Best Sensation Poems
Real love, don't act it,
Its cold,please hot it,
All yours, attack it,
Continue, don't stop it...
Thick,not thin,
Awwww,slide in,
Different positions,
360,rotating...
Open,when I stick,
Hard,like a brick,
Tock,when I tick,
Smooth,and slick...
It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable desire and lust
It thrashes again and throws
Ardor so unjust
It bursts in colors of mist
In crimson hue and amethyst
Its forces like fireworks rise
Within emotion, organs, and amidst
In body it lies, in surreal disguise
Leaving no chance for mind to coexist
Passion,staring into lust,
Noses,sharing oxygen.
Our lips connect,
Lips start to stray,
Nibbling ears,kissing necks,
Closely drawn together,
Nipples piercing hairy chest,
Nails sink into back,
Head-board knocking the wall,
Knock knock,knock knock,
Deep moans,skin locked,
We counter attack,
Knock knock,knock knock,
Screams of pleasure,
Waking the whole block,
Knock knock,knock knock,
Nuclear explosion,
Volcano eruption,
AHHHH so hot,so hot,
The sweetest sensation,
I ever got......
Underneath, you above,
Hold me close,like a glove,
You whisper my name,"yes love",
Meant to be,white doves....
You lean forward, I lean back,
You pull my jeans,I lift your top,
You bite your lips,I hit the spot,
We tremble like leaves,and then collapse...
You startled me, like a pin prick to my heart-
forever leaving me breathless for your starvation.
I craved your tender touch right from the start
and thirsted for your deep purple longing sensation.
I fear not the kismet we carry, but you betraying,
I dread not what we share, but you not staying.
For you are the reason for my God-given creation-
and I’m infatuated with the love you’re portraying.
Purple2 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Kevin Shaw
January 25, 2019
I was told that sex stimulates mutual emotion,
out of curiousity, I decided to quiz a whore
she told me sex is a business and she craves more.
''Do you love your clients?'' was my last question.
Someone whispered ''sex is all about sharing pleasure''.
Immersed in doubt, I inquired from a rape victim,
all she told me was that ''sex was my darkest dream,''
''you love rapist?'' I asked... she hates them beyond measure.
I was told that sex makes relationship longer and deeper,
I went to the heartbroken, she explained better,
she simply said ''sex is a game that could make life bitter''
''I was used and dumped'' she ended up cheaper...
The pornstar opened a can of worms, ''sex is a fiction''
she said, it does not make the artists become intimate
sex and love are two different feelings...with different fate.
Love is more of a strong devotion than emotion.
I think sex is one of the sweetest sensation on earth,
it is a pure feeling when share at the right time.
Sex with a wrong person is now a common crime
that causes emotional trauma, heartbreak and ill health.
In an empty room as we sat
gazing at each other intense was that
you took my hand
made me stand
driven by the fire
and gave in to desire
Hands on my waist you drag me close
took my lips albeit and drank a dose
devoured with a furious want
sending thrills that will haunt
Longing more with the rising pulse
intense was the passionate impulse
hugs of wanton need and lingering touch
Paralyzing the mind not missing much
My heart ablaze and head so light
I in a daze ever so bright
blinded as i was by the love so pure
being so close melted for sure
© Nadiya (17 Jan '15)
Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy
A voice gushing through blood to veins in a body utterly bound
With the zeal of a new couples tasting a love heartily profound
Never imagining their pampered sparkle would ever reach atrophy
A persisting whisper like the howls of a one thousand wolfhound
Driven by lust, the fervent fervour fatuously never faltered my heart
Desire has simply dyed my insidious sensation with colours agleam
With ease, the prey has fitly fallen into web not using a single dart
Night wiped the eyes of conscience, sanity swept in a sea of steam
For sweet sin never countenances evildoers to venerate the extreme
Bed saved its sheets for passers-by to err, the game began to start!
© Guru Jad 2013
One fleeting Friday Freda Foster fretted at the frog pond. She said" This was suppose
To be my day."
I said yeah, go on. "I've been invited to this gala affair at THE JUKE
BOX JAM owned by Sam and I simply have nothing to wear. The
Next day Freda tossed three torn jeans in the trash. Just then Jesse jumped
The juke box and did the jig James and Jonesy joined in, and Willy
Watched as he too started jigging, and he did the jig with Wendy.
It was a BLAST. They went up stairs and sat in chairs and played the
Juke box and did the jig real fast. Talked all night about the jigful past
And other dances that last.
