Love Sex Poems - Poems about Love Sex

May We Make Love At The War Front? May I Know You While Iron Leads Flies Over Our Heads? May I Know Why Our Bodies Tangle In The Grass; Soaked By Bloods, Sweat & Tears Of Soldiers Of Love? May We Thrust While You Trust Me To Be There With You Till The End. May We Kiss While Canon Balls...

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Pure Love is to Sex Superior And Hate to The Two Inferior: Love to Sex Ever The Senior And Hate to The Two “A Junior To both of them just losing out; By the Referee counted out … Because Hate is ‘A Full Monster’, Sex some of the time ‘Half Monster’ And Pure Love, Lord God’s Endorsed Star … Sex might be to love...

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Place me on your tongue and taste me. Take a vow of silence, and close your mouth so I cant get free, Because neither of us wants that, do we?...

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I've BEEN invited alone into a carefully distinct sex whose sharp fangs comb my thoughts so ghost Within these disarrayed eyes from ground into green zinc coffin with mask i found this memory appears a slab as spine in bits of red and CLARA VENUS scent. :: 12212021 ::...

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The Sea is my lover the shoreline our bedroom slowly he takes me to the Ends of Forever. Ignoring the jagged rocks he comes calling cutting himself on the stones and the shingles. Arriving breathless, he lifts me higher until I crash on the vague horizon. And I am left ...

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You men, having come from the martial Mars, Us women from fetchingly cute Venus, Do for long engage in a game of spars And there’s li’le change in this mutual status. For, feigning love no more than carnal sex, Man’s for long sharpened his pyrrhic war axe, To get loved whilst the fair sex has paid tax, Praise be, pretender that no...

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sultry siren soft whispers this night sweetly singing her hypnotic score- echoes keep my heart from fright logic dispelled and so much more. goddess of my dreams drifting near a melodic chant swirls soothing me- swift this embrace makes it clear love that’s divine in her eyes I see. creature of loving brings me where thoughtful reposes drift in dreams- sighing gently a mesmerizing stare her...

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take me feed this surging lust kiss me with abandon assuage my aching need come to me you must. Torch me scorch my skin build a fiery pyre detonate your passion shake with abandon unfurl your desire. your eyes sapphires aflame murmur in my ear clutch me there seize this twilight pull me near I’ll take you beyond realities conquer your lust trace my fingers in your lair in my hands you thrust. dance with me prance lovely dance relegate me...

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Problem with Adonis was his dogged tendancy To battle heartfelt causes Ominous obdurate tore us Tenure, he died fighting against white supremacy Before he departed, dear reader, acres of passion Burnt sharper than stars Aches when we're apart Tap water sureity came each time turn on happened I never knew how he loved me so tight, intensely I admit I...

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Red and black lights ping off the glass, Inviting her up to the door, Into a world noone taught her in school, To a world where she wants so much more, More life, more lessons, more tools of the trade, A parade of flavors of sauce, Wobbly gadgets made to distract, That she’d only ever seen on a...

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Cycles by Michael R. Burch I see his eyes caress my daughter's breasts through her thin cotton dress, and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra holds his bald fingers in fumbling mammalian awe... And I remember long cycles into the bruised dusk of a distant park, hot blushes, wild, disembodied rushes of blood, portentous intrusions of lips, tongues and fingers... and now in him the...

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Yen! Come to me Undress me And wrap me with your skin Color me with your blood And of course your soul is sheath...

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Sappho fragment #155 translation by Michael R. Burch A short revealing frock? It's just my luck your lips were made to mock! * Sappho fragment #156 translation by Michael R. Burch She keeps her scents in a dressing-case. And her sense? In some undiscoverable place. * Sappho #47 translation by Michael R. Burch Eros harrows my heart: wild winds whipping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks. * Sappho #50 loose translation by Michael R....

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So wildebeest must have a lot of time on their hoofs If you've seen a herd, you'll know they've found the nook They surely enjoy sex Females always say yes Male asks “gnu”? And the task is undertook!...

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There is this fire Burning inside me. A ravaging hunger I need to be next to you Your magnetism is pulling me to seek you out I need your touch Your smell drives me insane My head feels twisted inside With memories writhing Come to me now Oh man I love...

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