Metaphor Sexy Poems

I'm symphony in your hands
fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory
it's black and white tonight and every other night
stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo...

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Why do you ask me why?
Why does the ostrich fly ? 
Why does a goat eat meat? 
Why does a cameleon walk in the heat?...

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Once so sweet for me,
Gave me this lifelong disease.
He stays unaware
How I crave him constantly,
Cannot grasp depth of my love....

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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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No love is made without love
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Let me penetrate your abyss 
and storm your walls of dominion.

Let’s rage against the dying 
of the light bringer of night
and scream to creations seams...

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Seeing you in the soft blue 
looking for the outline 
I feel your quickly shifting silhouette 
Watching your passing sigh 
Knowing your shadows of soft...

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After  peerless love,
                 efface fire of passion,
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He feels less photogenic
as he ages
more pornophobic,
watched 
and found wanting 
with judgment
and not amazement

As he displays his patriarchal
militant
fading software

No longer hardwired
for ballistic climates
as needed,
wanted,
craved

Extracting verbal...

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Skin tight
blaring white 
razor keen hot 
and mean wearing 
tight slick black secrets 
Somethings lie within pleasure of sight 
skin 
tight black, 
shiny sins are...

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Since I can't say the words that I want to use
We r going to have a little fun and light the fuse
I don't give 2...

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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

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She’s so sweet,
I’m all I’m up in her nectar,
I eat up like Mr. Lecter.
Should I call or should I text her?

Next week she’s still running...

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