Sensuousness Poems | Examples

CONSCIOUSNESS

      Realisation sprouting 
      from intangible intuition 
       twined with
       cognitive impulsion 
       igniting consciousness.

       Conflagrating
       confluence of confusion 
       leads to
       path of righteousness 
       breaking contour 
       of pervasive perversion 
       converging 
       to consciousness.

        Ever-curious 
        eccentric 
        ebullient explorer 
        traveling terraqueous
        guided by 
        retrospective and introspective 
        sensuousness ,
        simultaneous
        to reach
        ecstatic consciousness.

      Sailor soul
      on aimless
      valorous voyage
     on reverie 
     meeting 
     seamless sea
     of enlightenment 
     to touch
     summit of consciousness.

Ladies Dressed Like Gypsies

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That feel the moon,
With romance,
In their fibers,
That desire to dance,
With love,

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That make the nightingales,
And flowers sigh,
In the warmth,
Of gardens and moons,

Its the ladies,
Dressed like gypsies,
That are so sweet,
And tender,
And ofcourse exotic,
That cherish the hymns,
The sensuousness,
Of a long lazy evening,
Where their hems,
Can sway, unwind, and relax
Reynaldo Casison

A Meeting With a Mermaid

In the deep silence of the night when perplexity 
Confuses the mind, I feel your power descend upon me,
Surrender becomes inevitable
As I become malleable under the hammer of love.
 
I view you, approach mid sea, alone, resplendent
In the pale rays of the dazzling moonlight,
As if you were an enigmatic ghost drawing near
In a flimsy wisp of a whirling nightly mist,
Treading the waves, splashing your body with vigour.
 
Come closer, come, I'm not afraid,
Sing an echoing mermaid song for me,
Or slide into an enticing dance of love.
I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavours,
Where nocturnal elfin whispers and dreamy antics,
So pleasing to the sensuousness of the mind,
Combine to please the florid sensitive nerves
Of this old, tired and jaded mind.

Anna and the French Kiss

Seduced by the tongue of Paris
spellbound by a gentle “Bonjour Madame”
the scent of distant Croissants beckoned her
to an ambrosial awakening.

She savored the delicate crustiness
her dress and hair dancing on the breeze
aware of a subtle sensuousness
awakened by the shadow of the tower 

A wry smile tickled her lips – remembering
the gentle touch of a patient seduction.
Passersby smiled, nodded knowingly.
Anna had succumbed to the kiss of France.


8/19/2021

Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest

Loves Painting

Before you I am your canvas blank 
Delicately to paint linear and in liquid hues 
Dripping and splashing we two drank 
Forceful stimulated strokes you use  

Layering the colors upon my surface 
With a precision your brush does flow 
Emphasis laid on expressive purpose 
As your artistic viewing eye grows 

Articulate precisely what you paint 
Evoking sensuousness as you drip 
Vigorous sweeping technique no restraint 
Finesse done with your own workmanship

When strokes become feverous and fast 
To the last stroke felt with ecstasy 
To add your very own lust contrast 
Finally leaving us right here at ease



Contest; Metaphor of love
Sponsor: Bobby.May
Date; 11/1/2019

Standing On Tiny Toes

Standing on tiny toes, faerie-in-training
Floretta reached over the thorns to
Sprinkle her roses with the prettiest
Feelings imaginable.

She gave them glory,
But looked back quickly to see what 
The sun thought.
Glory was actually Sun's.

The sun nodded her "okay".
She could share a bit.
The rose smiled.
Glad to have glory

Along with awe, 
Sensuousness, 
Sexy, and sweet Jesus.
"Wait! Sweet Jesus is mine!" Bumblebee buzzed.

Floretta jumped back. "Sorry," she apologized.
"I got carried away."
Sweet Jesus belongs to everybody,
God told her. Share Him as much as you want....

Living Life

Wear to remove shyness and sensuousness is discovered.

Promises of the Essence

And so by separation are we made weak
vulnerable to the whimperings of desire and need
and so upon its knees
begs
and pleads
for this love to be appeased 

Save me from the closed lipped angels
the feathers of their wings
to trace my name upon her skin

Obsession tingles through the roots of my fingers
captivates my soul to the moist kiss
and by their separation am I made weak
vulnerable assuage these whimpered needs
crumpled and plagued in fevered night sheets
all the cacoethes within a heart beat

Stumble I indeterminate
craving the hot flush of her eyes
lost am I in the tease of her ecstasy
where else can I be
yet still weave inner the twine of passionate

A wasteland of concupiscence in her absence
trembles a tentative agony
temptations by her whispers of love
her promises of the essence
sacred text written in naked sensuousness

Save me from those angels
save me from the beauty of their wings
to chase her name upon my skin

Increasingly Palindromic Seasons

Spring's luster is dewed anew each morning
While Summer moods doom fear of Winter's cost.
'Til Fall, the redness sender gives us warning
That soon Winter's spider redips its web of frost. 

Spring's flower is a sire wolf fang piercing ground.
Summer's sunburn warming is a sign I'm raw.
Fall's arrival now is sensuousness I won in beauty crowned
In swirling blizzard, was it a boreal aerobat I saw?

