,
is an elaborate con
Ones beauty fades
as my words live on
My worth ain’t begging
on my knees
Everyone knows who I am,
rebeltease
See I carry myself
with style and grace
My tongue leaks ink,
it’s words I embrace
Spilling from my veins,
stories of emotion
Flowing like each ebb
on a quiet ocean
Vibing with words
left feeling spent
A warm calmness,
your soul is content
Seducing with the words
I’ve written
Images fade while
my words still be hittin
Sliding through one’s mind,
pictures unfold
Living forever, my words
never grow old
I'm really not that hard to please
I hold on to the fondest of memories
Driving down back roads serpentine
Listening to music with the sweetest of rhymes
Then take me back home for some wine and dine
By the end of the night I just might call you mine
Neat Allure
There are always gals like you
Strong dominant passionate
You seduced the quiet shy guy
Totally outclassing him all ways
He worshiped the ground you hiked
Professional climber you the best
The lad so quiet and reserved
Total mismatch people secretly nattered
Only one dared ask, 'Why him?'
'Why not?' you replied unfazed
His vision blurred as you took his soul
Like you stole his heart
And popped his cherry
Oh so alluringly
The shy guy now but memories and bones...
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight,
Their beauty blazes like sunrise through a screen,
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
From broken dreams, they claim the throne of night,
Their fragile love,both curse and silent mercy,still unseen,
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight.
The shy one heals what cruel men disunite,
Her deep kindness flows where bitterness has been
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
Seducers chase the flash of skin, forget the light,
Of souls that shimmer deeper than the surface sheen-
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight.
She bore his name, his child,the bruising bite,
And smiled through storms jealousy deemed obscene.
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
Yet even strong spirits bear the world's weight,
And fade beneath the hunger of the worldly scene-
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight
When twilight's hush arrives,the lovers slip from sight.