Best Sexual Desire Poems
Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still, nor think
Thoughts escape me and I - I - I - ohhhhhhhh
Ohhh Rapid touch
Torment me till I am begging
No, no, no more I can not take it
I shake my head in mock protest
Unable to contain, control -
I have no control and ohhh
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes
yesyesyesyes oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Toes curl and eyes squeeze shut
Tingling body my face is flushed
My head dizzy and I am ohhhhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I am high
Inibreiated on your touch
And ohhhhh, ohhhhh you have not yet
Even entered my warmth with your
Ohhhhhh, your touch drives me to the edge
The edge of sanity,
Shattering the world into a jaged blade
And I forget whatever words I am about to say
Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh, ohhhh I am blabbering
I am ebullient, I am oohhhhhhhh - overflowing
Quickly you slide between spread thighs
Slick and wet with sweet ambrosia
Hard your pelvic hits mine and it is ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhh I am losing my mind
Rapidly I am approaching - approaching - aahhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God yes, God,
Head thrown back, nails pulling your hot skin closer to mine
You ravage my body over and over
Waves flooding my senses - so overwhelming
You pound into me faster and faster
Till it is impossible to tell where one ****** begins and another ends
Ohhhhhhhh, my brain is numb with hot sexual desire
My lips are wide with laughter, sweet bubbily giggling,
Bottomless, Abyssal moans - voluptuous and husky
The squeak of lascivious screams piercing the night
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Any pretty woman turned his head
He liked them all so it is said
Then one day to his surprise
They no longer caught his eye
His sexual desire totally died
A kiss is suppose to make her warm and fuzzy inside.
Leaving her smiling and 110 % satisfied.
A kiss is sensual with tongue and lips.
It's more meaningful when you caress her face with your fingertips.
A kiss is *poof* like magic.
Exploring her mouth with your tongue like go-go-gadget,
She closes her eyes and imagines.
All the places to be kissed and the passion.
A kiss is gentle filled with hot sexual desire.
You taste her spot and she's burning up on fire.
A kiss is exciting, lighting the flame in her sex.
So intense she feels the hunger in her solar plex!
Your kiss is all I think about
without a doubt I run, leap, and shout.
What can I say, when I'm away it's the one thing I miss.
Especially your Eskimo Kiss!
O’ Word
O’ word, for my Bibliogenesis
‘My Dolly’
You are not fatherless
That I love you in the
Mouth of dear one Aesthesiogenically.
I feel you in my Parthenogenesis veins
Like an unfertilized egg
With the traffic-jammed
In my polluted blood.
I Streep teased my desire
That breathes in your mouth.
The world is made up of things-
Things do not speak but have
A language and a reason for being.
I think of the silence of
Your lips I visit to form embryo.
Make me wet with erotic desire
To gratify erotogenically
And mold you in good shape
With the vault of your mouth
So that the world around me
Can hear you in the heavens.
*********
10th place win
Contest: Stream of Consciousness sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
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* In March 1996, the news of the birth of a fatherless sheep in Australia affectionately
named "Dolly" shocked the world.
The possibility that human beings could be cloned too - long the subject of jokes and
science fiction - began to awaken an inner fear. The scientific question should be
answered by human embryologists, the scientists who have the required expertise and
competency. At what point during the cloning process does a human being or human
embryo physically come into existence?
Aesthesiogenic - producing or causing a sensation
Embryogenesis - induction of sexual desire; production of arousal
Erogenesis - erogenesis a production of desire
Erotogenic - producing erotic desire or sexual gratification
Parthenogenesis - reproduction by a virgin or by means of an unfertilized egg
Bibliogenesis - production of books
There are people in your life who will help to make you strong.
The ones that are dead weight, well they simply don’t belong.
We are entitled to our rights, never take it on the chin.
It might be time to clean that porch, so let the sweeping now begin.
Ignorance can be bliss, if you’re not the one who’s under fire.
Color should never matter, nor should your sexual desire.
If you choose to harm my child, in my heart you will be dead.
That is my final answer, I’ve already made my bed.
My youngest son is gay and he makes me very proud!
I’ll stand on any rooftop and shout that very loud.
If you judge a person by their character and the content of their heart.
There would never be a line to draw that keeps us all apart.
I love this brave young man who is my youngest son.
He is the brother of my oldest boy and they’ve kept us on the run.
I couldn’t be any prouder, of the men they are today.
I love you both with all my heart and it will always be that way!
