Erotic Poems - Poems about Erotic

Ardor abated Bodies both Collapse Damp Erotic Fulfillment Gains giddy High Intense Kiss keepers Lingering Melting moves Nestle Narvana Optimal Passionate Release Sated Touch Unleashes Verve vapor Whispers wanting Xanadu Zees ...

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an erotic bike ride as we rode along, she said she wished that she was my bike that she liked how i pedaled and...

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Why mi heart would seh yes, When de world might cry no? De fire inside mi chest Burn hotter dan volcano glow. Mi queen, mi gyal, mi free bird, fly high— Ah see yuh in yuh glory, nuh chain could tie. Yuh skin glisten, de moonlight kissin' De...

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I love feeling you within me, going even faster. I love having you within me, going even deeper. I love vocalizing about you in pleasure, going louder....

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With your licorice lips kiss me fast Send me over the mandarin moon Give my rear a playful smack Like red rose let us romantically bloom Be my shadow match my dips In peach pool of love guided by hips Drink me like wine take sensual sips With hearts entwined tighten green grip My skin is warm wet and soft Like a fire...

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A brisk blue rain is like a greeting It can be cold or warm long or fleeting Rain has always been erotic to me Like fuchsia foreplay of clouds sky draining Nectar of lavender love from heavens heart Refreshing red buds and baptizing green park Causing my hair to curl fluff then fly Releasing denim despair despite Beauty of day night or scorn...

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Please. Please — (I ache desire) …So Let us drop our clothes to dress the floor And breathe a pause in our dance of alluring To flavor the anticipation With our eyes reflection of our passion’s eager invitation For your paced approach… ...

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You gripped my hips, not my heart you stoked the fire on my lips, sent me sprawling through an abyss and left my body tangled in sweat drenched sheets alone. you wove a wrathful web of wantonness, slid your sin down my throat and left me with a searing thirst, emptiness. you filled me, lathered me with bliss, coated me...

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Girl, you're beautiful can I call you ebony? Nefertiti, my black Nubian? your skin is like a clear midnight. Everything about you is fine I'm digging the curves of your thighs trippin on your full chocolate lips as your chest rise. Perspiration is falling like diamonds trickling down your breasts I want to make earthquakes, desires as I touch your...

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I can't imagine him in bed, Chick lit needs to be read, Draw down his manly jocks, Does he leave on his socks? Imagine the thrills, Before our cardiac pills, Is this erotic? I say, Whose love resonates today? Ah, it's ephemeral bliss, Sending him my loving kiss, On snogging there is no ban, Biohazards, our human span!...

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The sky wears the colour of the beautiful sea / the wind whirls with storm dangling on the nuke of gravity /As I kneel beneath the dusky tresses of the night clouds / unwinding the cluster of the Queen’s cantrips like a slave in a museum of memories after a war / astir the trills...

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Written: September 23, 2023 No 1243 New Poem Only Sponsored by: Brian Strand A Quintain CArPe DIeM _____________________________________________________________ I've been looking for a lover day after day, Some are fresh, others are of stellar sway Horses may be led to river yet...

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There is a spot at the base of your neck that I must kiss I know it will make you groan And the thought of that sound upon your lips makes me moan Our passion is becoming tangible in hangs in the air with our words I can tell that its getting hard to speak without examining it at every turn I want...

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Oh that it were not so easily brought forth - to be called by passion with simple brush of her hand against mine…… for with such my mind does race to thoughts far more erotic...

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Now Buxton is the place to stay when hiking in “the Dales”, But your schedule’s shot to pieces if you’re troubled by strong gales, On a campsite in the Pennines the wind was blowing bitterly I confided to the warden’s wife, “Next year I’m off to Italy”. So I asked my boss for overtime and accrued a tidy sum, My...

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