Sexy Poems | Examples of Sexy Poetry

You only see me on the screen. How do you know you wanna be with me? You list all the shower scene, from your favorite movies. My inadequate sweat on my forehead, hope you cant see. I want to know what's your favorite ice cream? Would you give me a taste of your lips, with cream. Point me...

Continue reading...

They called it short gratification— but I lost my soul in the trade. A moment’s pleasure, for a lifetime of emptiness, a spark that consumed the temple I once was. O Woman, your body is not desire’s playground— it is the chalice of divinity. If you fail to respect your sacred form, no man ever will. Each man you lie with, leaves an imprint upon your soul. And...

Continue reading...

In the stillness of a soft-lit room, where whispers dance like fireflies, our breaths entwine, the air thick with unspoken thrill, a tender hesitation lingers before skin meets skin, warmth igniting in quiet anticipation. Fingers, fumbling yet eager, trace the curves of new terrain, a map yet to...

Continue reading...

Your words feel like a hand between my legs making me ache making me crave making me need turning my thoughts to pinned wrists your hand around my throat my legs around your waist holding you deep drowning in your eyes moaning "deeper" Words that take me to the edge and over Words that set me...

Continue reading...

Your back, a velvet crescent, draws my chest like gravity. I map the slope of you slowly, each breath a question my hands almost ask. Flesh hums between folds of cotton, heat slipping into heat — a kind of friction language forgets, where fingertips write what mouths resist. You arch, slightly — a sigh or a signal, and my pulse answers before I do. This hush...

Continue reading...

"The Invitation" I saw you — like lightning notices the earth before it strikes. My breath forgot its rhythm, my eyes rehearsed what touch might feel like if permission ever passed between us. I want you — not just the body wrapped in moonlight, but the pulse beneath it, the places you’ve never let language reach. The ache you hide in your slowest smile. Can I take you to my love...

Continue reading...

Your back, a shoreline my breath returns to, warm as tidewater held past midnight. I trace the hush between your shoulder blades — a silence taught to speak in skin. The room forgets its corners. Only the curve of us remains: two commas curling into a sentence neither of us dares to end. My knee behind yours, a lock finding its key. Even the sheets...

Continue reading...

A gem there is, that’s nestling inside me (my husband claims I’m talking utter rot): I tell him that I’m certain that I’ve got homunculi who really want to ride me. He knows the satisfaction he’s denied me: (since nineteen ninety-four, delivered squat). But men have egos, have to show as ‘hot’, and I’ve allowed this utter fraud to guide me. “De minimis,”...

Continue reading...

. that gap fissure identity twixt yourn lip's ...

Continue reading...

I searched endlessly for my dream. Impossible to find is what it seemed. Hoping one day I would find the light. That light came to me when you came in sight. I felt something special about you, and I was right. When I met you and got to know you I was done searching, because I found...

Continue reading...

A cheetah was caught on the prowl, Enticing the females with growl. He’d vanish by night, To mate with delight~ A lifestyle that makes others howl. Written on: June 8th, 2025 8:13:00 AM Contest: Out on a Lim Contest Judged: June14th, 2025 4:53:00 AM Sponsor: Joseph May Placement: Second...

Continue reading...

I'm a poet And I don't know it My rhyme destroys My pen is poised To trickle out Some tale about A butterfly Or sunset sky As sweet as jam With rhythm slam Dunk in your tea My soliloquy I'm a poet Happy to show it So on your bike As I drop the mic You may have guessed If you passed the test As you peruse This...

Continue reading...

. mine torso's limbz lift'd thuh recluse wench off thuh brass 'ringing rocks' whilst mine dukes ...

Continue reading...

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Damn, my reflection enthralls them all. No Medusa's gaze, no serpent's hiss, My presence alone, sheer, potent bliss. No need for coils or stony stare, My impact's etched in the very air. A kiss of stone? How quaint, how mild, My very being drives mortals wild. I am fly, a dazzling dream,...

Continue reading...

His name rhymes with cake, Sweet not only for my sake, But also tender While showing his own splendor, While making love in shower. ...

Continue reading...