Best Sexual Poems
It is a sun splashed day; the air is silent with the sound of waves
from an ocean moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.
The sand underneath my feet is warm and soothing.
The crashing waters from a wind sculpted waterfall swims
into the arms of its mother sea.
It is a private beach at a spot in the world
were the Caribbean Sea and The Atlantic Ocean hug.
It is a strange sensation of hot then cold, that tease the senses.
The young woman with me is my lover of four years.
The golden rays of light from the bright morning star
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.
In her eyes I can see the bright clear blue ocean, warm,
but with a piercing love glare that sends shivers up my spine.
We are young, in love and safe
inside a perfect glossy postcard background.
Her red lips and light drenched skin glows
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.
Without a thought I grab the back of her head,
jerking my lover's whole body towards me
locking her in the strength of my grasp
inviting her to quench my desire.
I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss
and remove a barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.
She embraces me as I lift her in my arms
naked for all the Gods to observe.
I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.
She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her.
I hold back both her arms and use my mouth
to suckle her all the time absorbing the beating waters
that kneads my flesh, like so much dough.
Suddenly I set my angel free. She pounces on me,
like a lioness in heat famished for the taste of flesh.
The world disappears and I find myself willingly trapped in a void.
Nature's voice conducts an orchestra of emotion.
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch.
With the strokes of a divinity fingers paint a portrait of rapture.
We dance now to the precise notes
of an escape into the arms of serenity.
In one fluid movement, our bodies become one.
There is no end to the divine flavors we share.
Cooling waters flame our sins.
We explode like a building
imploding gracefully to the roar of infinite sound.
Until eventually we pass out naked
locked in each others arms.
We find ourselves lying on the warmth
of the fine white sand beach when we awaken,
tattooed in the telling shades of a Jamaican suntan.
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
It's an all-powerful ejaculation
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic)
Pelvis and loins ablaze like fantastic,
and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
Eros peaks, then runs wild and Jurassic;
and hunts for instant gratification
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic!)
To burn with unrestrained lust is horrific;
but the red-hot flames of this condition
force coitus to break out when turning manic:
oh! to explode without control like a sex addict,
and copulate with total abandon
(when mania feels so keenly orgasmic!).
So, call it mad, but don't call it poetic:
this disease demands total expression.
These pelvic desires arise when turning manic,
from a mania whose possession is so fiercely orgasmic.
Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families!
Many families are being destroyed by sexual addictions!
As they bring into their homes unneeded afflictions!
There are affairs of adultery of all different kinds…
As many allow sin’s pollution to destroy their mind!
Many have no comprehension or fail to see…
The filth of garbage being promoted on t.v.!
Rather than seeking God for his blood’s protection.
Husbands and wives look to others for affection.
God looks and sees the wounded and broken heart.
And before you know it, another family falls apart!
Too much of this is happening in churches today.
Will these families just come together and pray?
It’s time to come together as a family and be strong!
Let’s get rid of the things in our life that don’t belong!
Let’s seek the purity and holiness of God above.
And be strengthened by his majestic love!
Let’s seek God’s protection over our families too!
And speak kind words to another, like; “I LOVE YOU!”
May the love of Christ come and bind us as ONE!
And touch every father, mother, daughter and son!
Lord Jesus, we all need you so much! This very hour!
We can’t make it alone! Without your power!
Please Jesus, restore what the enemy has taken!
I’ve never seen your children left or forsaken!
You are the only one that our family has needed!
Only by your love, will our family be completed!
By Jim Pemberton 11/23/14
I TOLD YOU
I told you that Uncle Danny touched me
It hurt and made me cry
I told you I didn’t like him
You said I shouldn’t lie.
I told you my bra got snapped in class
That I was treated like a toy
Your response was simply
That boys will be boys.
I told you I was raped
By a man that I knew
Despite my tears and anger
You asked what did I do.
I told you a man came in my dorm
Violated me after breaking my door
When I reported to campus police
They asked me what I wore.
I told you my boss
Grabbed my breast at work
I wanted to file a complaint
You replied just ignore the jerk.
I got groped at the club last night
By this guy who was a punk
I wanted to call the police
You told me that he’s just drunk.
I’ve been telling you these things
Happen year after year
You say you are listening
But do you really hear?
I told you these things happened to me
As you laugh, scoff, and snort
Blaming and shaming endlessly
And you wonder why we don’t report.
