Classic Erotic Poems

Memory (Sexual Desire)

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Your eyes are the prize
You need to realize they hold no lies
I try to fantasize what you hold inside

As I come around we look up and around
See that no one is to be found
So I slide back around and lower you down to the ground

My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers are streaming through the air
I hold your hips dreaming without a care

Seeking the meaning of what love is
Weakening and weakening after each kiss
Flirting and kissing trying to get to those lips

You come to me as I let you in with ease
Baby go crazy, live out your fantasy
We’re constantly staring away from reality

adam starr 88 – Tue, 2008 – 12 – 16 02:01

Sexual Desire

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My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers streaming through the air
While I hold your hips dreaming without a care

We look around and no one is to be found
I slide around and lower you to the ground
As we go down no one can stop us now

The desire of our fire
I admire how you take me higher
You inspire me to increase the fire

I slide your shirt off with little work
You smile and smirk for there's no room for hurt
It's worth every second as we continue to flirt

I position with ease as I pull you on top of me
My fantasy finally turned quickly reality
Sweet melodies as I speak softly to you, from me

adam starr 88 – Mon, 2008 – 12 – 15 00:49

Family

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OH family
oh family
My family is here I don't careabout anything but I'm here any way why I ask you
Oh graet one those family I have why do I ask
Oh family is you there or is I'm draming of one Oh Mother why
did you have me I wish it was a place i can fly or go Oh why have you put me here my love don't move come near me my love is not here my leg's don't move my eye's can't see thing.my hand's write in write til they hurt my feet is gone

sad love – Wed, 2007 – 07 – 25 20:41

Sweet Night Of Passion

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Sweet Night Of Passion

By: Tabitha A. Hill Copyright©2007

Walk with me to sneak away like pair of thief run into sweet zeal of the night,

And while everyone else sleep so deeply into their dream,

See the night cloud raging over the sky

And along with pale blue light form moon have full this dark night with light,

Feel the Sweet night of The Passion drawing us so closer

To other glaze eyes,

I longing for you to touch me the way this sweet night of passion have to me so engagingly,

So deeply,

This is the night I will release my sexual desire to you,

secretfantasy4 – Thu, 2007 – 06 – 28 03:19

L'm Sorry.

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It's so hard to find
the right words to say
when somebody you care is
hurting...

More so, when you know
that you could be one of
the causes of the other person's
pain and anguish...

There just aren't enough words
to describe the feelings
I want to share,
I didn't mean to frighten you
with my intensity but I guess,
I did, I know what has happened
is inexcusable and it would be
too much to expect that
you would forgive me.

What scares me the most
is the thought that
you might want to give up or me...

Please don't...
I'm really very sorry.

Postcard_From_Heaven – Mon, 2007 – 02 – 26 17:59

A Lovers Complaint / William Shakespeare

Grab a snickers, yer gonna be a while. It is original shakespeare poetry, great man but long winded :) enjoy. If anyone wonders why im posting classics, its simple- i do not intend to bombard the site with easy obtained info but to open overlooked avenues to newer poets by posting the classics that have inspired and delighted me.

A LOVER'S COMPLAINT
A POEM BY
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,
My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,

Lessorevil – Wed, 2007 – 02 – 07 08:56

Teased

As you enter you say I cannot touch.
Naked with your hands and mouth all over me.
Wanting to touch you has never been this much.
I am in ectasy from what I feel and see.
Our passion consumes us making it hard to restrain.
My head is filling with fantasies for us to do.
I am overwhelmed and my resistance is pain.
Our lips now meet as I expose you too.
I worship your body and cannot get enough.
We come closer with a connection thats true.
I realize why you did this even though it was tough.
You made me want you more than I have ever wanted you.

(Dedicated to Wilma)

barkypup – Wed, 2006 – 09 – 06 04:31

You Told Me You Loved Me

you told me one day that you love me
then one day were not even there
what happened to us i have no idea
we told each other that we loved one another
then you left and i was all alone
you left me with a kid to raise and no one to help me
but you told me yoyu loved me so now i will
end this with one bloody kiss

Amyre_2009 – Tue, 2006 – 03 – 28 19:47

You Told Me You Loved Me

you told me one day that you love me
then one day were not even there
what happened to us i have no idea
we told each other that we loved one another
then you left and i was all alone
you left me with a kid to raise and no one to help me
well this will end today
i will end this with ond bloody kiss

Amyre_2009 – Tue, 2006 – 03 – 28 19:46

POET'S WIFE

POET'S WIFE

My reciting seemed to delight her
Though for me it was love at first sight.
When she found out I was a poet,
She asked, "what kind do you write?"

"Love poems, mostly," I told her
While we walked alone in the park
Love's fever became even warmer
As two shadows embraced in the dark

I'll always remember when first we met
I whispered a poem in her ear.
Ever since then how happy I've been
And other women I've no need to be near.

They say that poets are divine
Though my wife would argue, that’s not true!
For, whenever I lose my direction,
It’s she who tells me what to do.

Tom Zart – Thu, 2006 – 03 – 23 05:08
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