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Hymn To Pan

by Aleister Crowley

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,

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Green Chile

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.

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gloaming dawn

by Mister Rotten

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they would divulge
his archetypes were nicotine fetishists,
sluts and alcohol drudges, indulged by stimulants,
the witchcraft of which, results in a twitch
flinching submortem, enriched by the glitch into screeching
...

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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

Privilege Of Being

by Robert Hass

Many are making love. Up above, the angels
in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing
are braiding one another's hair, which is strawberry blond
and the texture of cold rivers. They glance
down from time to time at the awkward ecstasy—
it must look to them like featherless birds
splashing in the spring puddle of a bed—
and then one woman, she is about to come,
peels back the man's shut eyelids and says,
look at me, and he does. Or is it the man

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Recent Lust Poems

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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Moon Spawn

by Quinn Smorenburg

This heat, confrontational;
chips carried on shoulder.
Never breathe, think,
speak, drink till closer
bringing itself in you.
Addictions begin to
blossom. Whore house
posse; optics lopping.
Spun room; coughing.
Hid moon. Tossing.

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When I Was Small, I Grew

by Michael R. Burch

These are heretical poems about God, religion, the Bible and the Christian religion.

When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch

When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All

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Babe, Baby

by Alexandra Davis

You've got the cans,
and I've got my hands on your face.
You brush past my breast,
can't wait for the rest.
Can finally feel this heart beating
Whisper in my ear about leaving
They all know what's happening.

Door buzzer. Butterflies flutter.
You shout Baby through the intercom

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My Heart Prayer: Kneeling Before Redemption

by Christen Kuikoua

In the sacred silence of this moment,
I kneel before you, my Lord,
burdened by the weight of my transgressions.
My soul trembles, confessing
the sins that have stained the fabric of my being.
Oh, forgive me, Almighty,
for straying from the path of righteousness
and betraying the values you have bestowed upon me.

I have succumbed to the allure of fleeting pleasures,

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