Desire 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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Dream in me
by Femme Mcbridge
Sun, loafing on the sky,
Clouds gazing at the angelic meadows,
Dew drops all set to be soaked,
Birds tweeting and chirping to sing the morning glory,
Kindled my heart to set off the dream in me,
To set my mind to banter with my voice.
The voice of my pen whispered,
Beckoning me to travel beyond,
"Time traveling is that easy ? " I queered,
" Sluggish time holds no hand,
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Bloody Fantasy
by Author Reinvented
The eyes watching me;
Exciting, excited.
Blood, dripping now.
We lust.
The razor sharp edge,
Slicing, cutting,
The sharp intake of breath
No tears.
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She, I and desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I could sense her adrenalin through the chorus of her silver anklets mumbling “La Isla Bonita ....”
My hands cup her face as I get lost in the motions - the way her tongue steals my breath
The way my body pressed against hers, moulding into position and as she felt the passion growing
A rush of pulsating beats against her inner thigh and she became breathless, lost in blazing desire
Pressing her against the wall removing her fabrics of inhibitions, lips tracing her neck before licking each aroused tit
Crouching - pressing my lips on her navel, tongue unzipping her belly button - hot, horny, wanting lips action, intense
A hand running along her wet petals, waiting to the excitement I was soon to bring
Soon the butterflies faded, and passion kicked in - I lay on the yoga mat on the floor
Her moaning eyes, her fragrant oxters, the cacophony of her lips, the murmurs of her tongue making me wild randomly... inviting her to quench my thirst
I begin kissing her ankles - moving to her calves to thighs
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Her Six Yards of Sensuality
by Jayesh Goyal
Her sweet innocent looks, put me in a state of reverie - draped in a sari, she looked spectacular and gorgeous
The six yards of grace, sophistication untouched, redefined the word 'femininity - it covered her beauty with all its layers, yet oozes the oomph and call for glares
With nimbus clouds of fantasies as pen, the universe as canvas – I attempt to describe the girl in the sari
Her eyes, brighter than the blinding flares of the midsummer sun - filled with sensation and curiosity, longing for the unknown, desperate for illumination
Eyes so wide, so deep, filled with delicate roses - elegant as the flowing dress of the goddess Aphrodite, filled with passion, with fantasies, with desire.
Oh, rose addicted lips, cruel and beautiful, whisper her desires and deliberate - what does she deride more, the ache or the release?
Exposed nape of her neck - indented & erotic - it whispers, quietly sings a sensual song
Vapours from her oxters rose all around like musk-infested mist in fairyland tropical forests
She caught me and whispered to me - stop your navel gazing, there’s a world exploding out there
So icy hot is her music, as her symphony resonates, ooh la la ……
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When You Keep Choosing the Sin You Hate
by Christen Kuikoua
O God, I have no excuse.
I knew it was wrong before I did it.
I felt Your warning and ignored it.
I chose my desire over Your holiness,
and now the weight of it crushes me.
My sin is always before me.
It follows me into prayer.
It follows me into worship.
It follows me into my sleep.
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In de stroom van mijn verlangen
by Mario Odekerken
Er zijn geen oevers meer.
Alle grenzen zijn opgelost
in wat niet gezegd kon worden
maar toch tussen ons hing
als damp boven een rivier.
In de stroom van mijn verlangen
drijf jij samen met mij
op het wilde water
naar gevoelens
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Over Again
by Siti Nur Shahirah Azmer
If you want to have all of me
You can kiss me over again
In every moment that you desire
Feelings
by Mario Odekerken
Love arrives
not as a whisper,
but as a resonance-
subtle yet thunderous,
a symphony beneath the surface
of ordinary moments.
It weaves itself
into the quiet architecture of thought,
gathers in the folds
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De lust van de liefde
by Mario Odekerken
Lichaam zoekt lichaam
in stilte die niets hoeft te zeggen.
Ogen spreken in vlammen,
vingers lezen de huid als een boek
zonder einde.
Tijd vervaagt,
alleen het nu bestaat,
een ademhaling,
een zucht die alles opent.
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