Because after a while There are no words Nothing that has not already been said In every octave With every tone Fast and spelled out for you S L O W L Y We have been soft with one another Desperate in our love making I have taken your hand You have taken mine We have placed the fingertips of the other On pulse points Stroked hidden places And pleaded "love me" Felt the heat it generates...
Added 17 Apr 2017 | Category Love Poems
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What you should fear Is Passion's voice When it calls Low and subtle Because when she speaks It feels like the wind Against your skin Right before it sweeps upward And whispers in the leaves of trees It is your new name you hear What you will now call yourself That pulls your eyes to the sky That loosens a joyous tear Passion is the color of twilight Where darkness and light interchange...
Added 08 Apr 2017 | Category Erotic Poems
I envy the type Women who ebb with the flow Balanced in their temperaments And passions They are pastels of pinkness Their darkness is a shade of blue Their voices fall gently on the ear Even at a high pitch They merely alarm Their coldness is frosty Their fire Threatening They show you the hand's palm Careful not to scratch Their fight is like Surrender I am a storm On sand And at...
Added 05 Mar 2017 | Category Erotic Poems
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Jessica’s perfect form hung just inches from the floor at the slightest of angles, facing the skylight of his loft. Her back was gracefully arched, arms drawn back and down. Her inner wrists were joined behind her, two fists kissing each other, thumb lying beside thumb, and a series of well-spaced, ornate knots linked them to her secured ankles. One set of ropes supported her upper back,...
Added 22 Jul 2016 | Category BDSM
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This is not a love poem. Let us not insult each other By wasting pretty words Or precious time. We are not of the same cut As those romantics, Those who see eternity In the face of flowers. This muse has already, Willingly, Spread her legs, Allowed you to taste her sweetness, To feel the silkiness Of her petals Against your tongue, And pluck, Understanding that where there...
Added 26 May 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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When he closed his eyes, no matter how slight, he could see the movement of her dark, golden skin against the paleness of his own. He could feel it and that was torture. He craved her touch and the mercy that it offered. A good fight in the heart of battle had always brought him great pleasure, great glory. That was where he belonged. Now, she was the only true delight of his heart, a...
Added 12 Sep 2015 | Category Historical
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I want to un-fuck you To un-see you With my heart's eye I want to not walk into a room And search for you I want to be able to breathe Even if you don't notice me With consciousness or pride When night comes I want to sleep With my eyes closed Dreaming of nothing that involves Memories of you And that body defining this body Those hands Your touch I want to not feel you on my skin Smell you...
Added 21 Feb 2017 | Category Erotic Poems
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For just a guy with rope... Lost in delusions I once assumed A certainty of self This is where I begin This is where I end This is where I stand Who I am Now with My feet tucked beneath me Relieved of the weight Of my own being On my knees before you Hands folded Free Your finger under my chin I look up into the depth That is the calmness of your eyes I watch The curve of your lips...
Added 17 Feb 2017 | Category Erotic Poems
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There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the...
Added 20 Jun 2014 | Category Supernatural
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My body aches. It is an ache that reaches from my toes, toes that curled each and every time he made me come, to the follicles of my hair, hair he had wrapped around his thick fingers and pulled with such perfect timing. It hurt to even open my eyes, because opening them would mean that it was time for me to take my behind home. Speaking of my behind… Good Lord, this man and the things he...
Added 08 Nov 2014 | Category Interracial
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