Best Steamy Poems
The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.
The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny slipperiness of moon.
Flames of blue, orange and red won’t be overcome too soon.
Pert rose petals, that once were goosebumpy and ice cold,
scintillate like fireworks until the grand finale’s loosed, uncontrolled.
Warm breath in a cold Winter’s steamy and a restless beast.
Lips lavish over late night feast, matches singe, sate increased.
Squirming under the leisurely complement of coals, coalescing,
Coolness of a blue lake vaingloriously countering, distressing.
A long midnight’s thrashing, sans pillory; the high beams foray.
Pillow talk, a sensuous squeeze, a high-diving elixir bouquet.
Ah those stars brilliantly glowing on a long Winter’s night!
Those limbs blush, rose petals crush, with unfettered light.
Sometimes it gets too steamy
Reality insists
On distorting our perception
As this heartbeat still persists
Sometimes it gets too frosty
When the winter comes to call
We scrape to see the road ahead
A strange fear that we'll fall
Sometimes though, there's a new mist
Corrupting twenty twenty
A sadness from a place within
An absence and an empty
Yet crystal clear is memory
Hopeful brightness never lost
As misty doesn't linger
Whether tears, or steam or frost
I see you in deep thought of me,
and I ask myself if I should ripple your complexion..?
I gaze in those reflective eyes,
And simmer yet swim in those limpid pupils,
Staining your liquid sheets.
While subtle things begin to heat...
...Love’s stir infuses us as one concoction.
As souring...sweaty lemon juice…
...beads from both of our shiny brows,
…I lowly steep in you.
Bubbling suds of passion,
...conclude our boiling saga.
I in you...you on me...water and tea,
Together we make...a nice warm beverage…
…for the world to sip our love.
Stirred
Reawakened
Feverish memories
In unison hearts pulsating
With torrid intensity
Of eons ago
A lifetime
Lost in a universe
Of cravings ablaze
Steamy and wild
The days of our youth
A world unto themselves
Devoured
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on January 6, 2020
My patience is tried.
My love life has died.
I'm full of pride.
I need you on the inside.
I want hot steamy relations.
It is very hot in here.
I had fear of what will happen,
If I ever see you again.
I know how I will begin
I know that I never want
It end. I don't care at this
Point who sees or hears
I know that I will shed tears
Of joy because I've waited
Too long boy. I can't take this
Anymore. I want you to be
At my door right now. I will
Bow and show you how much
I missed you and begin to do
What I love to do with you
And only you. I can go for
Hours, for days, for months,
And years. I just want your
Butt over here, my guy,
For hot steamy relations,
Time and time again, just
Get here and take away
All of this drear. Hot steamy
Relations I no longer have
Patience. I want to give in
To you. I want you dude
Come over hot steamy relations
And adjust my attitude.
1-27-11
Shower steam clearing
Your exquisite body forms
Craving your nearness
POEM BASED ON AN OLD JOKE
A village copper was on his beat
When he saw a parked car rocking
The rate that it was moving
It really was quite shocking
The windows were steaming up
He flashed his torch through the window
A couple were on the backseat
The ladies legs were all a kimbo
The guy winds down the car window
Saying I’m with my dance partner Fran
We’re trying to perfect the Tango
We do it wherever we can!
The copper goes about his duties
Later he comes across the same car
It was parked around the corner
The ‘dancers’ hadn’t moved too far
Again the car was rocking
This time to a latin beat
The pace of it was shocking
again the couple were on the back seat
So he taps upon the window
This time the lady pops up her head
She says we’re practising the Foxtrot
I must perfect my moves with Fred
The copper says he will be on his way
As he gets a mobile phone call
The couple climb into the front seat
Hoping their engine doesn’t stall
A little while later he sees the same car
It is rocking at an alarming rate
There's condensation running down the windows
The occupants he is about to berate
So he bangs upon the window
Saying I bet you're doing the Bossanova
The red faced girl says no officer -
I'm doing the boss a favour!
