Rose Sexy Poems

Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman

a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips...

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Red is the flavor of passion and desire
The taste of a kiss that sets your soul on fire
Red is the spice that tingles your tongue
Heat...

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Sappho Translations II

That country wench bewitches your heart?
Hell, her most beguiling art’s
hiking her dress
to seduce you with her ankles' nakedness!
Sappho, fragment 57, loose translation/interpretation by...

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oh, Senorita Sexy
shows most tantalizing thigh
to a helpless guy

her sensous rose
dreams of removing her clothes
on this starlit night

she is quite a dish
to have her, his...

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With the clock ticking down,
To a brand new year.
The party I was at,
Was kicking into gear.

Saw a sweet little thing,
Just standing on a chair.
She was...

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Her lips sealed at the middle 
With a cloth that patted the lips apart
Leaving the wide open cheeks to wet it
A soft linen that's so...

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Said the red rose I give to my love
Eat, drink and be merry
have a dance
but don’t be long
my nerves are impatient
I want to be taken...

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pearlescent, our ivory eyes met
     cascading curtain limbs concealing
         irises entwined in the...

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valentine current—
rose petals on sail away 
pasties on her deck

2/3/2021
A Valentine’s Senryu
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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Pleasure Seekers.
.
One delightful star-studded evening
I took a blissful took a exploration
Over peeked topped hill 
And crag and pleasant sweeping vale
As the sun got warmer and...

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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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the soul
rose above
the lust of the body

the fingertips
learned braille
breathless yet shy
curves craving for
a study 

the soul
is neither
masculine nor feminine

they all
love the spiritual violin

the mind
eyed them...

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is a dusty rippled salt shaker,
an old working girl
found busy or on a stroll,
in a brothel house
my grandmother said
was often around,
when people sold
what they could...

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It's soft and warm, a perfect size,
The storm that ends his drought,
All HE wants is to be further and deep,
He never really wants to come...

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Numberless the kisses upon her brow;
Falling soft as the blue rain of spring,
Luscious this garland of flowers and how
Lovely the fair lady, they enring

The fire...

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