Intimacy Poems - Poems about Intimacy

I think intimacy is more than an endearing human trait -- Intimacy is what we have when defenses are down Intimacy is a lack of fear, with an abundance of trust Intimacy is what we have when we put God First To discover, each of us, is already Tops on His list…....

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I learned what I fear today: Intimacy. I can’t seem to face my raw emotions bluntly; in fact I despise them for being unpoetic Why be vulgar and direct when I can hide behind my metaphors, my harbor; my fantasies, my buffer—between reality and my brain cells too proud to be seen scattered, sprinkled all over— well, nothing Even this moment I struggle to simply write:...

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In the unspoken stanzas of glance, A language of love is skillfully enhanced. Flushed cheeks , shy eyes , Glimmering like starry night skies. The melody of footsteps, a syncronized pace, A duet of devotion in every gaze. Fingers touch, cheeks glow red, Whispered secrets in the heart's closest thread. The eyes deep dialect, a secret code, Conveys the heart's deepest abode. The soft curves...

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When he to touched her hand He said: «Well there’s heat on your skin!» «I can feel it!» «If I had my dick inside you? Right now! …Would it? Would there still be heat? Like this?» Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face; That shade of pleasure that was on his face was burning her up between her thighs she remembered the feeling...

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Her breath was warm with coffee and sin, Laced dark on my tongue, sharp and thin; A bitter taste clung to the curve of her smile, As dawn broke, trembling, and silent awhile. Her hands, soft thieves, curled 'round my waist, Stealing the quiet I longer to taste; The sheets smelled of dusk, of cinnamon's ghost, Of promises lost, of love turned...

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I’m a woman with class and I come with a little bit of sass I work hard and I am working to achieve my dreams Making it in this life is not always an easy thing There’s so much on my mind I need to feel at peace and that’s where you come along You know how to loosen...

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Intimacy. Such a funny feeling? yet something so revealing. Clothes are removed one by one, but not many people wait for a certain someone. They crave intimacy, and they begin with anybody. From the way that you touch, barely but full, and as the lights go out and the room goes dull. That’s not what...

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This poem is featured on YouTube (The Convergence point with Dr. Ivan Edwards), bringing its words to life through spoken expression. Do not just hear—listen. Let her voice settle in your bones, not as sound, but as meaning, as truth that lingers long after words fade. When you listen, she melts into devotion. Look at her—truly see...

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I’d like to slip behind the silence of your eyes, to wander the remembered roads your footsteps once believed in— to see what you saw, to feel the ache of your longing before the world taught you what not to reach for— and to find the child who once asked why— and is still waiting for an answer. I’d sit where memory holds its breath in the dark, listening...

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writing you these words to love you in the form of prose as I’ve loved you by my fingertips and in the beating mechanism of my soul, the being and un-being of it all so let me touch you still, memories new and far ...

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"Sacred Waters" In the hush between the stars and sea, She rises, quiet, wild, and free. A tide that stirs with breathless grace, A rhythm time cannot erase. Not just of body, but of flame, A current no one dares to name. She pours from places deep and wide, Where gods and ghosts and dreams reside. Her waters bloom without a sound, A tremble shaking...

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If I were a baby’s breath I’d be the sigh that bends the wheat as dawn slips by a gentle chinook that softly speaks a river’s pause….. before it breaks the soulful love itself remakes. If I were the moment I'd be the one star that pierces through the dark where moons align and two hearts become a place thoughts dissolve where...

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Intimacy’s no guarantor of pleasure ~ Loneliness knows what to measure ...

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"Four Days" Four days bathed in golden light, Held so soft, yet held so tight. You cared for me in ways so rare, With quiet hands and tender stare. You fed my soul, you warmed my skin, A gentle touch, a love within. Cooking, laughing, easing time, Each moment...

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Ardor feels are divine Bodies erotically entwine Caresses eagerly connect Desires meet to intersect Emotions feed passion Fondlings sassy fashion Gasps praise movement Hearts pump excitement Intimate whispers tingle Joining lips mingle Kisses feed desire Loins share ardor’s fire Moving hips enthuse Needy bodies fuse Outcries express zeal Pleasure pulses appeal Quenched libidos slake Ravenous wants take Silk sensuality grooves Tantalize rhythm moves Unleashed hunger plunders Velvet kisses thunder Waves ebb and...

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