Desire Poems
My Heart's Desire
by Jesher Samayla
In life,
Where full of options,
When felicity with satisfaction,
How miserable set things to be.
You'll never know the unforeseen,
Til' you meet them to overseen.
I wish, I could turn back time,
For me to take my time.
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Cinderella - The Poison Ivy
by Jayesh Goyal
Nicely curved and delectably wrapped in six yards of black cotton over a sleeveless bare-back silver blouse, a seductive goddess with divine lips - alluring, seductive, and sexy lips
Her eyes kissed by the waxing and waning moon - moaning the tales of unsatiated lust - such mesmerizing is the effect of her innocent eyes that they make a poet of a common man in me.
Her neck, a dainty - soft, smooth, bitter, and sweet, as my fingers curl around the flesh delicately - carefully not to bruise in places easily seen - so fierce is the passion that burns my desires, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and consuming.
She is crazy, volatile, gorgeous, and treacherous - impossible to resist. A summer tsunami laden with pheromones emanating from her voluptuous armpits - just a sheer glimpse melting my masculinity instantly.
I am in the most exquisite distress astride her, sweating and feeling an impetuous volcano strain at its peak inside wanting to explode my sweetest self all over her as I find myself loosening the backside buttons of her blouse — the clinking of her anklets and the tinkling of her colourful glass bangles in symphony with my sinful wishes.
The caravan of my lips and tongue travelled through her inviting oxters, her mounds of pleasure, her navel to her generous soft thighs between which my whole face has come and come ... tasting the spices of her melanin all over my famished tongue.
I hunger to devour the sweet temptress parting her sensual crimson lips - fermenting sweet juices - lingering with my delicious, luscious velvet tongue - moving in rhythm until after we hit that incredible peak as we pant in satisfaction, both blown away
The Symphony of Aphrodite
by Jayesh Goyal
I awoke to the fragrant smell of fresh roses. My nose twitched from the incredible aroma and when I slowly lifted my rested eyelids, a garden of Eden flooded my vision and I dreamily sat up in the satin bed, now padded with the vibrant hues of petals- all the shades of yellow, red, orange, pink and blue. I heard music in my head when I look at her - like a soundtrack of forbidden desires
On whispered breeze I hear her plea to feed upon her form I wish to feast and dine
I stand before her as I undress her - my lips tease the buttons of her blouse
Our eyes touch before our hands caress - our lips now part from sight that does arouse
I walk to her with swaying steps so bold - her hair unleashed, they tumble round my face
Down on my knees, my tongue seeks her navel and fingers reach above the curves to trace
My hands go around her neck and pull her in - I taste the lobe of ear and gently blow
the words of want and need desire to win and whisper pleasured treats she soon will know
I feel her tremble beneath my roving hands - her breath comes quick and knowing I lean in to tie her hands to chair with silken bands as I take command of mouth and trace your chin
I tip her head and then devour her neck - leaving marks of ownership just where I please
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Erotic Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are the best erotic poems and erotic translations of Michael R. Burch. Most of these poems are naughty or risqué rather than graphic. Erotic poems come in all shapes, sizes and forms: haiku, tanka, epigrams, couplets, limericks, sonnets, rondels, roundels, villanelles, free verse, etc. There is also a collection of humorous erotic poems at the bottom of this page.
I found the Goddess in your body's curves and crevasses.—attributed to Sappho, translation by Michael R. Burch
Sappho, fragment 42
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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Her Citrus Desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I still feel your eyes, looking in to mine - one summer afternoon.
The dry hot air, gradually turning hotter, as you look with surprise,
and then with love... one summer afternoon.
I don't know, if it is a question or an answer ... the expression floating in your eyes, right now.
I am struck in the moment, my fingers clutched in your palms, as your back rests against the wall
Let me shape your body along your curves; seep yourself into my entire being
I want your intimacy to dawdle along the edges of my lips hours after you've gone
I ache to be consumed by your eyes, intense with emotions, long after the dusk
Take me to your intimate chambers where hearts race; the rhythm of our shapes melded on satin sheets
Leisurely feel your way; a slow descend along the avenue of my pulsing swell; forgive me of my quavering immoral needs
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Erotic Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are the best erotic poems and erotic translations of Michael R. Burch. Most of these poems are naughty or risqué rather than graphic. Erotic poems come in all shapes, sizes and forms: haiku, tanka, epigrams, couplets, limericks, sonnets, rondels, roundels, villanelles, free verse, etc. There is also a collection of humorous erotic poems at the bottom of this page.
I found the Goddess in your body's curves and crevasses.—attributed to Sappho, translation by Michael R. Burch
Sappho, fragment 42
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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Love Poems by Michael R. Burch (II)
by Michael R. Burch
These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about love, passion, desire, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations have become popular with the pros ― porn stars and escort services!
Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch
“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga
Preposterous Eros shot me in
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I Yearn
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
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Smell Of Desire
by Besa Dede
Lust glows slyly in her eyes.
'Your eyes are your soul's mirrors', they say.
I cast a stare inside those clear blue lakes of hers.
What hidden desires sleep deep within you
My little-innocent one?
Inexplicably her flaming gaze pierces through my skin
Boils my blood, quivers my heart.
'I can't sleep anymore!
I think of you! '
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A lovers dream
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I seek a spot,
in paradise.
Where love is hot,
just like a spice.
A place of dream,
where hearts are won,
without a scheme,
when words are done.
Where burning hearts,
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