Awaken Spring. A sleeper as late petals are peels to bloom.
So enrobe, Summer. A harem muse borne upon winds is nicer
Than rot aroma inward drawn. I am orator of Fall's perfume. 
Winter rec. It's a lyre (vanilla). All in a very last icer!

10.12.18
Contest: Palindromes II

Note: each line progresses one season and each stanza is a year.

To My Valentine Who Sets My Spirit Free

This is the best Valentine's Day there will ever be
Because you've agreed to pass this day with me
Without you, my life included only blue Wildflowers 
But now my heart's focused on you
You mean the natural world to me
Your kindness has provided me with glee

I love you verily with feelings that endure
For sure, my the universe holds your immense sweetness
As you give me the real sensation of heartfelt completeness
I must thank God you're in my life
And pray that you'll always remain in my sight
Because your hugs are the best part of my morning

I smile as I enjoy adoring
Your imaginative eyes with your gaze that looks toward the skies,
Your wisdom encourages me to visualize and analyze
The essence of life lived well with lots of kisses
Bliss grows from those reminiscences of your sensuousness
Please, continue to be the fine kind of person whom you are
With that creative and artistic repertoire 
With yellow Daffodils that brighten this Valentine's Day
Enhancing the Roses in a timeless Spiritual-Love Bouquet!

To My Valentine, Unencumbered By the Repertoire

This is the best Valentine's Day there will ever be
Because you've agreed to pass this day with me
Without you, my life included only blue Wildflowers 
But now my heart's focused on you

You mean the natural world to me
Your kindness has provided me with glee
I love you verily with feelings that endure
For sure, my universe holds your immense sweetness

As you give me the real sensation of heartfelt completeness
I must thank God you're in my life
And pray that you'll always remain in my sight
Because your hugs are the best part of my morning

I smile as I enjoy adoring
Your imaginative eyes with your gaze that looks toward the skies,
Your wisdom encourages me to visualize and analyze
The essence of life lived well with lots of kisses

Bliss grows from those reminiscences of your sensuousness
Please, continue to be the fine kind of person whom you are
With that creative and artistic repertoire 
With yellow Daffodils that brighten this Valentine's Day
Endulging my vision with an emotive bouquet of roses!

Wagner Phrasis Recited

WAGNER PHRASIS
Enchained by fancy petty wants
and necessity,undisguished
sensuousness burning with
fiery passion kindles the most
consuming flame,my peace of
mind was over.Driven to despair,
idle & disorderly,levity wounded me 
deeply,tortured,no semblance of
reality,puritanical hypocrisy
ordinary & mediocre ,savagery
of taste,adverse outward circumstance,
all shadows on the scene.Confused I
remained silent ,my error was plain.
Through this trouble, hope a sense
of beauty,a new earnestness to really 
know love, natural & unforced.Beginning
anew,my last reliance,vivacious & exciting
a state of fermentation, oh what bliss,my
goal was reached.Ah what a delight
it was.I stood amazed,its place in my heart,
the secret of art,free & unconcealed.

From Wagner autobio of 1840
Listen to me recite my  phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro

Sexual Tabloids

In the ultimate I ponder and resonates
Sporadic melancholy treading thoughts
Void pneumatic aspirations that perspire in nothingness
The peripheral space spurts erratic waves 
Spewed fantasy and ejaculates conglomeration

Palpitation of erroneous premature baby
That which is not flushed down is a street arching
Vivid escapades flowed sluggish and sticky
Unwinding terrestrial route it’s a dead end
Never to end but in illusion 

Ruminates and castigated spits vomits
Miasma inhalation that draws petrified lunatics
Kindled joyful cleave less than platonic
Lost in haziness of pleasurable moments causing love anguish
Thrusting Warm Velvet labial interior
Sensuousness mesmerized at anatomical fission and fusion

Malodorous soaked sweat-draped dripping bodies
Enclosed, staffed and steam simmering moisture  
Equivocal musty air radiated from euphoric entanglement  
Perplexed awe mouth agape

Free Cee Central Dark

CENTRAL DARK

I used to walk those very same streets
Streets of sensuousness and sin
Those streets which once felt my feet
Those streets where my shoes once had been

The storefronts are new but the cement is the same
I saw pictures of it on my television screen
Those streets are in a city my heart used to claim
Those streets which both books and films often deem mean

I used to stroll those streets in the dark
Under moonlight I’d search for my next destination
One street led to a centrally located park
In a hamlet forged of fantasy and fascination

I used to walk those streets all alone
In search of someone with whom I could talk
My feet now stomp streets in a different state I bemoan
And only God knows how much I miss my New York
    © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

The Affair

I carry one in my pocket for moments like this
For in her delight I truly will find bliss
Unwrapping  content I now slip thereon
I long for her sensuousness
Thus we two become decadent and sinful
Her melting is my excite
As orgasmic taste buds ooze with delight
I moan and savior her giving in to this affair
Eyes now crossed I come forth with a trimble
Oh- sweet chocolate 
I love you!

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