I wonder when these excuses will end
Even though the road seems insurmountable
When will society stand
And start holding abusers accountable?
Until then I will continue forward
With my words as proof
I shall walk in the light
And stand in my truth.
Their hands raise with ours and for a moment we are all standing in perfect unity, every set of fingers curled in anger and defiance - and then they throw the tear gas.
Which is rich,
Because how many women have wept,
Sliding down their walls to their bedroom floor,
To their kitchen tiles,
To the post office pavement?
How many women have sobbed,
Clutching their daughter's body,
Trying to collect all of the broken pieces back into one person again,
The mother's tears, all of the nation's tears, spilling and seeping into the cracks of her skin
- how many more need to cry?
How much deeper does the blood have to scar the inside of her thighs,
Embed itself in newspaper ink,
Puddle and clot in the streets,
For you to see how the country is drowning?
How the river laps at our feet, our knees, up to her bruised wrists
Do you see your own fingertips dripping,
Or how his teeth are stained pink,
The iron on his breath a blunt tool he uses to deepen the crevices long carved into her?
No, of course, you do.
So what do you do about it?
Do you try to press your hands to the wound?
Hand him a life-sentence?
Or do you hand him a baton?
A badge?
Perhaps a can of teargas?
She only came to me when she wanted wine
Meeting at a bar could do that, tainting each meeting
I always had a bottle of her favorite wine ready
She was rich, married and miserable
But beautiful.
She had a key to my apartment
Never knocked just walks in with pain
Holding a cigarette to her mouth
Calling my darling, followed by Hi
She smelt of roses, and gun powder
What a woman.
Sip and sip and we talk and talked
Pain caress her tongue linked to hate
Hate towards him, the husband
After she stained the wine glass
With red lips, she would break them
Throwing them across the room
Loving the noise of glass breaking
We made love when they broke
Then she always leaves with little words
But leaving 200 dollars on the table.
As the wind blows softly upon my face
It reminds me of a windmill
Spreading the airs divine
Feelings of love sprinkling upon my face
And covering my body slowly
Tingling feelings of blissful joy
Touching me softly
As it lightly touches and rubs across my face
Giving me feelings
Of new found freedom, that blows in the wind
The memories pull her down,
Like the undertow.
Drowning.
Suffocating.
She tries to fight it,
But it’s of no use.
She feels dirty, fat, victimized, defiled,
Extorted, broken, and ugly.
She can feel their hands on her
The unwelcome touches and gestures.
She feels small, defenseless, vulnerable, violated.
Their taunts, threats, lies, and commands fill her ears.
She covers herself with multiple layers of clothing,
But no matter how many she has on
She can still feel them.
She covers her ears,
But no matter how hard she presses her hands
She can still hear them.
She relives it all
Every day and every night.
She’s terrified to sleep.
Terrified to live.
The nightmares are relentless.
The flashbacks, torture.
When will it stop?
When will it end?
Will it ever be over?
The memories escape from her eyes
And stream down her face.
She tries to stuff the memories
Back into their closets
And the demons back into the abyss
That some would call her soul.
But she’s too tired,
Too weak,
Too exhausted,
Too devastated.
She shuts her eyes
And locks them tight,
Like the door to a prison cell.
She crawls to the darkest corner of her mind,
Curls up in a ball,
And waits,
Yet again,
For it all to be over.
A Case of Sexual Harassment
By Elton Camp
Ms. Clark gave her analysis to the boss
For words of praise he wasn’t at a loss
“Honey, this work is as good as any man.
Doing a fine job is something you can.”
She felt his arm slip around her waist
And on her hip, his fingers he placed
Though he was crude, ugly and fat,
He gave Ms. Clark a playful little pat
“Just stick with me and you’ll go far.
Because I think I know what you are.
You have what it takes to get ahead
Sure my meaning you haven’t misread.”
“I’ll be quite glad to show you the ropes
And advance you over those other dopes.”
The boss gazed directly into her eyes
So that her reaction he could apprise
“A business trip I must take next week.
There is this hotel where I will speak.
I will be wanting some help you see,
So I need you to come along with me.”
Ms. Clark then very sharply did exhale
His advances she much wanted to repel
But promotion at work she needed too
Would she do what she’d come to rue?
Children;
Helpless, and unexpecting.
Innocent then innocence taken away.
Loving and trusting children being made to
Do things against their will and having
Sexual things done to them.
