Husband Sexy Poems

In the shadows of his presence, I stand,
A mere silhouette in his commanding hand.
His voice, a symphony of authority,
Conducting the movements of my reality.

In the...

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5 am, you woke me up, to meditate.

 

I thought someone had died, someone had, me.

 

It was the ultimate time, you said.

 

Looking down,...

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LOVE AND SEX LIGHT POETRY READ SANS FEAR




love is a book
sex is sport
sex is choice
Love is luck
Love is notion, theorem
love is melodrama
sex is cinema
Sex is...

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love is a book
sex is sport
sex is choice
Love is luck
Love is notion, theorem
love is melodrama
sex is cinema
Sex is imagination, fantasy
love is prose
sex is poetry
Love makes...

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Heal Me
The spiritual workshop will heal me
The gal has the curves
In all the right places

Make me feel better baby
Does your husband approve
Of you seeing me...

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A place to raise your glass 
        or raise the hair right off your head
Where liquor flows and...

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Sawdust thrusts into the visceral air 
as you lust over your woodworker's chair,
and I desire you more.

Cedarwood sprinkles cling to stalwart sleeves.
Man glitter flits upon...

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Promise, I didn't mean to look
I'm not one of those pervs
Saw you there bone naked
revealing your wondrous curves

Came out of the hot shower
steamy and soaking...

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She has secrets she won’t talk about, 
Secrets she hides far away,
Things that only she knows about, 
Things that are kept from display,

Secrets she keeps...

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Dear John,

All day
yesterday
I loaded up with a cascading river
of mixed anxiety and anticipation
about what to safely and kindly,
transparently and vulnerably
compassionately, so non-violently, share,
what to communicate;

Which...

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Married into esteem, wet blood of rubies
Eighty one ladybugs jitter over decoletage
Prince winks at my wonderment, approving
Twinkle pink flashes, silk rhubarb mirage

His newest attainment suitably...

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Sappho fragment #2
translation by Michael R. Burch

How can I compete with that damned man
who fancies himself one of the gods,
impressing you with his "eloquence" ...
when...

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My next door neighbour told me a funny story the other day
It’s about Phyllis who lives down the road
She was out with her fancy piece...

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Earnings
help wanted
long evenings
a service toil of trays
which exhausted smile
the tip

Earnings
high cut mini
her service
always the management's eye
for sex

The table shines
coins in ashtrays
ashes in plates
faces crowded with...

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Hard-working, calloused hands 
firmly imprint ridges upon my back.
Your sandpaper face, like a fine file, 
smooths against my neck gently.
Like your rugged bristle terrain, 
my...

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