Autumn Sexy Poems

LOVE POEMS II

These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing...

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In a perfect world
maybe everyone would have opposite and same sexual attractions,
ambiguously passionate attachments
of compassion's resilient arousal.

On a perfectly sanctified Earth,
maybe every species would incarnate...

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November in a teacup
Looking up at your face
Our set of changes 
Our own autumn 
Pizzicato motion feels
Pleasure inside my sound
When Love lies above me 
Leaves...

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Autumn is all but upon us, it’s what they call the fall
As you cast aside your robes, leaves will gently fall
A myriad of pastel colours...

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‘Old women, in the autumn of our lives
may wear the smoke of fires in our hair
be mothers, spinsters, prostitutes or wives
and still have merry ribbons...

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Instant, picture for pose 
When, a vision arose 
I love you baby 
Cause, you’re my center fold 
So, take my hand 
Yeah, come in close...

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BARCELONA FLAMENCO

clicking of heels, like torrential downpour. guitar
plucking at the eardrums, chest wall erupting.

like a hurricane of crisp crimson leaves of Autumn ~
a raked pile,...

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Leanne was a farm girl at heart
She loved playing with her special cow
She used to eat her mums freshly made tart
Leanne didn't like her brothers...

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THE POEM THAT NEVER WAS

My love, I had promised to write you a poem
A poem about colorful butterflies and rainbows
About rainbows in my dreams
And butterflies...

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For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to...

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She slithers out of her dress perfectly
like a Ball Python shedding a faded coat of skin.
And her hair floats in slow motion
like astronauts dancing on...

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At the end of a dry, harsh August, as
Autumn slowly descends upon Whitechapel, 
I begin my vicious practice.
From Buck’s Row to Hanbury Street,
I make each...

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Your eyes arrive on me
like the whips of passion's urgency
wide with white smite encasing eons inflamed in irises,
I feel the tight temperature of they're heated...

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I lay nude at sunset on a cliff above the sea.
Heaven and Earth erupt in red and orange brilliance.
A cool wind wafts over me smells...

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