7/28/18
Dear Bob,
I see you here in poetry class each day
And always imagine us sharing a kiss
I’m shy, not one to put on a display
But not to reach out would be remiss
The feelings I’ve been holding inside
Are accompanied by some fantasies
I imagine our wedding, being your bride
But when I try to talk to you, I freeze
You’re such a hunk and a quarterback too!
I cheer for you during every game
There’s no way to ignore a love so true
But I doubt you even know my name
I’ll be at the dance, wearing a teal dress
So if you don’t already have a date
Let’s slow dance and share a tender caress
Go ahead and kiss me, raise my pulse rate
A more handsome classmate I’ve never seen
Your big, blue bedroom eyes are so dreamy
If another Soup gal looks your way, I’ll turn green
So seek me out and we’ll make your car steamy
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
*Written by Carolyn Devonshire for Michael’s “Passing a Love Note” contest
walking slow, oh it could be called dancing
crowded with Bourbon Street night people
music filling the air, we stop every so often
wrapped arms around each other and swayed
firing up to the already hot-blood New Orleans
seems to affect all the out-of-town tourists and
the nights are specially made for physical reaction
big easy, sin city, whatever, a city of cool coitus
her willowy body pressed so close to mine
her face in my neck nuzzling and groping
I feel her eyelashes teasing, pleasing, my neck
we're fused together with lover's super glue
she broke away, her café au lait eyes dancing
as she tiptoed up to speak softly in my ear
in her intense and absolute Cajun accent
sha, we gon stay out heah on da street all night
lovely Denise didn't need to say anymore
I danced her back to her pad above Galatoire's
and it wasn't just to get the grime off when
we showered with plenty of soap and water
The music soft,the candles flickering the light of the room.
Your skin I feel the softness of the apperance it betrays
My fingers you feel at play through your curves.
Your valley I run deep with excitement of my tongue.
The taste of your pleasures I endure every juice.
The touch of my lips you feel its tug of your tingles.
Your emotion running wild as I explore you futher.
Finding my way through your peaks and around the tips I flow.
The sensation of your passion I explode of love for the soul.
As I caress you gently and love you even more.
You find me near your neck whispering sweet love of the soul.
The spots I touch you've never known.
But the love we make together be like hot steam in the room.
But the pleasures we both would indure.
Just from me being the man making love to you.
And everything you are that would make us so perfect in bed.
Steamy Friend
Hot sizzler
Steamy friend
Stormy Sunday
Here again
Let it go
Feel the flow
Ocean roars
All outdoors
July fly
Lights the night
Solstice glow
Magic sight
Slow hazy
July noon
So lazy
Cancer moon
August ways
Shorter sun
Dog days nigh
School’s begun
Cool on down
Steamy friend
Your grand time
Gone again
7/29/16
“Ice cream, ice cream
two for a quarter”
but we were already lining up
Mr. Softee’s* song beckoned
sultry vacation days in the suburbs
no air-conditioning back then
not one neighbor had a pool
so “Slip ‘N Slide was the way to keep cool
bedtime came before summer’s sunset
but only after Dad’s nightly stories
sometimes funny, sometimes scary
he made them up as he went along
weekends were wild at the Jersey Shore
sun, sand, surf and boardwalks
but it was the family time I loved most
as I dreaded that first school bell
*Mr. Softee was an ice cream truck similar to the Good Humor man.
Entry for the “Summer” Contest
Summer in the Suburbs and at the beach
rich hot chocolate
a lil' touch of peppermint
and whipped cream on top
Steamy Romance
Singing songs of love
As we drift off in slumber
neath the stars below
Hot steamy romance
while we don't kiss and tell of
our hypnotic dance.
Written: Sept. 23, 2014
Yvonne
a campfire kiss
ignites love's conflagration
.......mosquitoes hover
tan lines and tee shirts
sun block SPF 50
....a slippery slope
sensual moments
a pollinators duty
......unrequited love
John G. Lawless
©6/28/2021