Humorous Lust Poems

A shepherdess, I’ll call her Heather
Loved coitus when dressed in black leather
High up in the hills
She’s getting her thrills
And getting wet in the wild weather

The...

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Ever been treated like you’re a slice of cake?
By the kind of sleazy men that slither like a  snake?
They’re not the type to give,...

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Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking. 
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps. 
I was smitten beyond...

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Snow White took an unladylike bite
of a big red apple polished bright
	she snoozed quite a while
	he kissed her with guile
and they shared an afternoon delight...

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A tropical fruit is nutritious  
            Bananas are mighty delicious 
A big one...

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I had leaned on the bar of the balcony, when suddenly
My eyes and my mind have captured, from far away
A silhouette creeping down the steps...

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Cheeks were meant for kissing
Hands were meant for holding
Ears were meant for listening
Arms were meant for enfolding

Eyes were meant for ogling
Mouths were meant for stuffing
Hair...

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In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins! 
They turn around and...

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It was the kind of day you step in front of traffic, then dare fate to fold you up in newspaper headlines.  

Oh dreams...

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To say a lover's tongue has class
would only mean to learn
But who is licking for the cause
of being wet to earn

What all would say is...

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There once was an oversexed hedgehog
Who had eyes for an exuberant frog ~
   They had themselves a good yuk
   But then...

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Sal called Cal a lecherous louse
and kicked him right out of her house.
He’d claimed, “I’ve misplaced
my phone,” then in haste
had searched for it under her...

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I am Fantastic!
I'm big and fresh and new,
all for you.
My personality
is fluid and free-
Something cool poured into an ice-cold glass
on a hot day in May.
Take...

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I'm stepping out of the shower
with the towel wrapped around my waist,
the doorbell rings, I trip on my shoes...
I grasp for air; good grief, it's...

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C ascade of women fLowed through his hands 
A rdent adventures - his lIfe long plans 
S triVing for social perfection
A chieved by means of...

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