Passion Romantic Poems | Examples
These Passion Romantic poems are examples of Romantic poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Romantic Passion poems written by international poets.
I will penetrate your mind
when I walk through the door
Making love to your heart
while you're crying for more
Sexually captivating your body
with tenderness and care
Sense of passion
will send you walking on air
Blissful thought ascending your mind
with joy
Intertwining with a sensation
filling every void
Flip you over, open you up
while the beginning is wet
Tongue moving forward
at the moment of climax
Thrusting to the object
as you go back and forth
Insinuating the feeling
as I come toward you
To finish with the vision
of an ecstasy touch
Thinking to myself
why I love you so much
I want no further thoughts of woods each day.
I hold all found and lost on one same eve.
The pangs of loss in memories replay.
From morn to night my heart does steady grieve.
As velvet satin she did clothe my soul.
Each spark in our embrace held love’s best ache.
That she did lay in leaves with me was scroll
My yearning heart had inked for loving’s sake.
In leaves we wove as two inside one dream.
Our passion rose beyond all we had guessed.
The bear I did not see before her scream.
I fought but dead in leaves she lay undressed.
Always red leaves amass around that bear;
Awake or not that view is my despair.
star brightness gambols my way
sparkle of sunshine sugar
passion like warmth of brandy
concoction that thrills
Sizzling hot this passionate fire.
Whispers of erotic desire.
Ecstasy the cards that are dealt;
entice sensations to be felt.
Tantalizing dreams will inspire.
Sweet is the honey that's flowing.
Enjoyment of touches showing.
Nerves tingling with every caress,
soft and slow, each done with finesse.
Addiction to pleasure's growing.
Tempting and teasing with delight.
Indulging thrills that will excite.
Obsessions of lust perfected,
never-ending bliss infected.
Our love is consummated this night.
The heart will speak
with consent or not!
Will not be ruled
by logic Schooled –
Passion, a heart’s signet beat --
lesser thumps, go unrecorded.
No-way will a heart
be easily pacified – openly
bleeds~ inclined selflessly to feed
out...
Nor mere band-aide can
stem such profuse pouring, short of
a tourniquet noose -- its own rope
and spruce.
Yes, at its best, the heart cherishes,
and then, a pity, its own happiness
sometimes will raid – though the owner
tries reason, a world of intellectual appeasing,
the heart will simply not play nice -- will
not take its own tenderizing advice --
Will not let other source direct nor persuade --
The heart, of itself, both master and maid!
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Two weary hearts call out in yearning song,
both searching for a dream to heal their soul.
The touch of love's been absent for so long;
their needs grow bold as passion takes control.
Each lonely spirit hears the other's cry
and journeys quickly to that gentle tone.
Upon approach, a bond they can't deny
as twin flames melt into a fire that's grown.
The blaze engulfs their hearts as beats combine,
a perfect union formed within this heat.
Consumed by adoration so divine
they feel that restoration is complete.
Surrounded by a newfound love to share,
they know this is the answer to their prayer.
Last night I had a dream...
I stood up on a cliff
beneath a lighthouse
looking out upon a stormy sea.
And suddenly there you were,
your hands slide around my waist,
your arms wrap me in your warmth,
your kiss caressing my neck and shoulders.
The waves beat furiously
and you held me tightly.
Your lips softly kissing my ear
as the wind encircled us.
But then something woke me
and the dream came to an end.
That is,
until it begins again...
It's time to play, your chance to tease,
massage my mind and gently squeeze.
Seductively, you'll dance for me,
attentively, you're all I'll see.
Your tempered touch will fuel my dreams,
invade my world, ******* my screams.
My blood will rush, my body yearn
to taste your heat, sizzle and burn.
Your whispered words will scream and shout,
your tongue will probe, your lips will pout.
You'll fondle flesh and slowly strip,
your fingers will splay, stroke and dip.
You'll take my passion deep inside,
unleash your hunger, own the ride.
We'll fight fatigue's ferocious kiss,
all guns blazing... We'll die of bliss.
Poets say that Love is everything
Artists give it much but just a start
Convinced hearts like paintings
Forever in progress I sense having
Dabbled also in studios of romantic
Art --
A brush stoke here, a warmth
Of color, unsigned for Love’s
Playful compositions when true
Never entirely done –
The poet writes, the artist shows
His voice charms, Her canvas glows
Everything lost, everything won
No greater wager than chips of love --
The rose, Nature’s fragrant
Enchanter – inspiration of poets
Our preference for themes of romantic
Banter
Embracing her velvety flutes and
And silky arm swirls
Genuflecting servingly at her sacred
Scented altar
Is there more to be said of such
Endearing essence that has not
Already been amorously written
And gushingly read?
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Perhaps highlight further
Her blood-like red -- rebleed years
Of greenless stems and deeply
Penetrating barbed thorns?
Or simply allow her to be
A manifest less complex rarity
Never linking her heavily to our own
Vein letting excesses and soul shredding
dooms
Affirm royally the Rose’s purpose, above all else
Simply to reside as another of Mother's perfect garden
Blooms --
There is no dragon's fiery breath,
no black knight's sword that deals death,
no creature of the land or sea
that could keep me from possessing thee.
There is no thing that I could find,
not strong ale nor sweet wine,
even Merlin's herbs and such
pale beside My Lady's touch.
There is no rose that could smell as sweet,
no maiden fair that I might meet;
no blazing star in the sky above
could ever outshine my Lady Love.
There is no challenge I would not take,
no quest too bold for me to make,
no ties from which I would not part
to win my fairest Lady's heart.
On my honor this I swear,
all my life with you I'll share,
I pledge my sword, my heart, my name,
pray tell me My Lady you'll do the same.
Laying underneath the stars,
on a warm silent night.
Our arms are wrapped around each other,
and everything feels right.
You kiss me sweetly and softly,
I feel your warm gentle touch,
I hope you feel loved,
under the sweet night sky rush.
My world before me is perfect.
There's nowhere else I want to be,
except laying underneath the stars
hand in hand, you and me.
Just when everything is perfect,
and you seem so delicately sweet,
a rush of wind comes past me
and I'm swept off my feet.
Nothing could be more right,
there's nowhere else I want to be.
Let's take a walk my only love,
Hand in hand, you and me.
In the art of love
one must be concerned
not with just the painting
but with each gentle stroke
that completes its beauty.
Your gentle aura of eros envelops me.
Your gaze and kiss make me raise a sea.
Your serpent penetrates my womb-to-be.
You are on top of me for the rest of eternity.
You gentle smile of love romances me.
In your eyes I can finally see so clearly:
You and I are soulmates always meant to be.
You hold me close giving me sense of safety.