Woman Sensual Poems

Does it all matter?
That I am gay, I am a lesbian?
Does it all matter?
that I am transgender, I am Intersexual?
or rather Asexual?

tell me,
Why does it...

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Empress of the Night


Veiled in the moon’s ethereal grace,
She emerges from her shadowed place.
A crown of black roses adorns her brow,
Each thorn a reminder of...

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The slightest touch of her magical touch
From her my Ladies loving feathery soft teasing hands as tender and whispy as  As a fluttering Butterflies...

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My Marie, wasted so much time watching
Sat behind your image, I always wondered
Type me another picture, so I can look inside your head
Reach the final...

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Obsessed

Hours and hours practising 
“Practice makes perfect!”
Others have described Antonio’s playing as perfect.
He has played in spectacular locations. Even before Kings and Queens. One day...

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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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Colorful the garb
a perfection
of lovelyness
a bite at resto verso
find a place to dance
ooh you
got me going
aint shame to say
keep on with
the way you're going
Woman you...

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Imagination nude
liquored and lacquered lips
ember-breathing phoenix
..lighter fluid magic
when let loose near a flame..
combustible thigh-highs
when moonshine-high is nigh—
the moon she bathes in dreams

I have you both...

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An escapade sweet as a marshmallow day
when tangerine dreams fed our evergreen stream.
Our magnet attraction neath radiant ray 
did butter the air where the breezes...

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Violins plucking strings
of horsehair, satin ribbons
violet violate a dark
foresaken world
like a beautiful dream 
romance unravels 
the sweet pain 
comes undone
then those wild horses
dance macabre neck-to-neck
racing...

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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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I thought about you lots last night
The moon and I were friends
We kept each other company
Companions 'til the end

I counted sheep to fall asleep
It didn't...

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How wonderful you looked tonight
Those boots you wore were out of sight
You truly are the cat's meow
When you walked in my eyes said, "Wow!"
All woman,...

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She sits on a stone on top of the mountain gazing at universe around her,  a cascade of mountain stands in front of her...

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