Best Sexuality Poems

There is Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual and Asexual.
I don't fit into any of those categories at all.
I'm sexually attracted to myself. I'm I-sexual.
I'm also in love with myself more than with anyone else in the world....

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Already in the bar at about 7:45pm,
as weak as a 'just fed' serpent
my body movements, so slow,
like a turtle, walking in caution of danger,
feeling so stiff like a concrete block,
and even my heart beat, I could strongly feel
which outweighs the noise, music and bells all...

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Are you too shy to suck, lick, and touch?
If so, my sexuality may be a bit too much!

Are you insecure in the bed, uncomfortable trying something new?
I love to wake up to morning head, then return the favor on you!

Are you ready to just let...

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I'm changing as well as you,
I see you in different ways now,
You turn cold winds warm,
A hurricane beneath my ribs,
Twisting and rising as I wonder,
What do you feel when I am also the same?...

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Those sinners in that night club in florida, if you ask me, finally got what was comin for them 

When my father said this to me at our dinner table i could have cried
I could have spoke sermons to him that i have spent years...

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"I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it." ~ Anne Carson, 'Autobiography Of Red'


Red are my cheeks when you compliment me.
	Red is the bacteria in the southern Red Sea.

Red is the blood that has been shed...

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It is funny! 
Very funny how
A masked preacher can preach honesty; 
And even points at the wrongs with his
Fingers of hypocritical righteousness…

We stare with grim satisfaction
Because the black winged Angel 
Ridding a flaming chariot tells a tale; 
And proclaims that God is love, 
Yet he,...

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“Lost Pantheons” 

Alexandrine tragedies
Racine diamond-edged
come and go 
French letters 
blown like leaves
straight up 
into the rarefied air
scattered like lovers
against a body 
of purple vain poetry 
written invisible
on the skin of 
Miss Chance 
Cocteau
spoken with 
joie de vivre crisp
sharp apple-red lips 
painted over 
Comme des Garçons...

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Sweet cream
Georgia peaches
Every pearl has a different feeling
Glistening like rain 
On petals of a rose
Between my legs 
I see her pose...

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Mama says
I’m beautiful 
I’m smart
I’m loved
If this is true
Then why don’t you like me, mama?
How can you hurt me?
How can you face it with empty apologies?
“You aren’t skinny like those girls on TV”
“That shirt makes you look fat.”
“Why can’t you be normal?!”
But why should it...

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Now pick apart
My S E X U A L I T Y
and tell me these traits
That must define me.
From my heads to my tippy toes
Am I more man or Mo?
Dont hesitate 
While you emasculate
They must call you Webster
Because you act like now.

Is it because-

I dye...

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Can you feel me
watching you
from across
the room
from the shadows.

I see you
your absinthe eyes
smoky windows
your essence
in the dark
your form
body of my body

guarded
by a silent moon.

Come to me
bring me
your worlds
your divinities
your essence
that I may
protect them
bring me
your calamities
your tragedies
your heartaches
that I may
eviscerate them

cast them
into oblivion.

Embrace me
touch my body
feel...

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“That body is female!”, they tell me.
At the turn of the moon
It purges itself of its sins,
Washing away what lives could have been,
Punished for failing biological duties.

“That body is female!”, they tell me.
Forever marked with the scarlet letter,
The big, bold, burning red “F”
Branded on the...

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I inhale your scent
exhale my tender intent
a love song which portends
dreamy passion of my fashion.

My gaze of adoration
reflections of adulation
light from your eyes urging
my burning flame surging.

Such a sigh of lust that slips
as I taste the nectar of your lips
it scorches my heart and erupts
divinely...

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Sorry, mom says I can’t 
kiss you - even with grape,
Lysol, safety lipstick  =/

Harsh pandemic facts 
and parents stand against us. 
What a hazardous waste!...

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