Short Sexual Desire Poems
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A chap with strong sexual desire
met a lass in alluring attire.
Upon a park bench
he fondled the wench
watched by the park keeper, a voyeur.
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Any pretty woman turned his head
He liked them all so it is said
Then one day to his surprise
They no longer caught his eye
His sexual desire totally died
Why do I have to choose between a pill for my sanity and my sexual desire?
I don’t want to feel ashamed for going weeks or months with no desire.
I want to be affectionate.
I want to be intimate.
I want to want.
Before,
I was a greedy man
You gave me a gift
to distinguish the difference
between the beauty of sexual desire and
the power of love
Now,
I can walk down
the streets of Manhattan
not being bothered
I saw the most beautiful dandelion the day.
I crave a passionate lover
One I'm still waiting to discover
Someone that can spark my inner fire
And bring out my sexual desire
I'll wait for the pleasure to begin
While he caresses my soft skin
Then he'll give me intense ecstasy
When making love to me
It'll be sweetly rapturous
For the both of us
The fatle lust that I was in with you can
This be true of the fatle lust. Lust of the
Thought of being in love but don't ever
Mix sex with love. When your in lust
There are lies being told sometimes you
Have to be smart enough not to believe
The fatle lust of lies the long term of
This strong sexual desire of being in
Fatle lust with you.
Out of comatose depths I awaken
Spirit, body, mind and soul
Wake up! I hear. My dreams are taken
Body’s arousal no control
Wake up! Wake up! Her voice shrills through me
Stimulating tumults of annoyance
I awaken in awe of the beauty before me
Disturbing my inner depth’s response
As I come round from realms much higher
She leans over me and stroking my skin
Evokes in me strong sexual desire
No use when hospital bed I’m in!
The Desire
When I`m hundred years old, I will
not wish for a virgin, namely because
they have no experience just lie there
waiting to be penetrated
I will ask for the best prostitute in town
One who knows all the tricks needed to
get a sleeping giant stand erect, march into
its last war after thirty years of slumber,
Let a geyser of pleasure, break lose and
flood life lived into a patina of love.
Then blissfully die in the tempting arms of
sexual desire.
Passion is any strong feeling or thought
Of love, hate, fear, anger and grief.
The emotional joy of sexual desire
Sometimes the suffering of saint or thief.
The cruelty of man nailing Christ to the cross
His treatment subsequent to the last supper.
Continuing conflict with endless war,
Make it seem we’re prone to suffer.
All must carry their own cross in life,
While they struggle to survive the day.
Passion reveals how much we desire,
As we race toward our outcome and pray.