Best Sensuality Poems
Being sensual isn’t necessarily about sex.
I recall a night of such immense innocent delight
that all my senses -heightened- far exceeded
my teenage expectations of romance.
My sense of sight had already been triggered
from the moment I first met the young man
whose eyes so flirtatiously met mine.
As sweet as chocolate, his eyes melted me.
His smile was honey and his voice too,
which dripped with an accent which was French -
instantly attracted my sense of hearing.
In the front seat of his Buick Riviera,
this boy from Quebec taught me the allure
of taking time . . .
taking time to gaze into each other eyes,
taking time to feel . . . to really feel
each little nibble on my ear lobe
and the sweetness of his breath
at the nape of my neck; to feel his fingers
as they softly traced the features of my face -
worshippingly -
as if I were a goddess he was touching.
Even my sense of smell was aroused by his colgne.
Taking his time . . .
such lingering precious time,
he arrived to that first anticipated kiss,
and my sense of taste was then aroused,
for his kiss was ambrosia of the gods.
To touch his silken skin and hair,
and then to feel his lips moving smoothly over mine!
In synche with him -
romance was nothing but sublime.
All the while his hands – so magical -
caressed my hands, my arms, my shoulders,
and my back down to my waist.
Feelings I’d never experienced before
overwhelmed me with bliss.
I was still a virgin, and he knew exactly how far
not to go.
Keeping me at the brink
of something I was not to know till I was married,
I was more than satisifed and never before in my life
had I felt more cherished.
Every sense of mine was totally engaged
by his dulcet whispers
and the beauty of his eyes, his nose, his mouth,
and his entire tall slender body.
The touch of him, the feel of him,
and the feel of MY burgeoning emotions -
for me this was a virgin’s dream
of sensuality.
Feb. 3, 2021
for the Sensual Poetry Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
In serene silence of sensuality -
all innocence is lost to the rhythm of
sensitive, sweet sussurations.
Within realms of desire and delight,
in pursuit of lucid dreams.
My weary, heavy head, yearns,
to rest upon my beloved's bosoms.
To remain still - resting,
captivated by tranquil echoes of her heart,
pulsating through her satin smooth skin.
Each shiver, more seductive,
than an enchanting melody.
I am her poet,
she - my unwritten poem.
Thirsting for her to soothe,
like rain on a sizzling hot day.
For our lips to meet,
like a flutist and a flute.
To be caressed like an artist's finger tips,
brushing upon a naked canvas.
In the phenomenon of powerful passion -
within the beloved's personal paradise,
there are no principles, nor boundaries.
Silent One
Sensual simple musing
24 June 2020
Don't you dare whisper a warm breath on my shoulder,
Or I might become even yet more, steamy and bolder!
Here~on this intoxicating, Western, autumnal night.
I wish I were, I wish I might, be your amorous slave tonight!
Like a scented, rainbowed candle, joyfully melting into you.
Becoming not one rainbowed glorious person, but a divine two.
A destined, waxing puddle of the most ardent, joyous lovers.
We are autmn’s blessed ones, under moonlit,sweet cloud-covers.
Oh, how divinely close, under the caring eyes of the stars,we are,
Sparkling in the velvet darkness, like bright jewels from planet,Mars!
9/20/2024
@ Panagiota Romios
Animalistic body craving
Deeply erotic
Flesh, girth, horny
Ingesting Jiz, kinky
Lewd mind
Nipples orgasmic
Physically quivering
Racy suggestive thighs
Under vulva wanting
Xenogenous yearning
Zeal
23 September 2015
SOFT SENSUALITY
While the waiting is nearing
The longing doubly suspenseful
Mechanically or tender make it eager of welcome
Perhaps hugging and kissing
Will never dampen homesickness
Everything in the “kubo” is envious
Every minute a comfort and intimate
Even crickets stop cricketing
And eking doors shut up and posts oiled
All holes on the walls will have their heydays peeping
Can we stop the nectar oozing down?
Surely a very hearty and glorious days and nights
Like in a store the customer keeps coming back
The delights will never end
Soft and hard are both sensual
Whether the night is romantic
Will both of us irresistible
Especially with naked truth
And never bow out to heavens.
Term: Kubo(Filipino word) means cottage in this poem.
