Long Erotica Poems

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 note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the...

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Date:  August   2051

"Holannya's  new born baby girls!"
Dolly exclaimed 7  Friday morning.
Molly watched Holly sleep saying,
"Yeah finally and everybody's joyful right?"
Dolly replied, "Yesss so we'll continue 
With party preparations properly after
We...

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Increase In Head Size

impossible mission to encapsulate notion 
flitting hither and yon, to and fro
within cranium attached to mine body,
whereby irrefutable proof prevails
predicated when yours truly
scrutinizes other people visibly aware,
I a modest married male 
blessed,...

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Birth is the breath of life. 
The first kiss of air that
Simulates the virgin lungs. 
As the lungs expand and collapses, 
a new life has begun, with a shrill cry.

Unlike like a shooting star.
that gloriously...

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Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
of possessiveness.
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.

Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
towards another.
Can cast...

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Chris stared at her dripping mess and held his urge to dick her down. Her hands were on her knees, keeping herself wide and on display. She was an exhibisionist of sorts and she was...

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Off kilter

Yup
I sobered up
despite expressing regular
(unleaded and unlettered) 
urge to shtup
expunged courtesy 
system of a down
with shuga (mush)
and everything nice.

	The following crafted some time ago,
when empty nest syndrome 
pulled me psyche taut 
analogous to an...

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Erotic Poems I

Less Heroic Couplets: Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch

Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.


Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch

Double Limerick: The Platypus
by Michael R. Burch

The platypus, myopic,
is ungainly, not erotic.
His feet for bed
are over-webbed,
and what of his proboscis?

The platypus, though, is eager
although his means are...

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this culinary humble verboten pie eating older mwm 
   in sore want of coital aid
with no intent to rile nor up braid
certainly not prompt ye to call military enfilade
nor cause nerves to get...

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Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want...

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Your aura is contageous. Your sexy curvaceous body is outrageous.
Sweeter than nut-rageous.
So yummy are your creamy white thighs and up along the curve of your hips.
Your dreamy eyes to your delicious lips.
So edible, so damn...

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Hello any one on the other side, 
A sweet voice full of ringing emotions,
Chimed in as I picked up the land line phone,
Making me tingle with yearning desire.

Before I could say a word it went...

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Introducing the undisputed champ - "The Fallen Star!"/ I'm aware people stare at the 
extremely bizarre./ I'm that "beep, beep" on your hearts radar./  This pen is metaphorically 
my scimitar!/ Poetry Soup says I'm...

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glittering gold crosses 
adorning muscled, tanned bodies 
endlessly liposuctioned into Versace
worshipping the almighty dollar 
as they cruise the golden boulevard 
disciples of Bentley and Rolls

paying lip service to the lord
with collagen smiles 
gracing plastic personas...

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THE LUNAR GODDESS

In the darkness of the lunar eclipse, a figure shimmers in brilliance,
The moon gypsy sparkles to the shinning on high, dancing in rhythm with
Motions moonbeams, that flicker in the elegance on the waters...

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Dios por qué me siento asi
por qué cuando amas tienes que sufrir
si era mujer de otro porque me enamoré
por qué le di mi todo y mi corazón le entregé

miráme ahora todo confundido por una mujer
por...

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I saw the rage in his gaze, 
His seductive art
I felt his digitus medius, longing to write his name inside my arse.
He charged up as usual
Still looking little unsettled with a sudden crash of energy,
I...

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Twist in your dark deep eyes flit me, your body engulfs the thoughts. 
Crazy upstart, floating lock, graceful body dexterous striptease dance,
Walk me to your room, steroid zombie in moves, rave, exult to crave.
I hold...

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Style speaks
Charm hurls voice
Cinqku profound
Understanding transcends
Surprise


Heed now
Sensorial
Feel nature spark
Movement in mundane glimpse
Blossoms


Smile sweet
In plain sight
Love light aglow
Live with sun and shadow
Blessings


Sensuous
Curvy lines
Kamasutra
Adrenaline pleasure
Rapture


Live wire
Electric
Feisty field trip
Quantum soup reflection
Wonder


A maze
In a daze
Wander in craze
Grandeur and splendour...

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I just finished Face Timing with Sunny, one of Lisa and my roommates.
She’s an edgy half-a-laugh, and I can’t wait to see her in person.
Sunny’s a slipa and a seductive gadabout - this poem is...

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I am drunk on a very strange wine
A potion of potent ecstasy.
Stars are spinning around my head 
As I run in my day dreams full of lucid daisy fields.
A restless burden is holding my heart...

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Sorry my poetry is not that complex
 Using metaphorical phrases intended to perplex.
 Excuse my poetry for being too emotional
 And sometimes made to be highly sexual.
 My bad my poetry can be quite depressing.
...

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Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.

My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding...

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I. e., this unfortunate
     mere erred reflection,
     aye re: zine
     (pronounced Syne),
     cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an...

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