Sexy Poems | Examples of Sexy Poetry

And then- "I looked at something so unbelievably beautiful, so very attractive in every possible way that I just completely fell into or under some kind of freakish and magical wonderful spell. I was over-taken by her classy style, her sassy sass, and her gorgeous, and her perfectly shaped, fit to a T... Red hot...

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I do this phase for the physical pleasure I deserve. Even if it is purely just torture, I will curb every curve. I shall also embrace every encounter as a way to serve....

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I lay on pillow throne of lies. Tolerated all the flings and flies....

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I knew after the longest moment we made love, That you could be better than someone sent from above, But soon enough you told me we weren't meant to be, I know you had only meant to see me free: But I sadly and sentimentally told you, I would always love you no matter what you'll do. I descended into a...

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My little sister loved to fraternize So her newfound curves she just had to hide Sis wore frumpy clothes Nothing was exposed Now, why were those...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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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,”...

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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...

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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...

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