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He runs his fingers through your
hair
With each stare
A kiss of passion left you
bare,
Your inner most secrets seemed
to fly out of the door,
but when he unzipped your pants
The sensation of emotions filled
you to the core.
He begins to enter your pool of
roaming,
Moaning to the actions of each
thrust one can trust.
The education he's teaching can
be taught as lust.
The venture took you to another
place,
As he sips on the fine wine and
face.
The dribble did not go to waste,
cause he went down for another taste.
The both of you reached
High peeks
discrete, yet reaching the goals each seeks
that will last for weeks.
Making love is an art and fashion
When it can give you a since of
' passion'.
Tiffany Saxon
A Poem of Sex
A poem of sex
But not in this text
I just used this title to see
~
If you would come
Looking for fun
And open this poem by me
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You will not find
Words of that kind
No moaning passionate steam
~
Two of the night
Not in this write
All of these verses are clean
~
Lips locking soft
Hearts now aloft
Maybe what you did expect
~
Candlelight flame
Screaming a name
Glistening skin, beads of sweat
~
Sensual sighs
Quivering thighs
Erotic moments to trace
~
Euphoric throes
Fingers and toes
Sorry you’re in the wrong place
~
None of that here
Let’s make it clear
Nary a stanza reflects
~
Words that you see
Written by me
Titled, “A Poem of Sex”
Well, it is against the rules...right?
It started when I saw you
Those seductive eyes
Those luscious lips
That pretty little smile...
Those tasty looking hips...
I wanted to kiss you,
I wanted to taste you...
I wanted your body on top of mine...
I couldn't resist you...
The way you talk...
The sexy way you walk...
Every time you look at me,
We would talk and we'd laugh,
I'd blush one second...
Bite my lip the next...
I'm sorry Ma'am...
It must be sex on my mind.
So I decided to take a ride
I drove for miles and miles
Just to get to her...
The house was a deep blue...
But the inside was a dark red.
I was trembling but she was wet...
Soft, sweet and wet...
Laying across the bed,
I slowly began to spread her legs,
She let out a gasp...
The moment I placed my tongue inside...
I went up and down,
And all around, in circles.
Her moan was music to me...
She gripped my head and pushed...
Pushed my face in deeper and deeper...
I loved the addictive taste...
She came all over my face...
And I happily slurped each drop.
But i wasn't done...
I bent her over and did the same...
No shame...
No shame in my sex game.
She's moaning and screaming
And it's all music to my ears...
Definitely sex on my mind...
She sat on top
And began to ride...
Too bad i couldn't hide...
These soaked bedsheets...
Time passed and she kisses me
Endlessly...
Ooooooh, the thoughts of her...
The sight of her...
So seductive...
So juicy and wet...
I reach my climax...
And on her chest,
I spelled her name....
I spelled mine....
She smiles at me and then she said...
Sex was on your mind.
The sky edged at the hazy horizon, a solemn slate,
where the raucous cloud clumps on wings of storm ride.
For the sun to set for the dreary night they don’t wait,
unleashed, in rampant rage they well up and glide.
The opaque sky is shaken and shattered asunder,
deluge of moaning drops descends in molten torrent.
The endless emptiness quaked by the tearing thunder,
burns in forked flashes in the fraction of time transient.
The fleeting lightning designs cold lattice of azure fire,
lazuli light leaves the somber sound behind,
striking me with deafening echo in the rattling air,
that blazes for an instant making me almost blind.
The sound of falling sky sinks in the quietude of my core,
as the sapphire light shimmers in the serene essence,
I view the lilac lining of dismal cloud I haven’t seen before,
my soul immerses in the bay of bliss with flow of silence.
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May 2, 2023
Contest : Up To 20 Lines
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
*Secreto de Medianoche*
~On this very Night~
I found myself in a
FANTASY
Camouflage in lace,
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air - Arouse
every sexual intention inside
Without a care,
I'm lost in the moment,
Every feeling at this point,
feels erotically insane,
In a seductive way--
the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight - into the night.
(Like the wind)
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight
Circles in motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch myself gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
Embracing the Secrets Inside
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips -
Satisfaction complete!
Back into the realm of dreams.
~Tonight~
:)
I brushed the fabric black fields
of heaven, ripping, a sliver of time
flashed lightning and unveiled
the universe speaking in one voice
With numbing relief I softly run
my fingers cross the firmament
feeling moments ripple in tune
with the song ringing in my bones
I sing with agony and pain
my only voice, I breathe in
bubbles of pure white light
but gasp with a tongue of hope
conversing in unspoken history
I can now carelessly stroll
cutting a swath through sheer will,
across memories rhymed to repeat
I softly tread filling my spirit
with the elation of joy and love
In memory ...
