Sexpot Poems | Examples


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Red Stiletto Heels

On warm nights when even silence hears
a pin drop, a cricket's sound;
the stiletto red heels of Ella start chasing
vulnerable hearts already committed,
while their darlings
are left in bed crying.

Stiletto heels aren't comfortable,
they make a lot of noise...
clattering on those cobblestone streets
of the sea city, where a drunk guy winks
at the sexpot of Venice...
crossing bridges built with marble stone.

Ella chases vulnerable hearts
that are already committed to others,
and as long as they are satisfied,
she feels no heavy guilt inside.

Night ladies adore red stiletto heels,
they hustle for money to buy rubies;
they add another name to their long list, 
no victim will ever escape their threat.

Premium Member Betty Boop!

 
     High praise for Talkartoon Betty Boop
     Her Jazzy theme song Poop poopy doop!
     Many have thought of her  a sexpot
     She’s innocence and sass, shy she’s not!

Premium Member Sexpot Zebra

At the class reunion everyone gave SP a wide berth.
She came out of nowhere, from the direction of Perth.
She should be in Africa, she’s a total sexpot one said.
SP heard them and her face turned a glorious red.

I’ll have you know I am a grandma, and a wife.
I have had an amazing, adventurous wonderful life.
The women ran off, but the men stayed to visit with her.
She was totally a sexpot said my great Uncle Cur.

Shriveltime

I was just behind a sexpot
In a queue that stood to be shot
It takes skill to wheedle
When facing a needle
As long as whatever you've got!

Premium Member The Lot of a Sexpot

All the men gawk
  For her, awkward
    Rough talk she heard

Premium Member I Draw Women

I draw women, 
Booby women,
I like them.
They are round and good.
They make clothes seem pretty.
I am a 65-year-old woman.
I like women.
Women are the best.
I am not a lesbian, but I love boobs.
I am a product of the 50’.
When TV actresses wore cone-shaped bras under sweaters.
Betty Boop was the sexpot of the 50’s; we all liked to
Think of ourselves as one day being “boop boop de boop!”
Anyway, I did.
Every girl in first grade needed a boob-laden Barbie doll.
She came out in 1957, and this was 1959.
If you did not have one, something was wrong with you.
It was hard getting Barbie’s shirts snapped. 
Those boobs were hard, plastic.
They were still fun.
I love drawing women.
Booby women.
It feels good, and I love it.

Time To Write a Football Poem

My team - The New York Giants
won a smashing
v
I
c
t
o
r
y
  today 
I was cheered by this 
  I used to be able to throw a football 
pretty far!
Once played catch in Central Park with a Moslem 
   and a sexpot
Used to hear about the great Sid Luckman 
Used to live in Brooklyn
  But no more........

Time To Write a Football Poem

My team - the New York Giants
   won a smashing 
v
I
c
t 
o
r
y
today 
I was much cheered by this 
I used to be able to throw a football pretty far 
Once played catch with a sexpot in a halter top 
And 
    with 
a Moslem 
Used to play touch football 
Used to live in Brooklyn, NY 
but no longer.....

Premium Member What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves

What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves


Flowing from her curves, hot buckets of steam
She the sexpot, in every man's lustful dream
With her smile, a man's imagination could fly
Worst words she could ever say, would be good-bye!

What fantasy, just to think to touch her curves
Her soft touch could rattle any man's nerves
That voice, rivaled angels above gladly singing
When she moaned, historic echoes kept a'ringing!

There was such treasure in the sight of her legs
So much that sooner or later every man begs
The vision of delight, the sight of her breasts
Refusing such charms, nobody had passed such tests!

Flowing from her curves, deepest desire ever known
She the devil's bride, tempts by just standing alone!

Note, A sexy sonnet about  *****  ******** -- I met her last night.

R.J. Lindley 
July 27th, 1979 
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PRESENTED AS WAS WRITTEN , SO LONG AGO. Complete with that old note. 
Name erased by me now ! I Almost messed up and posted it...:whistling2: 
I can still see her image from that first night!
Burned into my mind as a memory of my once wild life.

Breathless Kiss

Breathless Kiss

Sweet lips
Pouting woman
Head dips

Red hot
Quivers coyly
Sexpot!

Lust fills
Passion temptress
Kiss kills


Created by: Earl Schumacker on 11/25/14
for nette onclaud- Whispers Of A Muse – Poetry Contest

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