Marriage Sensual Poems

Please.  

 Please —
  (I ache
     desire) …So
Let us drop our clothes to dress the floor
And breathe a pause...

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Some guys just want you for sex
And I can see that
But I really think that would be doing you an injustice
I want to know the...

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When I was growing up
I was so struck by the beauties
I Saw on TV and in magazines
I became obsessed with thinking about them
One day I'll...

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You wrap yourself 
in the feather boa fantasy of his dreams
sinuous you; X-rated and never sated
dancing to rock ‘n roll— 80’s dated

welcome to the conjugal...

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Roses spread with lace garter;
Boutonnière and charter.
Green meadow eyes clung to lass.
Juliet was upper class.
A shepherd was he, with crook.
All gentle men, she forsook.
Under the...

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His eyes
bore into mine
they send a signal
S.O.S.
help me
I’m in for it
No escape
Those eyes melt
I melt
I’m undone
The sheet, like a billow,
the wind rises
under its skirt
Us ladies,...

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familiar bonding
warm and cold front sensation
cessation of sole
ding-donging of bells so wed
coming together again...

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Patience

Sitting all day with a fishing rod in hand
By the pond, 
Return home with empty bucket 
in the evening, 
Is called patience.

Passing every day in...

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aye to zye
   won two infinity
    first in first out
     last in last out
  what...

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Do you remember the time when just a flickof skirt
Would cause such a reaction that it very nearly hurt
But a carefully folded overcoat avoided any...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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the wild ride, you in driver’s seat
accelerating slow-
ly. you’re in charge of my heartbeat -
no brakes in paradise.
the final momentum a feat.
soul-stirring breaths, in flight,
free...

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Kitana Mansa what words speak me
there shredded or triffled
the shoes of tired men
Mansa Kitana sing that
you are songful
the son of pleasant persons
the headjoint of the...

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intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.

neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality...

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They were making love at midnight 
The earth was moving 
The walls were shaking 
The bed was groaning and creaking,
Such passionate love making was nothing...

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