I look back at my footprints
wondering at the million moments
that will vanish on my last sigh
magnetic I gravitate to eternity
And now hands cross my face
as a second counted milli’s,
final gasps are heard in sleep
moaning in tune with the ache
Underneath tomorrow lays forever
trilling for my return to the fold
and collecting stars in my basket
I make stardust as your eyes stroll
My darlings,
You cannot follow
where I have to go
I love you into forever
it will always be so
With the standing greys
my spirit will shortly fly to rest
to see the face of the most holy
I will rest on a white doves breast
I am tired, so tired, I unravel undone
tumbling on forwards
paper fibrils flutter
I've now felt rapture in release,
I am numb and broken in body
falling forever into the night
my eyes are always blurred
as the dawn mourns its sight
reaching out of the dark of the vale
I will find my place in God’s Grace
under relief an earthquake will shake
I already miss your gorgeous face
with a last sigh I am unlaced ...
I remember the day as if it were yesterday,
The snowfall was heavy, we sat and watched it
We hadn’t spoken for god knows how long
Days would go by, me reading and she would knit
But that day we were both in silence, watching, waiting,
This was the only time we weren’t arguing, debating
Then I solemnly rose and went out in the snow
To rescue wood for the fire
And there...in the snow...she lay
What we could not have, longed for and desired
I picked her up, she was shivering and moaning
I placed her in my jacket and carried her
While I listened to her heavenly groaning
My wife who seemed spiritless came alive
When she laid eyes on her
And fussed “place her near the fire,”
I watched my wife gently clean her, delighted from the faint murmur.
It was half an hour when her little eyes open
She was terrified to see us
“Where is mum and dad?”
She calmed as my wife continued her motherly fuss
It was as if she belonged
As if she was ours
We gave her the gifts we bought for the one we could not have
And watched her open then up, we could have watched her for hours.
My wife brought out the huge turkey
We had the best Christmas feast
And finished with double helpings
Of six different ice cream, a special treat.
Then... the knock on the door
I answered it, the police with an old woman and man
“We looking for a little girl, her parents were killed in an accident
And she was in the car when it was hit by a van
Our angel came to the door,
Then ran out and hugged her grand parents
We kissed her good bye
And gave her all the presents
It was a year since we saw her,
We both sat in silence watching the snowfall
Then a knock at the door which broke our trance
And there she was with her grandparents, a lady now no longer small...
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"She walks between this world and that ~
Searching but never finding
though she goes on anyway
Hoping, against all hope
The smell of the wind will tell you
She is out there searching away
Moaning winds blow across the lands
As the smell of her perfume pass's by
It tell's you she is out there searching
As shadows float across the moonlit skies
Her teardrops drip as though they were
midnight thunderstorms plummeting down
She was all of 16 when she took his name
It was the war that took him from her that day
She had no idea till she seen the headstone
She had come to sit beside her mother's grave
She had loved to sit there like that all day
There was a crow that just wouldn't go away
As she turned to tell it to leave her sight
She caught the name that was engraved
She touches the headstone and weeps
As she walks between this world and that
Forever more !!!!!
The old ice house is where it happened
The old ice house where cold still grows
We ventured down the hidden old footpath
By the stream where now only the ducks go
A dare to see past the old iron fence
A dare to go over the ivy strewn wall
To creep through the overgrowth
In the sunken garden where wild flowers grow
'Tis there where we witnessed something strange
An eerie shadow cast over the stone
Behind us fast movement but nothing seen
Though we knew something was watching us go
We stopped and looked at each-other
We knew something now was wrong
Had we ventured too deep past the folly
Had we stepped where no one should go
Now movement happened around us
With sounds unholy and low
Shadows danced through the bracken that shouldn't be
Without some kind of form
As we looked up-ahead we could see
The old ice house entrance; like a hole in the wall
We wanted to go further but we couldn't you see
Because as we looked we saw a dark shadow grow
Then some noise of a squawk type of moaning
Then a figure out of the shadow was born
It looked at us and appeared to stand staring
We both thought it's time we should go
I have never moved so fast with such dexterity
Like a commando I manoeuvred over the wall
Like a jungle cat through the trees
Until I got back onto the old road
I turned to see where you were
I heard movement, some weird sounds, then there was nothing and none
I know this sounds so weird but please you must see
Please Mr policeman I can't tell you where he'd be or where he has gone
But please Mr policeman don't try to see what we did see
Please, please, please don't go over that wall.
In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.
The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully,
each bird taking a turn on point.
All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone,
notwithstanding fears that rend and own us,
of dying unknown.
A Spring day
the flycatcher broke its neck against our bay window
nothing changed.
I buried it, somewhat reverently, in a shallow grave.
No differently, really, than I would a man
who'd died suddenly.
Who'd left footprints in the snow
which became wild lily-of-the-valley, running pine
then snow again in time.
After long enmity
Sally hugs me, asks if I've been happy.
A moment in a year.
February, the light is long, more direct.
It's meaningless, repetitious
but held dear.