Sensual Poems
Epitome of Sensuality
by Jayesh Goyal
Her luminous rays melt me into a contented ecstasy, and fill my vision with pulsating light as I whisper, "Not as vivacious as you, sunshine"
Beauty wrapped in the six yards of chiffon, draped over teasing gold, resting in the lingering incline, uttering mysteries through her cacophonous eyes, with the answer beyond the clad, my breath is taken away in response to the marvel of such a canvas
I have seen eyes that paint a picture in my mind, held me captive, led me blind and they have no clue the spell they hold as seconds unfold - it’s as if thoughts could explode in a theme of desire
The forehead's red bindi, splashing colour in my mind, energizing the Lord Krishna in me to play the flute of passions resonating with her silent whispers
Her coloured hair, hiding her ear-ringed softness, dangling with a desire to caress her delicate shoulders
The nape of her neck - concave, erotic, exotic, fragrant - whispers, quietly sings a sensual melody of flaming dreams
I’ll admit of predisposed feelings and palates swamping my mind - desires now expressed in two tones that contrast - doubt found in fabric’s clutch while the skin, kissed by light of summer’s flame, consents much more of her longings and fabric cooperate the silhouettes split between the two - challenging worship in the thoughts to the virtuous or the lascivious
The shapes below textile’s span echo panoramas - neckline hinting nothing more than potential held within, as the curves speak to desires now suppressed
Sensual beauty, as my fingers traced with exquisite poetic strokes of the keyboard, creating of her - a sonnet of longing, for me to read over and over
To live and breathe ecstasy…To feel its power of desire and excitement and fire!
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Till the jasmine tea
by Jayesh Goyal
Today morning, as I woke up, I saw her walking down the ramp of fantasies
With her hair on fire with the sun
It has been a very long time since she came to visit my dreams
Her deep eyes spoke of silently of the burning desires
Cherries and roses - the cunning devil lips
Teeth that bit and a tongue that killed a poet of intents
My hands grazed smooth up her long neck, drawing heartbeats through surface tension
In a salted rhythm that begged to be licked clean, the gradient of need, silky-smooth in my greed
Her skin, a whispered caress across my restless dreams
Inhaling the essence of her breath, as she exhaled cruel exhalations
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Oh Yes!
by Aciis Khatiwada
From the inside, an ignition, all of a sudden.
But how?
An experience you feel so dire to experience.
You don’t have a clue but you want to.
You know the basics, but do you?
How do you approach? How do you start?
Mission Permission needs ignition.
The soul says ‘Yes’, the heart, Oh Yes!
Am i in a mess?
I’m in despair.
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Dancing Bachata on a Summer Afternoon
by Jayesh Goyal
Knocking on the digital door, thinking of her bindi and the nose ring embellishing her smile
But when it swung open, I just stood mesmerized for a while
A goddess stood before me; her sensuality accentuated by six yards of pure grace and elegance
Painted in sensual shades of desires, I was attracted to her cacophonous eyes
My paintbrush stroked her landscape, until she transformed to my masterpiece
Comets wandered by to a choreographed chant, as tenderly I unwrapped her femininity
I said I would cook for her - she said she is not that easy
My eyes ate through her across the table, as I poured wine, we never drank
Was that fire in her eyes? - A desire left untold
Lust was an all-consuming fire, flavour of our kisses fueled our animalistic needs
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Fragrance Crush
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Huge bouquet
A rich perfume crush
Surely mine
Varied kinds
Joy from the garden, parting
So voluptuous
Float
by Pascal Bangemann
Rivers of blue velvet
A silent flow, a risky dance
Never resting
Always moving
In his warmth
I will float
Cold hands
by Karla Blom
My church Remains fragmented,
reflecting beyond the room, slumbering within my flesh
My God
rivulets of my worship forge down my heated skin
Dripping,
falling,
onto your subjects below
Holy Nothings answered in cloaks of darkness,
with tears and
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Fragrance Crush
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Huge bouquet
A rich perfume crush
Surely mine
Varied kinds
Joy from the garden, parting
So voluptuous
The Tequila of Wild Desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I observed her fluttering eyelashes adorning the voluptuous yet innocent moonlit femininity
I paused for a moment to take in all her beauty, her sweet curves that aroused and attracted - reveling in her mounds of pleasure and sensual femininity
Her room was white with pink and red roses on the walls - I slowly pinned her against the wall and kissed her neck – that tasted like tequila sunrise
I licked a trail down from her neck to her navel, licking every waft of her feminine fragrance from her libidinous oxters - with every inch I could feel her tremble.
She started to buck wildly as I did figure of sixty-nine with my tongue - licking and suckling her tender ears
Hungry lips secure their place on hers as hands, lightly cupped her nervous breasts, a sigh escape - was it hers or mine?
For minutes I continued to tease and seduce her, until she looked deep into my eyes and started to beg
Without expectation, she went down on her knees in prayerful position worshiping – playing the flute like a maestro as I played with the silken hair of the goddess
Devouring my Irish cream - breathless - she arched towards the palm of my hand and fingertips push between the softest of her silk
She is boiling her pot of groans and lies down to spread her thighs - then my tongue tormented her special button - when she easily striped away any inhibitions
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Oh Yes!
by Aciis Khatiwada
From the inside, an ignition, all of a sudden.
But how?
An experience you feel so dire to experience.
You don’t have a clue but you want to.
You know the basics, but do you?
How do you approach? How do you start?
Mission Permission needs ignition.
The soul says ‘Yes’, the heart, Oh Yes!
Am i in a mess?
I’m in despair.
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