Sensuality Poems - Poems about Sensuality

I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— that male unknowableness. Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges, you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from a marble and you just want to...

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Bhami Slow down take a run Wobbly—?dribble?— dabble addled eye balls gawking at.. what is that? First encounter of the second kind Clanging?—?clinging?—?cloistering—?changin colours in daytime Running lights off on subway hell Foil coil toil boil the beef stock until sober Heat draws itself up?—from the toes?—to the feet?— up up...

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Bhami Slow down take a run Wobbly—?dribble?— dabble addled eye balls gawking at.. what is that? First encounter of the second kind Clanging?—?clinging?—?cloistering—?changin colours in daytime Running lights off on subway hell Foil coil toil boil the beef stock until sober Heat draws itself up?—from the toes?—to the feet?— up up...

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Tantalize, Hypnotize. Insatiable lust fortifies Monopolize. Imploring eyes. Submit to temptation, mesmerize. All signs of resistance attain demise. Utter ecstasy, reaching unreachable highs. ...

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Don't you dare whisper a warm breath on my shoulder, Or I might become even yet more, steamy and bolder! Here~on this intoxicating, Western, autumnal night. I wish I were, I wish I might, be your amorous slave tonight! Like a scented, rainbowed candle, joyfully melting into you. Becoming not one rainbowed glorious person, but a divine two. A destined, waxing...

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I want to spoil you, Draw closer until our lips meet In a long, slow kiss of passion. My lips slide down your neck, Tracing the veins softly, Feeling your pulse under my touch. I go lower, finding your nipples, And let my tongue do the trick— Circling each one with care, Rolling around the areolas Like laying out a red carpet. You press my head...

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Sultry softness beckoned by a thousand touches caressing the air that encircles the body divine chillingly embers buried deeply in the soul of passion burns charging the heart’s desire yearning smoldering aglow with captured fire incinerating levitating flames of desire flickering in exquisite madness emerging surging with thrusts of pulsating dreams searching for velvet at midnight...

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innocence memorialized in candlelight as we sit and dream in its gleam of flickering and playful flames timeless and free flowing finding each other in the midst of longing vigilant in the rapture of a touch reimagined ritualizing the oneness of our being connected in the purest form within the glow of warm light and soft wishes without the barriers of the tick-tock clock endlessly -...

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Sensuality is in the movements, the glances shared, In the timbre of the voice, a magic that's rare, It's in the wrinkles, and scars, with pride, Worn with a special chic, a confident stride. For sexuality is a force, a magnetic pull, A captivating energy that makes hearts full, It's a spark that ignites, a fire that...

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the sun casts its light with an artistic glamour lying on the sea...

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Fashion’s symbolic sensuality draws eyes, stir passions and maybe even resentments! =] Of course, maybe you’re above worldly conceits, above fashion. YOU, go through life as unaware as sinless Adam and you’re excessively handsome, or pretty, obviously. But for the rest of us - fashion is the medium of our beauty and God created Paris for...

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Be the enchantress, Drive them to loving madness, Watch the moon undress. Rhymed Senryu July 21, 2021 ...

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Being sensual isn’t necessarily about sex. I recall a night of such immense innocent delight that all my senses -heightened- far exceeded my teenage expectations of romance. My sense of sight had already been triggered from the moment I first met the young man whose eyes so flirtatiously met mine. As sweet as chocolate, his eyes melted me. His smile was honey and...

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So intimate is, spectrum of love hues sublime Vivifying our body, through touch sensory As we meld into ambedo trance every time Rekindling thereby, our pristine divinity Sensuality heightened, if we be present Imbibing subtle nuances within our heart Thought rested awareness, flowing with the current At each instant, throb of bliss ignition restarts So intimate is, our continual breath flow Pranic energy, percolating...

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There is nobody like you in my universe. My body, is your body,meshing in our sparkling celestial mortality. Nothing satisfies me like the thought of you, or being with you on black velvety twilights Your Greek spirit makes my pen flow with endless ink. So bound to you in love and art, I shall never shrink. Let's stand before the mirror...

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