When they went home DAY break shown. It was so surreal. Next
SATURDAY should be the same so socialize. Jesse called Jonesy,
Jonesy called James. A three way conversation of cordial contention.
"Hey man how do you feel?" James asked JONESY
"Man we went all night. I feel alright."
Jesse added "and I feel alright we jigged and we jived."
They agreed in unison. "The thing was live."
This coming Saturday we'll surely bring the girls yeah all
Three JOLIE, JULIA, AND JUSTINE. Yes, then we will all show for a
Sensational Saturday. They all agreed next week SATURDAY will
Have swag, and swing and some swang and sway.
Will Freda and Freddie Foster follow? They're so funny. Those two
Are on the money.
Oh yeah. They'll be there.
The itch of you, deeply,
beneath, surface, rises quickly,
to scratch, The anxiety of it all,
trembles my bones, Like an
acid Tripp, gone wild, not Jerry
Springer, It's craziness is much
more, as it breaks ICE, wanting
every inch of your body,{Dark
Chocolate}, like A Mid~Night
snack, going once, Going twice,
I can't resist going in, So eager
to, HOT IT, ATTACK IT, Not
STOPING, Loving My LOVER,
FIT TO A GLOVE, Flying WHITE
DOVES, As it Thickened to
open, 360' Rotationally
Collapsing, Hard as BRICKS,
Where We smoothly, KNOCK,
KNOCK, KNOCK, the
headboard, LOUDLY, waking
the BLOCK, with deeper
MOANS, For this Nuclear
Explosion LOVE FEAST, will
Certanially be CONSUMED,
with Down Pour,
because you are that Sweet,
Sweet-er, and Sweetest
Sensation, I will ever get times
THREE,,,, Sharing The same
OXYGEN, as we Touch noses,
connecting LIPS, Closely
together..... Piercing nipples
tightly against the chest....Breathing
Heavily with exhaustion. For
This is A passion, with no lust, for
it is an ultimate stare down to A true
beginning....
Entered in Good Enough contest,
Sponsored by: Sandy Ivy Davis
Carma Reed
10-23-12
Open yourself up
feel the pulse of life.
Allow it to course through
your body and meld with it.
Embrace the feeling
and flow with it.
Allow it to energise you
until you throb.
Now let go,
permit yourself
to be free,
as free as a cloud.
Only now are you truly one
with the Universe.
Feel it, accept it
and say I am Sensation.
written 12/30/2015
no designed gem creation
gathers my stunned elation like earth's jangling flirtation
of dazzling rain drops forming on a green leaf foundation -
a pertly dancing sensation
garners my soul's ovation
Baby drink my juice and fill
me with your sensation
Oh, if only we could trade places
And you could feel what I feel
as this ecstasy races
Through my veins.
Passion.
Passion.
When we make love it travels fast
and makes its way
To the depths of my soul.
Something incredible.
I exult it.
My hips rise to reach it
They move toward it
And away
And the pleasure remains.
Leaving my soul aching
to feel your sensation
Not a drop is wasted.
I'll never run out of this overwhelming desire.
To feel your fire.
This want.
This pleasure.
I feed you and pray it gives you
strength
To give it to me.
It is between my flower--your sensation, your butterfly, my desire, your beautiful creation--I
drip sweet nectar on it for hours.
This sensation.
This invisible force.
This magnificent emotion--it's ours
we created.
It's so dear to me,
this ecstasy
It travels through my fingertips
into my heart--your art.
It can't stop dancing
to the songs of your sensation--to
the rhythym of your motion.
My body is in glee
As it travels to my knees.
Don't you know this passion is
extraordinary?
I don't wanna stop
til it reaches the very top.
The top is at my toes.
That's where it starts to glow.
We are magical.
We are mystical.
We are kaleidoscopic.
Extrarrestrial.
Cause what we create,
is out of this world.
It shines like the brightest
diamond
You'll ever know.
she blows her kisses
to me affectionately
while stroking something
She told me that she had some good, but I didn't believe her though.
How she would make my toes curl & take every inch of me into her deep throat.
A sexual healing that would be a mystery to me.
An she wouldn't trip as I entered her tunnel of love & ran deep!
She professed to be a squirter & her wetness was unreal.
Few men had climbed her mountain, only to be captivated by her sexual skills!
A sexual demon that had been blessed with some A-1.
An all her victims had one thing in common: they were addicted & sprung!
Lol, surely she's a SEXUAL...SENSATION!