Short Orgasms Poems
Short Orgasms Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Orgasms by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Orgasms by length and keyword.
What a rush it is
In the height of its power
My body ruptures
Containing strong grasps
Thrust into pleasure beyond
Orgasms come quickly
Russell Sivey
I withstand three orgasms with no pissed
But it is the limit - and only then,
I knocked the neighbor's wall with a fist
And demanded the activity end.
The Divinyls didn’t need any help
With their hit song “I Touch Myself”
Now I’ve heard they’ve been given some money
To write a new book, “Orgasms for Dummies”
9/26/12
A QUICKIE
At last resorting to trickery
faking orgasms so stickily
that the bed sheets adhered
to her bush, and his beard
pleased it was over so quickily.
John G. Lawless
6/18/2014
"Freaked"
by: Eric L. Boddie
As Beauty can dwell
Every freaky game held
In justified, kind lust
meaning new orgasms plus
quests rarely seen
through useful vaginal wings
***-rating your zing
9-22-15
Wet and hot we rock -
I in my head,
you across the whiskers
of a former lover.
We unlock distant orgasms,
while body parts collide
like space junk.
'Let’s not do this again',
I say to your faraway eyes.
This is sage advice,
At gigolos don't look twice,
It's a pandemic world,
Solo orgasms, guys and girls,
All around the world,
Blip yourselves, dudes and girls,
Then on with the happy pants,
Back to work online, us ants!
How do I know all this?
Google's life coaching is the blip!
mother, I’ve been twitching in your sky with chains
masturbating to a blood shot stain
you crawl like I want to
melt to bone and blue
you float like angels do
when I touch for ecstasy and bleeding truth
if I ever lived
death wouldn’t sound like orgasms and light
I wish warmth
wouldn’t scream contort
when I lie in
glass
Useless is the time
Sexual is my mind
Exhausted is my heart.
Somebody stable my life needs
Old and alone is what ill grow to be
Morning sun,i sneak off and run
Expect me to call back.never
Beautiful was our night
Orgasms couldn't have been better
Damn good i feel. cause today i learned
Yellow is the color of what isn't real
This is a love poem
And now flowers will die in it
I am the only gift
This is a love poem
And no stars will shine in it
For you are my only light
This is a love poem
And the birds are silent in it
For it does not welcome tears
This is a love poem
And God alone is in it
For when you are merged with me
Sinai quivers and climax in orgasms of fire.
Limerick: The chief cause of all personal problems
The chief cause of all personal problems
Some* women need daily orgasms
Build them hot dream box
Which jerks farts and rocks
Made to fit all sizes ‘n’ perversions.
• I hesitate/vacillate between “some” and “most”.
Would some kind soul enlighten me!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
thoughts freeze i the womb
feigning impotence circles of
thougtlessness importuned verily
faking improbable lies
thoughts flares in the grey cells
fuming fire in the field of
thought lessness faking orgasms
forging signs of minds
thought flips turbulence sets
fidgeting fingers naked nails bleed
thoughtless fiery mind at rest
fulminant blood flows quietly
Form:
Taking another sip of wine a drag from her cigarette
Gazing through the smokes rings, upon such lovely beauty..
Slippng back into her silk dress a kiss, as she waves goodbye
This lady and the night; lingering perfume her lips their touch
In traces pleasures all over her body; be it far from the first time
Having been with another woman; multiple orgasms a knock, on the door.
Death is a step to letting go,
but it's not the last, not even the first.
Orgasms can be a little death,
in their letting go moments.
Thunderbolts of instant love
shake you out of yourself.
Is it time,
to stop clinging to that last hope,
that you, as a separate self,
actually exist?
Only you can tell.
If so, let go of that rope,
then fall as far as you need to.
~Artistic Touch~
Go down on my thoughts
taste my perception
Touch me in all non
physical ways
I need what is considered
to be the exception
Show my heart colors
in brilliant arrays
Give me artistic
orgasms in multiple
Let enlightenment drip
from my ears
Others may find it to be
incomprehensible
Don't let touch be
what interferes
they are cleaning up washing
the windows of their
souls unclean
corridors of their
lonely desolate hearts
vacuumed
i need to sleep again
in the womb for
the new birth
resurrection
emotions are diligently
arranged in the
file cabinets
of the forming
brain
love kindness and patience
there
wrath hatred and judgement
here
may be destroy them
neatly arranged orgasms
going back to church
Form:
kisses that caress my temptation
the lips of savoring taste
the tounge that twirls and plays
the kisses get complex
momentum builds
the graps of un clenched hands
the ******** that sticks out and the wetness that is hidden
the touching of all spot
caressing
licking
exploring each other bodies
the heat builds
the pouring of sweat
the moans or orgasms
climaxing
the pounding of hearbeats
only to collapse in a heat of passion!!!
Form:
we once rode together
sipping sherry sweet angel skin
fabled silken locks staving off
dream’s killing wind
no idea of our value
as we lay treachery’s faint skidmark
on the ice fronting
dreamboat market
gyrating dark stars
stunned stone sapphires strewn across howling
midnight meadows
petulant organ grinder was I
churning melodies sublime
all the while counting orgasms like shooting stars
knowing we donned
tresures from afar
If I could take you to where love and peace dwells
If i could meander my way into the bunker of your heart where love breaks all arrows
If i could hold you, feel you, kiss you and bury you in the warmth of my embrace
If i could pull your adorable ringlets
If i could stare deeply into your fathomless eyes
If I could awaken your roaring orgasms with the touch of my wet tongue
If you could open your heaven for my entrance then I'll live eternally in loving you
Pity the fool who lives by numbers
He counts his sheep while the sagacious slumbers
Imagines triangles equal or obtuse
Then numbers his thoughts by hypotenuse.
He dreams of trig and long division
Then stimulates his mind with a rhombus prism
Wet duvets caused by a linear quantify
He counts his orgasms by using pi.
Correlation coefficients make him smile
Exercises measured by the metric mile
A career built on a quadratic path
An idiotic devotion to anus numbing math.