Best Unchaste Poems

In opulence you lie and dream
Of nothing but your Harem Queen
Her honeyed eyes and silky thighs
Those sultry moans and sated sighs
You dream of touching rounded breast
Of dipping into lover’s nest
The scent of jasmine on her bed
You feel her kiss anoint your head
The giddy taste of...

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Let me translate
My love for you
From written.... to spoken....to touched
From syllable sensuality
To physical functionality
From verbal to nonverbal virtual reality

Or better yet
Let me translate them into YOUR language
Yes, I’m a polyglot glutton
craving your satiation
Interjection velocity 
Groan and grope physicality
Touch and tease and taste temerity 
Chaste words...

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Day in, day out… I’m here
softly walking down 
the corridors of your mind
a seductress in search of the room
where you hide your heart

The train of my lace gown trails behind me
my bare feet hardly making a sound
yet my scent…..
my scent alerts you to my presence
and...

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What use are words to me, they cannot trace
The tender touch of fingers on my face
They cannot kiss my lips, they cannot feel
The passion in my heart that’s oh so real

What use are words to me, I need to taste
The rush of flavors of a...

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“The Remaining”

PROLOGUE:  “Terra Firma and The Bitumen”


"The slow descent into Hell
Had led Her mind to escape to Heaven
Her firmament was Her Mind
Her body just a Shell"


Heaven for Her existed in The Dream
She called Her dream, “The Remaining”
She called Her hell, “The Bitumen Road”.
It was...

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I’m tired of trying to tame her
Of needing to blame her
Of trying to keep her colors
Locked within the lines
The sad confines
Of this life

She is there
Always pushing my limits
She’s there
The real woman that I am
The real me
Wild and free
Untamed
Uncontained
Unafraid
Wanting to BE…
To tempt and tease
To possess and...

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My Goddess of Home Furnishings 

I watched you floating in your usual way, always in song..,
though you could not see me.
From between the racks of Men's clothing..,  
at the department store where we both worked.

Reaching up to the light fixtures above,..
Like a Goddess fair...

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Oh how you play me
Sway me
Love to slay me
You game of prey me

Oh how you entice me
Spice me
Naughty and nice me
Heart on ice me

Oh how you move me
Groove me
Smile of approve me
How you behoove me

Oh how you thrill me
Kill me
Fantasy quill me
How you love fill...

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Tearing my soul asunder, a silent scream
A piteous one as in some dreadful dream,    
In a deep sleep but still very much aware,
Was it but another recurring nightmare?
And how so sad, painful and most unfair
No one in this world really seems to...

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Candle of Ishtar glints their eyes to taste
where fireplace burns hushed tones, a smoky glide
and dew anoints waxed mouths, sighs collide,
like unspoken quakes, uttered not in haste.
Lay bare night’s scent, unrelenting, unchaste
peeled garment floats on a lounge of mantle;
there, burst of seeds lodge in her...

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Thiru-Valluvar on Praising the Good Qualiities of Ladies: Canto 112 - Nalam Pinainththu Uraiththal

[The poet devotes the third part of his treatise, the Thiruk-Kural to INBATHTHUPPAAL, the amorous relationship between the sexes, i.e.,  cantos 109 to 133. of which the first seven concerns itself...

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"The Repeat of Fate"

Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued 
fast as a succubus to its walls

rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the...

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A beckoning charmer,
Desire’s erogenous Flower
gratifies homage.
I justly kneel… 
Love must now obey
Pleasure’s quest ridden subjugation
till unchaste voracious waves, xenogenous, yield zealotry.

For Charlotte Puddifoot’s Sensual ABC Contest
September 25, 2015...

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(Somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).



Dear Euphoria,

     Melancholia is one of the more...

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What wonder can compare to what you are?
Omniscient is your beauty and your grace.
Nuancing passion, pulsing like a star
Delightful to my eyes- your form, your face!
Embellished is my life with words from you.
Reality and dreams in them abide.
Fullment of desire, I taste anew.
Unchaste the thoughts...

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