My chest is raw and there are bite marks on my soul
My hands are curled and my overworked libido is dying
And I know
I’m at the place where sexual desire
Becomes physical addiction
The lack of
Your necessary breath
Is a suffocating effect
My blood is black
My lips are dry
My joints are locked
And my eyes are foggy
My body is rioting
Destructively searching
For hidden remnants
Of warm uncontained passion
That I’m withdrawing from
Love’s touch is absent
It’s friction fading
I will desert my body’s turmoil
I’ll return
When It enters you again
Out of comatose depths I awaken
Spirit, body, mind and soul
Wake up! I hear. My dreams are taken
Body’s arousal no control
Wake up! Wake up! Her voice shrills through me
Stimulating tumults of annoyance
I awaken in awe of the beauty before me
Disturbing my inner depth’s response
As I come round from realms much higher
She leans over me and stroking my skin
Evokes in me strong sexual desire
No use when hospital bed I’m in!
I am going on a trip because I need to spend a week away from these aspects.
Don’t burn that money.
Don’t waste it either.
I’ll spend it on something that I dislike.
It may be a venture but since I have spent my money, I can get high.
Clip art are my drawings and they are of beautiful megabits.
I think I am superfly so I play Rock & Roll all night.
Madness
Sheer excitement
Escape to the highest heights of my imagination is when I know who I am and where I have been
Little am I and my jeans are tight.
With my big ****, I walk as if I am filled with sexual desire.
I see myself and smile.
My empire.
I’m feeling something that is so real.
I knew, if I lost focus, I lose my inner being.
So I give self a darn bulge, know that this is my world; therefore, I don’t lose the sensation.
The impression I give is that of confidence.
Self-asserted and assured, I moving up to finer things.
Handsome is the day and the night falls so lovely.
But I need to see what’s mine.
I need to see what belongs to me.
Strikingly, I find that I own so many priceless images.
A landscape I may pick to be serenity.
Or, a portrait is nice for the stillness.
I’ll plant a flower field to enjoy the contentment.
Equanimity is a silent panic.
I am just a being of the higher intelligence.
The noise is a clamor that does not last.
I will be the uproar of happiness.
Such a pleasure to have told you this.
If you want a replica, you may do the same.
That is joy in a virtual domain.
No more is the chance than any other government.
I have ruled this empire as long as I can remember.
Directions are easily to follow.
If you fail, I will not fail mines because all are downloadable.
I do not share my empirical secrets.
I am a régime of systems.
Simulated by thoughts that is pure.
Only I can be the downloader.
I saw alchemy love gods in the hierarchy,
Testosterone that regulates sexual desire.
Phenyl ethylamine makes a person catchy,
Its effect is time-bound but not entire.
A love interest is signaled by Dopamine,
Your attention on the person is alright.
Your blood is set racing by Norepinephrine,
And prompts you for action ‘fight or flight’.
The control of moods goes with Serotonin,
And violent behavior is almost set light.
Released at the moment of ****** Oxytocin,
Influences bonding between the two alright.
Suddenly awoke, many gods and paths that wind
If you don’t mind call me in case more you find.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
4th place win
Contest Personifying science
~Heart opens, Legs close~
If only 'lover' of nowadays could actualize
What real love is and not that type they play second fiddle to.
If they could stand on their toes to solve relationship puzzles
By being rational in their approach (to it).
Then they would have found out
The true meaning of love
And would as well be able to
Distinguish it between its counterfeit.
Real love is true love.
With love at first sight
You can love more than once
And be heartbroken on several occasions.
Love is not sex and Sex is not love.
You can have sex and not necessarily be in love.
You can be in love and not necessarily engage in sex.
Using sex to manipulate a man will eventually fail,
Cos a man may hate you and still have sex with you.
It is self deception to think that
Giving man sex will make him love you.
True love will never force you to engage in sex.
A man who doesn't love you,
Will not change his mind because of sex.
True love comes from the heart and is often unimaginable and unexplained.
If man tells you to prove your love by having sex with him,
You should know he is only using you as (may be one of) his toy.
And if he is attracted to you because of his titillating figure,
Sooner or later, 'better sex' will take him away from you.
Submitting yourself to him as his sex slave is a great mistake and an act of foolishness.
True love will never shame or degrade you.
If a man truly loves you, he will understand your feelings and will listen to you.
He will respect and stand by you.
He won't want you to get hurt
And he will be ready to hold back his sexual desire
Until that holy night.
Be wise!
For: Russell Sivey's "Enlightenment, hope and harmony" Contest.