Evil revealing itself in different ways and
X-pecting children not to say anything. an
Unkind and uncaring human being torturting
A defenseless, innocent child.
Long lasting effects of the
Abuse is what the survivor will endure all
Because some people are just plain sick and
Uncaring. full of threat
Sexual predators stay away; we wish. there's no
Excuse for hurting and sexual abusing a child.
Hand me your policies
I'll take a gander
Sexual harassment not allowed
Neither is slander
What a boring place
Let's be politically correct
Offend everyone
Or show them neglect
Make up my mind
There's work to do
Touching below the shoulders
Is sexual harassment too.
The world is full of
People with low self-esteem
Get a grip people
Not everything is what it seems
It's wrong to deny what your heart desires
If it's right, set your hormones on fire
No need to fight the temptation
Let out all of your sexual frustration
Don't hold back, let your imagination loose
Take your wild side for a cruise
If it is right for you at the moment
Don't be afraid to act on it
If he knows how to touch your body with care
Don't be afraid, relax, let him take you there
If it makes your body feel good
Let your body do exactly what it should
Let your hormones be your guide
Take your new vehicle on a test drive
Let your mind relax
Take it slow, let your insides climax
No need to stop or hesitate
Your body deserves to get laid
Ask yourself, how long has it been
Since your body has been caressed inch by inch
If it is feeling wrong, then you know it's right
Get some sexual healing, there are no red lights
Once he enters you, don't yell stop or no
Give him all green lights and let your juices flow
Once he gleans all of the sighs from you
Let your internal emotions wild and loose
Be selfish when it comes to your needs
For your body is what sex feeds
Don't be so quick to rush
Take your time, get more than enough
Love the night with every stroke of sex
Just make the night, one of your bests
I shift my eyes slowly from the ground,
up the wall and over to another pair of eyes
that in a moment lock onto mine.
His penetrating stare
makes my heart thump with force,
the heat from his gaze
brings beads of sweat to my skin.
Lingering in his hypnosis
I have the urge to know him,
to look deeper into the mystery
of those seductive eyes and
bask in the warmth behind them.
As suddenly as it begins, it ends--
he snaps me back to reality
by quickly averting his eyes from mine,
but only after flashing a flirtatious grin
and inviting my mind to wander
down dangerous roads....
Sexual harassment is a beast that stains the inner
being of vulnerable women. Their vibrant spirit has
been attacked and like a rose without thorns, have
ask society for help.
these valiant women have found the remedy for
their degradation. Now, these women enjoy the
refreshing breeze from snow-covered mountains
their spirits had yearn for.
There are others who have endured this harassment
but like a butterfly dancing around a garden, have not
yet had the courage to come forward. For the butterfly
is aware of the vicious ants waiting if the try to rest.
Men have and continue to suffer the agony and
discomfort from powerful women corrupted by power.
These females subject their male subordinates to
their whims. The dignity and pride of these men
have melted away like ice in a warm Spring day,
These disgraced men endure the touching, the suggestive comments and the dinners at their bosses homes or apartments. The web has been laid and she expects them to satisfy their needs. These men have families to support and after all, they are men so they keep quite.
Being a man and complaining would mean more humiliation and fear of society who have their ideas of men and women. The community would laugh and portray them as weak and less than manly so like an infant without a voice, they endure.
TO SEXUAL AND SENSUAL COUPLES
Kiss me.
Tinge me.
Make me mourn.
Take me to heights unknown.
Empower me with dynamism.
Make my woman glow from making love.
Hold me close in yours arms.
Enthuse my inner person.
Touch me.
Caress me.
Make me purr.
My inner essence is yours.
Whisper love words in my ears.
Be sensual.
Make me feel.
Lovers’ unity is unbound…
Unchained to higher grounds.
Unfetter my inhibitions.
Love my curves.
Develop my sensuality as I develop yours.
We are one vigor of power.
Our theme is the unspoken language of love.
Our minds are sensual.
Our bodies sexuality are beings to explore.
Be sensual.
Be utterly involved.
Fulfill my sexuality within your terms.
Lovers unite minds boggled.
Stunned by release and please by what has been unboxed.
Sensuality carafes.
We are adorned as embellished souls in an atmosphere enhanced and enriched by the blitz of our spirits.
Our quintessence epitomizes the scope to a level.
We must come together again.
Our sexuality is sensual.
Let’s engage.
Let’s peak…
To never end this unity.
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Written June 05, 2016!