Sonnet Lust Poems

Tis brisk, this love, that rounds her abs with haste.
With dawn of quick pursuit, she trembles light.
His eyes, they stroke the lamb, her wooly-chaste.
Her long...

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For love cannot abide a troubled soul
Nor hold the trembling hand of aging fear
Lest it succumb as doubt makes it less whole
And yet deny its...

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He’s both a vampire and a gentleman, 
she longed to be a bride of the shadows;
They connected on a wooden dance floor;
To her he appeared...

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The secrets that we keep leave us fevered
in those moments when we must be apart;
Your spirit circles me throughout the day 
I moan as our...

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Your skin like leather 
my bulletproof vest
inkling tubes 
tuxedo of flesh 
harness me
hand on chest 
in between sheets 
stringing me along like a kite 
refrained...

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The pleasure of sex is a permanent case, to ensure the survival of the human race

In having sex there is no shame, for this desire,...

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There are those who say the moon has no voice
That it hangs alone in icy silence
Mocked by the twinkling of jealous stars
A corpse illuminated by...

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My fire must have an equal match;
Kiss me, use nails, and leave a scratch;

Boss me around be aggressive,
grab me fast show me impulsive;

I’m not a...

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Out of the window flew dreams I once owned,
viewed by my presence with a wistful eye,
nurturing a hope, that they’d return honed,
as transcendental bliss, that...

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In the dusting of the Springtime
Fate spawns a tale of passions need
To instigate with warming touch
The flowering of longing seed

Love’s tenderness adrift and pure 
Awaft...

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So, Saint Paul, you faced a thorn in your flesh?
I can hardly hide my envy tonight.
Softer and smoother than hay in the creche -
My cross...

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Whose heart was most wounded, ancient Adam,
when lovely Eve, once apple of your eye,
appeared not only your fair, sweet madame,
but also passion's plaything doomed to...

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A love as hot and tempting as rising dough,
     like fruit, is most ripe in the spring of life.
So slake the...

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Infatuation the prerequisite for love 
It's a bonus toward love it self
A point toward TRUE LOVE  partly LUST
It's ON THE PATH OF PASSION you...

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Ice. Is it the movement of your fingers
as they lay chills all over my burnt skin?  
The kind you only feel when you’re indoors;...

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