Dalila Agtani
9/26/11
Entered in a contest:
Sponsor nette onclaud
Contest Name SOFT SENSUALITY
amative beckons caressing digits,
erogenous findings gallop hearts.
internal joys kindle lingering motions,
nourishing opulent pulses quake.
rising stem titillates urges,
vulva's wonderment.
xenogamy yearned zealousness
23/09/15.
Addicted Beyond Crazy
Addicted beyond crazy
Dreaming ecstasy
Forever glamorous
Heavenly irresistible juicy kisses
Lasting moments nibbling on precious
Quivering rage
Send tender undaunted vehement
Warm xenial yielding
Zestful
9/27/2015
Contest Name: Sensual ABCs
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
It is a look….unhidden
A touch…..unbidden
It is desire…unveiled
Love and lust…exhaled
It is fantasy….released
Urges….appeased
It is passion…unbound
Euphoria…found
It is wishes….unashamed
Primal needs…untamed
Sensuality is supreme
The climax of a dream
The voice of arousal’s soul
The entwining that makes whole
The forever in the here
Exhibition without fear
Sensuality’s sultry kiss
Sexy Siren’s seductive bliss
All this and so much more
Is what lies for you in store
Then, what is sensuality?
Oh….Baby
Why, that is me!
It's when my smile alludes
and what my sway exudes
It's why my touch excites
and how my kiss ignites
It's when my voice enthralls
and how my body calls
It's what my lips evoke
and how my hips provoke
I'm seductive and demure
of victory I am sure
Sensuality is my name
To dominate is my game
Sensuality, is all me
Taste, and I'll set you free
Eileen
Becoming spiced scent
Warm transcendence into blush
Intertwined in bliss
Shadowy Sensuality
I walked in a dream on a silken cloud
Under moonlight's silver shadowy leafy shroud
Satiny leaves sunk under my feet in hushed sensuality
Slippery slopes beneath the canopy of forest's purity
The grove along the rippled watersheds
Fanned the shallow waters with its shadows overhead
The breeze whispered the most enchanting songs
Through scalloping branches over the waters gushing along
I stepped daintily over the mossy grounds
The rain kissed waving boughs held me spell bound
Heard a softened rustle to see a shadowy cape
Wet lips brushed my tresses to kiss the nape
December 1, 2015
Contest : Screwed 8
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
(November 3, 2015
Contest: Shadows
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton)
Where went sensuality?
asked my life morality
Answer was no quality
Full improbability
Still it is no clarity
where is my sensuality
I'm going to the city
thinking no morality
Oh sensuality, you
Siren of irresistible bodily pleasures
That
Enchant the hearts of humans with promises of
Untold gratification
While
Leaving their souls craving for a caress
Of divinity’s bliss,
Why don’t you,
Cease for a moment, your insatiable
Carnal desires
For
To liberate Man from the chains of
Errant appetites
Thus
Allowing him, the delights of the enlightened spirit,
For once to enjoy?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 OCTOBER 2014
Luscious Lips.
.
Luscious delicious honeydew lips
Soft warm pillows so alluring and tantalizing
On which to sip
I like a moth
Transfixed to a deadly flame
As a beautiful siren
Calls my name
Come hither
.
My lust for love
So much
Beyond my will restrain
To explore loves moist sweetest
Bliss and sweetest pain
.
My body on fire
My soul a lowly slave
She the mistress
To whom
I am left breathless
And totally enslaved.
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Peter Dome©2020.
Alone, my senses weighed views
In stillness of new day
I paused to listen
To uncover raw gold
Given by morning light.
Mixed emotions surged
Through tunnels of my being
I look deep within
Then found serenity
The good outweighed grey days.
In silence I heard,
"You'd rather live alone?
Unwedded; without...?"
I smiled. Replied to light,
Oh, the good outweighs gray.
In rest, we caress
We're shield while twilight beams
Beyond peaks and dips -
We're three reeds, together
Mostly from week to week.
Alone with my senses
I look through mirrored times
To liberation
It chases pseudo fears
While voice as gem I hear.
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I’m a bit of a sensualist.
First, let me emphasise emotional resonance,
there has to be an emotional base,
not just an appreciation of hotness.
Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery—
that male unknowableness.
Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges,
you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from
a marble and you just want to run your hands over.
And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits,
casual, careless, not fussy or particular,
and his warm firm and Implacable hands.
Oh, God. Gimmie some.
“Sensuality is connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying).
“It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.”
“No,” I winced, shaking my head no, “that’s not true.”
“Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos.
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Songs for this:
this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
golden hour by JVKE
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Our cast
Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).