Sensual Poems | Examples of Sensual Poetry

Slathered in sweat Warmed by the light Joyful smell of wet Bathed in simmering warmth Bringing the gleam Of skin shinning Moon bathing at midnight...

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We are natural bodies outside engaging spiritual souls inside So also, and with more significant integrity in this domesticated desecrating lack of thriving home We are timeless souls with spacious bodies Sexual souls with sacred bodies Sensational sages called to musing ordinations, sensexual singing souls communing sacred dancing bodies Inside pleasure history's reweaving healthy rites outside passion mystery's re-ligioning wild wealth sights Of natural wilderness bodies restoring spiritual sanctuary souls. ...

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I never said it should have been But boy it sure was fun The thought of us together The thought of us as one Beyond my wildest dreams! I've had Big ones where snowstorms reigned, Hot ones where fireplaces roared And we added to the flames But take away the snowstorm Take away the flame Take away what passion comes From calling...

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Did you hear me say your name last night? I spoke from 'top the hill Drenched in sweat I'd reached the height Then collapsed and lay there, still I slept awhile, woke up, and then Climbed up and reached the peak again Once was nice but you can bet Twice was even better yet...

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I am the rose the night can’t drown,? A bloom that leans when skies turn down.? A myriad stars above me glow,? While serpentine winds around me blow. The lunar hush, it knows my name,? A girl of light, a heart of flame.? Soft, but built of root and thorn,? A thousand times, I’ve been reborn. One...

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I caught his gaze Raking every inch of my body Creating a mental trail For his tongue to follow. He has no clue How much i adore his lusty eyes When they meet mine, But what follows Is still raw and raunchy Only in my imagination....

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Do you know how much I love you? Mere words just cannot say Do you know how much I want to feel Your lips on mine one day? Do you know the thoughts and dreams I've had? The kind not for display But published in another place A passionate array...

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Within the twilight of the witching hour, where dreams mingled with reality, your tongue, a sacred blade, flicks me open— each unspoken word unfurling from your lips presses against the ache of mine like a spell. And I gasp— my lungs filled with stardust sighs, as explosions of nebulae grace the dark behind my eyes. "The clouds parted like the pursed lips of...

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A dream of you and me A beach house by the sea A stroll along the shore Knowing we want more But this gets better yet Wait until sunset Stars and Venus rise Desire's in our eyes It's still a little soon Not before the moon And then a night of bliss Commencing with The Kiss A waiting music stand A blanket on the sand A...

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I sit here thinking alone in the rain, thinking of my sorrow, misery, and pain. I sit here listening to the thunder crashing down, knowing my life is better when you’re around. As I sit here watching the storm roll on, all I think about is you, and how you are gone. As I look at the dark clouds above, I sit...

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You tried to lead me (surely) by the hand across the shallows but we were both too drunk and the stones too slick so we slid stumbling and laughing, falling toward each other all the way across and upriver (rocks bruising our feet) until we were concealed by the night. We held each other close in the dark noisy water that swirled lovingly over our skin like a mother’s...

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His name rhymes with cake, Sweet not only for my sake, But also tender While showing his own splendor, While making love in shower. ...

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Beaches sceams, cursing the night. "Memories buried in the wravering wash of time". Forgot what you were calling me that night. Like sand covering with the tide. We lost what was in sight, But knew we're right there It only takes time, For bad "Memories buried in the wravering wash of time" Sand and years cover them. Let the good wravering memoires Show our...

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Cocoon of late afternoon, amber-shuttered, the day on hold for each secret moment in sweet suffocating gold, trembling to touch the sensual warmth of its coiling comet; to let it travel, let it all unravel, feel it unfold a fan of gold across his face and see the day through hints and tints of saffron glints; gilt silk enwrapping and caressing lips against...

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