Sex Poems | Examples

Horny

He was horny, slipped his clothes in a second, his eyes and thing went straight!
Form: Monoku

newspaper business has brought us far


newspaper business has brought us far
to these territories where desert rivers
descend from    huge clouds cultivated
but we live on        twisted lips to build
something for              those coming in
oh you who love                   this place
by the tourist book                 is a man
who loves a woman                         by  
a guidebook of sex positions          now
Form: Shape

I can't be












I can’t be
 sharing 
 my body  
 with you  
 who’s now a shallow pool 
 though the room is offices
 I can hear them panting now
   his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
          your CEO
            I’m quite 
             resistant
           to reform
          proposals
Form: Shape

Premium Member Assigning one color to one sex

it is strange to me that a color means something
by itself, it elicits memories and experiences
orange is my go-to color, not blue or pink
yet did they dress me in orange when I was a baby?
in the fifties? I rather doubt it.
Actually, most of the photos of me as a baby
show me in a diaper and nothing else
and there are lots of them.

When I think blue I think neither boy or girl
I think, sky, the eyes of one of my children and the sea
blue is a color I always reach for when I am painting
for I despise a white background
I have painted more skies and seas than most
Probably fifteen hundred skies and seas
color is important to me;
I would not want to live in a world without it
But I could never assign one color to either sex.
Or all boys or all girls
Since no two children are the same.
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An Apertif

Her craft had a sizzle and spark,
Lighting up to cook after dark.
So his brainpan swam,
“That’s one succulent clam!”
A morsel, just right for the shark.
Form: Limerick

Smokey sex

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The shisha lights
You in front of me
Taken
But oh good sex
You took a look at me
I could not stop my smile
Pretended smoking cough

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The neon lights
You in front of me
I smile 
Oh smokey sex.
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Sipping Tea at a Brothel

He pays.
He leaves.

And she bleeds quietly.



Some come for release,

others for control.

Some come to forget.

Some to remember.

Some to be punished.

Some just come because it’s cheap.



It's sin.

It’s not sin.

It’s survival.

It’s escape.

It’s addiction.

It’s barter.

It's bargain.

It's need.

It’s ritual.



Here, bodies are commodities.

Sold by the hour.

Measured by the weight, age and colour of the skin,

freshness of smile,

limpness of resistance.



It is commercialisation of desire

wrapped in lace,

sold in whispers,

shared in commissions, 

paid in bribes,

cashed in tips.



She lets strangers 

from the corridor of silence 

enter in the dark...

Screeching beds, 

sweat,

blood and tears - at times

between pain, pleasure and numbness... 

He comes. He goes.

But the scent lingers around like emptiness. 

The curtain falls, when the last man zips,

And I lay my teacup after that last sip...

love, not just sex

it wasnt hunger,
not the kind that burns then fades -
but a softness,
a gravity between us
pulling soul to soul
through skin.

we touched without taking,
moved like water moves -
fluid, inevitable,
shaped only by the need
to hold,
not to own

my hands said "stay",
yours said "im here"
without a word.

when we met -
fully, fiercely,
with nothing held back -
it was not fire,
but light.

not a storm,
but rain that kissed the earth
because it loved it.

in that moment,
we were not two bodies,
we were one truth:
that love,
when its real,
has a rhythm
only the heart
can teach the flesh.

Premium Member Like A Rabbit

No one says my goal is to be an ex addict
Not cursing them for their confessed habit
We all fall short
Of goals my Lord
I confess to wanting sex like a rabbit
Form: Limerick

February 14th

In a world of festivities, we prioritize the frivolous,
Elevating Valentine's Day, a celebration quite dubious.

February 14th, a day assigned to love's display,
Yet, I refute this notion, for love should be everyday.

In my culture, this celebration reeks of absurdity,
Promoting premature sexuality, a moral calamity.

Should we allocate a day for love's celebration?
Does this imply we've been fostering hatred in iteration?

Even young learners, grades 6 and above, are caught,
In the web of crushes, a trend that's quite distraught.

In Africa, hotel rooms are booked, a Valentine's spree,
Teenagers dominate, leaving one to ponder the decree.

Are we more Catholic than the Pope, in our fervor and zeal?
Valentine's Day, a celebration that love's true meaning does conceal.

So, if you choose to celebrate, do so with reverence and might,
Upholding cultural heritage, and the sanctity of love's light.

Let organizations, schools, and families unite,
Educating teenagers on the dangers of sexual abuse, a love that's not right.
Form: Couplet

Safe Sex

"Use protection," was her first demand
followed by a long list of what's banned.
By the time she was through
there was little to do
so, I think I'll just stick with my hand!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member In The Pantry Where Secrets Dwell

In The Pantry Where Secrets Dwell
A story now I’ll softly tell.
Of moments lost to time’s embrace,
And passions found in hidden space.

A touch of hard, cool, and wet,
A memory of joy I won't forget.
With every glide, with every thrust,
It wakes the senses and stirs up lust.

On the counter top, a fiery sheen,
Reflects desires, pure and keen.
A silent partner at day and night,
Brings pleasure’s peaks, intense delight.

No judgment, just open heart,
Deeply exploring, every part.
With moans and gasps of glee,
It gets me slowly into ecstasy.

In the drawer, it might reside,
This trusty friend I do not hide.
For in its form, I find release,
A journey’s end, a moment’s peace.

So here’s to nights when shadows fall,
To moments shared, desires are small.
A wet embrace, a lover’s toy,
In a quiet room, it brings me joy.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member detox

self disgust 
and disappointment
for the slip-up
but I need to know
what cheapens intimacy
devaluing myself
devalues anyone 
with whom I 
would share something 
valuable
it's why 
I'm detoxing from 
all these dopamine pumps
and anesthestics 
(gambling and alcohol)
how could online "intimacy" 
not be included in
the mix that
keeps me from 
feeling
all must go
until this backlog
can be managed

Rooftop Lovers

I looked over my shoulder to look at him again
Though the sky was dark I could still see his brown eyes twinkle in amusement
Perfect pink lips ascend to reveal smiling teeth
He lifted my jaw and kissed me lightly
I settled back into his lap and nuzzled my head deeper into his sweatshirt
His grip on my waist tightened and relaxed
We were rooftop lovers
The passion came rough and fast
Bodies crashing and burning together
The stars our only audience
But after, there was always a certain stillness
A certain silence to our rendezvous
We almost held our breath
Did time exist?
Did anything?
But you & I
The stars and the sky

Premium Member No Sex or Violence

    His head bobs and weaves
      whatever the music conceives

    Drug-fueled rhythms race through his brain
      neural connections moan and strain

    His over-30-self hides his face, grieves
      at his current edition’s migraines
Form: Couplet

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