Poetry Blogs (Sex)

Desperate for your mind to be intertwined with mine,

I writhe and thrash into your seductions.

By being intimate we are lying:

pretending to have reached a resolution

-when really all I can feel is acute stinging

of my body and emotions.

Without engaging your feelings,

all I feel is friction;

down: your sciroccian winds are rasping

my spirit and global expectations.

A...

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Out of focus there is nothing.

But he needles his way in.

And his warmth spreads,

and his essence flows and ebbs

in my mind and in my smile and in my bed.

He’s the cerebrospinal fluid

that floods my skull,

and all my cracks until I’m full.

Finally: a flash of his face and flesh;

vivid, quick, and then death.

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The poetry is pretty perhaps,

And some may appreciate the aesthetics

While being put off by the messiness

Of the content, preferring a tidy theme.

And maybe you could clean it up

A bit to avoid making the prigs uncomfortable.

Say something about flowers by the seaside,

For example, and let us forget people have sex.

And let’s forget about messy conflict

In relationships,...

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My love for you wells up from

Within

A feeling indescript

A warmth rising from the heart

A rush of oxytocin through the

Veins

Immediate and pressing

Without urgency or smothering

Felt from my legs to my

Head

And in every chakra the yoga-doers tell us of

From the crown above my head

To the root they speak of in awkward Puritanical tones

Tones we do not need, m...

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I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel 
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure 
Lest ye be bound 
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light

Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...

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British Passion

They meshed their sexual organs

in a frenzied bout of passion

pumping, grinding, panting

'til they had their daily ration

The sight was truly wondrous

and fearsome to behold

it's something done by lovers,

at least that is what I'm told

There was no inhibition

they had stripped down to the core

with every piece of clothing

strewn across ...

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Is there sex after death ?

A fascinating concept

But let's keep the topic formal

Are we talking Necrophilia

Or something Paranormal ?

If you intimate the former

I must caution self-restraint

It's illegal in this country

And I don't know where it ain't

But if you mean the latter

I submit this brief synopsis:

The outcome could be mutual

Between cons...

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The dead heat of summer
My bones are still cold
Walk through a crowded room
Cliche, but feel alone

Let him kiss my neck
But won't let him hold my hand
Let him watch me take off
Won't let him see where I land
Watch the lights going out
But never let them back on
And with the light of the morning I'm gone

Maybe blurry kisses
But not with "just friends"
Maybe outgoing calls
But not ...

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Hair elastic bangles around a wrist
Notches carved into a bedpost
One size down a leather belt
Bathroom stall in the back bar  

Live a lie but love a kiss
Short lived bliss 
Sun rise and sun run 
A wrap dress undone 

No, I don't mind
You should know I don't mind
I do this all the time
Please don't ask me if I'm fine 

Because a warm sip of fire that rests in the chest,
Is better ...

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I am not a Harley Davidson,

but a moped.

I am the opposite of a fox 

I am a badger. 

I am not the cream at the top of the milk,

I am the last dribble you find when you’re making a cup of tea.

I am most unfortunately, unsexy in my sexual prime. 

Not adored, but ignored. 

But at least I've got a sense of humour!

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