23rd March, 2013
Her unforgiving lips
Still so temping, Tho forbidden
Maybe its was just lust
Or worst, My one true love
She's now gone with the wind
The rustling of the leaves
echoing in the street
I'm calling out
But I cant hear her sound
I'm always one step be-hide
When I caught her up, I
could see it ….all in her eyes...
If she felt pain
You would see them angel's in heaven cry!
So those rain drops fill the room
Do I pursue.....
As I head up to heaven's gates, Up the escalator
NO ENTRY trespassers with be sent to straight
To HELL.. what do I do...
A broken angel up late, In the only open bar
I guess she's In hell too, trying to heal a broken heart
She orders herself a drink, Something to drown her sins
As she takes her seat
As our two lonely souls passing finally get to meet
My glass was once half empty
is now half, Full
Temptations raging like a bull, My mind going wild
But she been pulling the wool over my eyes
Teasing, Sending my sexual desire into over-drive
But just as falling in love
The ground crashed to bits
The concrete split, In between us ….I'm falling
It Separated our love!, My out reaching hand
Feels your touch, For the last time
As you slip though my hands
I'm calling “Goodbye
my love “you will always be mine
But I'm forever falling...
Her wings spread open
She trying to drag me up, To heaven, But I'm forever
Falling, Falling forever Falling........
True to form, Eileen Ghali spins another tale of romance and passion, a tale of a woman hopelessly in love with….her husband! The Prostitution of My Love is a captivating story of a wife’s incessant need for love, her delirious craving for attention, and the offering of herself to fulfill his every sexual desire, for it is only then when she feels that she is the center of his universe as he is of hers.
Meanwhile, her beauty, charm, and sexual magnetism do not go unnoticed by her colleague, a handsome older man who pays her all the attention, care, and compliments that her hungry heart is yearning for. Will she be able to remain faithful to her husband or will she give in to the aggressive pursuit of this man to win her heart? Will her husband wake up in time to woo her back to his arms, or will his neglect be the final push into the arms of another?
The Prostitution of My love, Eileen Ghali’s strongest work on passion, has all the answers! You don’t want to miss this thrilling tale of love and longing.
I am a double agent
Your best weapon but worst enemy
I am a window of understanding
The phenomenon o fan unexplained mystery
I am the muse of inspiration
And the saint of self-expression
I am the puzzle of your riddles
And the key to your dreams
I am a controversial image within your shadow
A moment within your thoughts, which is not
Without meaning
I am a wish cursing myself
Willing myself away from being
I am a poisoned love spell
And a book you never stop reading
I am a murderous hunter
With all the good intentions
I am a victim of coincidence
And unanswered questions
I am a sexual desire
Desired and loving oneself
I am the light in your darkness
And the darkness of the next light
I am the conventions of society
Writing its next life
Silently
I smile I lick my lips as I watch him enter the cafe
He looks back at me are eyes meet for a second that seems to stretch on forever
His crystal blue eyes entrance me
I take a sip of my latte
He hesitates but comes over
I've seen him in here before
He sits at the table across from me
Sexual desire crosses our minds
He works up the courage to talk to me
I lite up a cigarette
Is this seat taken he asks
I give him a flirtatious smile
No I reply
He sits down
I couldn't help but notice how pretty you are he says to me
I smile
What's your name love he asks
Ashley I tell him
I'm aiden he says
Do you want to get out of her I ask him
Were to he says
The stars I reply
And so our love affair begins
With a kiss that makes my whole body tingle
In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.
Startled I’m like the whirl
Of the breeze on cobwebs
Hanging in every corner
Of this death chamber
Not in use for centuries
Neither I can blink my eyes
Nor breathe my breath
Asleep is the fireplace
With only ashes
Decomposed in wetted firewood
Neither the wisp of fire
Nor the glow of flame.
Rusty hinges on the door
Perforated by rust
Through which holes
Smirk the gloomy bored moon
Seeking shelter for a night
A moment of unpleasant and discontent
Moans like a wild beast
Severe wounds
In inner of the minds
Moans like a cry of spasm
By unwilling sexual desire
Seduced by the enemy
In the defeated war
Echoed from the walls around
Fearing to have an ear
Will shrunk
In the emptiness of the room
At any time the electric shock
May turn the body to ashes
Only a fistful of my breath
Remaining in my body
Will hurried to rebel by
Shattering every words of my poem
Like the old railway lines
Discarded after the war
Hides its originality
In the rust and grassy grooves
Rebels of another kinds
Like the silent crater of sleeping volcano
Erupts and scatters the lava on the earth
Every word of my inner minds
That’s collected in the coarse paper
Only sensed by my wounded heart
Indeed it’s my poem.
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