Lust Poems | Examples of Lust Poetry

He is always rubbing me everywhere in the right way. He is always so forward in how he makes both our bodies sway. He always pleasures me so well, wishing he can forever stay....

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Feeling so sultry as I beg him to consume me entirely. Feeling so naughty as I tease him so innocently. Feeling so sexy as lips tickle his neck into a hickey....

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Need him to give me the hugest, hottest ever hickey. Need him to give it to me in state of missionary. Need him to give it to me so sensually and lustfully....

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Across space and time All I can feel is your touch Psychic connection we have Never known your love The memories ease the pain Blue is my mood, think of you ...

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Amidst the ebon of my lonely room I feel a covert brush across my face. The phantom from my dreams disrupts the gloom, which terminates despair's profound embrace. Her mystic coffee eyes entrance my soul as freedom's blanket warms my frigid heart. This charmer's stitch has sealed seclusion's hole; now dammed, the flow of somber...

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Eyes meet across the crowded room, words spoken but not said, bodies in motion out of control, rational thoughts escape mind, lips collide in a passionate embrace, hands wander bodies twist, embracing each other, lust, love, confusion sets in, feelings, emotions run wild. a smile spreads, a tear rolls, as you walk away, out of my life forever....

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We met so suddenly once in a dream, I never know what they mean, I knew you were real when you told me your name, But like most dreams, I cannot remember. A voice so familiar, yet never heard, We'd hardly spoken a word, But enough to spark, in our hearts, passion's flame, As I woke by the cruel dying embers....

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do you remember do you remember... there were empty stairways of two flights or more the sweet aroma from the candy store endless chatter floating free from laughing people…like you and me stolen kisses in the afternoon on a borrowed blanket from another room we lost all track of minutes past hoping minutes and kisses would forever last do you remember... there were raindrops falling all around and we...

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Flourished and nourished, hair locks resembling branches, I gaze as it dances — when blowing, he looks glowing. Twenty years had passed, but still, I last. I may have ripened, but I'm still the same berry, same fruit, slightly fragmented, a little indented, not demented. You got a sample of me when I was at my prime, taught a few tricks — oh, to replay our...

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I found this book of empty pages... ...sat down on my bed. I closed my eyes... Then I went into my head... All I could hear was your voice... All I could see was your face... My body began to tingle... ...at the warmth of your embrace. My heart began to beat faster... That's when you touched me. That's when you kissed me gently... And said...

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MISTY as the powder of my soul The demi-god of legend Haunts like snakeskin Wandering my dreams Igniting my being Begging for your touch Smoldering my loneliness Forever...

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Breach the surface within, Feelings change, Cold hands always doubting me. Ceilings hang over me, Teach me to never break down, Sealing what’s shouting “release”. I was always a dove, These feelings of love, They’re what’re crowding me. I was only a dove, Those days I was young, Cold hands were holding onto me. I...

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A(nother) (Sh*tty) Sonnet Cute girl who works the local liquor store counter, I wonder sometimes how I strike you.—am I happy in your eyes?—do you like to speak, when daily, as a steady chore, I stroll onto your heavenly sales floor? (You said it was another day (yes fake) ‘in paradise’, in answer to my joke.— —and then I left with my...

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Putting on soothing, ever cooling peppermint lip balm, In preparation for how he'll soon use his gentle palm To coat my body in a layer of chocolate without qualm....

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Massaging me with body oil, I am now your woman to spoil. My hair’s become ringlets. With an arch in the jacuzzi, I lay back let you taste me. String pearls and cigarettes. There is an absence of my voice, save an inarticulate noise. The sound of a branding. Your adept hands apply pressure, hit that line of pain and pleasure. My heart’s understanding. Where...

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