Make Love Poems - Poems about Make Love

She inhales the aurora, breath laced with frozen with light speed Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze, her bodice bending like solar flares. Astronaut A quasar shudders behind her lips, erupting across the event horizon. Space folds— she unspools like a nebula unraveling, luminous in the underworld aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance...

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She snaps like a brine tendon, spilling embryo chords across the basalt shelf. Tongues of nacre split her sides, each vertebra strung with gravid silence. Kelp-blind, she threads the continental rift, her fingernails seeded with unfinished continents. Magma foams in the pouch of her pelvis, grinding up vowels like crushed coral....

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Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys. Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice. Fractured aqueduct...

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A cello moans through cedar fog, low notes trembling between her teeth. Amber bowstrings tighten, vibrating against ribs— wood groans beneath the weight of sound. Resin clings to fingertips, drawn taut over hollow curves. Each bow stroke sharpens the air, Splitting migraines into cascading cacophony The final note— held breath, a whispering overtone, unraveled into stillness....

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One Christmas tree light in a darkened room, as 45’s spin you grind, shuffle or clap. Slow drag songs passioned folks with Smokey’s croon. Tell me now, can two make love to a rap? Girl over there, “Oh Baby’s,” going too far. Smokey’s singing and she’s on some boy’s lap. Motown music reigns as conquering czar. Tell me true, do you make...

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Every hammer needs a nail Every tunnel needs a train Don’t fly off the handle at every turn Speeds increase to the unknown Curves know their way around the bend Stay on the rails as gravity sometimes pretends A bumpy ride is up ahead on tracks laid down “No return” stamped on tickets to the “void” ...

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Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill, body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal. Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs, Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force. Her breath hung...

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I'm not a traditional poet As you may think Wole Soyinka Who writes in form and pattern I'm only a man of romantics Who love to paint words and polish lines Until they become flower verses They are not cast on a stone, Or like gold, tried on fire They're just free verses They're the expression of my love To you, Imabong, my dearest I...

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How can they make love when owl hoots, In a deep forest, in nighttime pursuits, With moonlight so bright, They whisper, "Goodnight," To the owl, who just watches and toots!...

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They felt elated, walking on the grainy golden sand, Hand in hand occasionally Stealing a passionate kiss. The evening’s first star shone So luminous and bright. The sea was so calm that night. Little did they know What was to befall them! They found a secluded cove. Love was abundant all around, Until the earth shook in a quake. Large tsunami waves Carried them...

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I want you in my arms melting Savouring my sweetness with your sense of smelling Let's make love Let me show you how deeply I am in love with you Let me reveal unto your sexuality The depth of my passion and skills To... Touch Suck Lick And feel every part of your body Let's make love Let us allow the oxygen to...

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our bodies dance in reconciliation to ease off past battles... 29 June 2022 The Art of Peace poetry contest Sponsored by John Lawless...

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For every time I wake, another day A chance there is to live another way To right the wrongs injustice came to know No more the songs of hate to be...

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I got lost, Lost in his eyes, Colored black, Deeper than the ocean. His hands around my waist and mine, around his neck. His body tightly pressed, Getting harden, Mine, soft as flower, Could feel his pressure. Making love, He whispered softly; "NEVER". I got it, "Never getting apart". Today I understand, All about "TRUTH". Our truth is natural. He is changed. I am changed. But never afraid of laughing on each others. We cannot be who...

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I just wanna make love I don't want to impress I want to feel the feeling That sets me off best. I just wanna make love Can't you tell? Natural human desires That exists so well. I want to feel the feeling Of being high above The warmness that you possess I just wanna make love. Check this out It fits like a glove What's that you say? I just...

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