Sex. Poems - Poems about 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...

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All For The Thought of Sex Make the beast with two backs, Give a girl a green gown, Let's rock the bed and shake the sheets, Sometimes it sounds kind of creepy, But hey, lets take another leap, You can go get your berries razzled, Maybe let someone poke your hontus, You can tickle the pickle, Possably cup the coconuts, Go rock your rump, Let them...

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Hazy, Rampant, Hammering foggy-headed, i must be lazy enough to put just the right effort in. it drips down and stains the pore. my disease is acidic, fatal, and the way that your alkali sense draws me in ... how i'd beg to neutralise once more. but the ants won't push against my unmoving tyres. and anywho, isn't this against your morals? Vivid,...

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It started when I saw you Those seductive eyes Those luscious lips That pretty little smile... Those tasty looking hips... I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to taste you... I wanted your body on top of mine... I couldn't resist you... The way you talk... The sexy way you walk... Every time you look at me, We would talk and we'd laugh, I'd blush one second... Bite my...

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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...

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I reach across the pillow bare And caress you with my thigh And upon your lips I gently bite And breathe your hungry sigh You pull me close Hip to hip My body is in song A hallucinatory return to where I still belong We are a skein of tangled feelings Traversing time and space Incantatory memories rouse us As we begin...

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Hydration day’s a month away. Online belonging company’s an hour from startup stardom. Titration hors-d'oeuvre Viewfinder pigeonholed to rooftop tourist traps ruin’d carriage holy woods Hollywood's margins, Carousel 13. Things You’ll Bury: molasses sourdough flowers crypto- currency marginalia Lost (Bach set) ghouls in blockchain interdigita. Me, if I’ve missed anyone, LL cool j.— < so. jersey. kühl...

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The American South sits in my throat like grief. Faded floral curtains on Either side of a square, stained window Brown flecks, sometimes red, like the one in My brother’s eye— Nobody knows where they come from. Do you think Eve and Lilith used to kiss? In the garden where no one could see? New Mexico coyotes, dug up from pond banks Smile at me...

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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...

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Have you been stripped bare once more tonight? Didn't you? Not like every other day— Today, you chose to do it yourself, Hoping to tame his rage before it erupts. But fate repeats itself, Just like always. He arrives— You smile, Hoping to soften his mood, Yet that stone-hearted spawn Doesn’t even look at you. Unhinged, he unzips, Like a machine, he flicks on— Twisting your legs like...

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With present great, O’ gracious hate O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst Thy chanc’d on seated heart Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought With’n ernst wouldst prove best O’er hung upon the dislocate O’er hung ‘mongst the...

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"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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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