Sensuality Poems
Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was first seen from the
Lens of slumber,
Frozen on the lane of thoughts
For the living-dead.
Framed on the loose, huge secretions
Of essence,
The womb of Autumn, slack and grey,
Let fall the perched maple leaves,
(Borrowing the yellowness of northern
Diseases and the redness of a soutenuer's eyes —
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Orgasmic Outburst
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
On a night’s blue bed spread
For their sensuous odyssey…
The hearts throb in their minds
Pregnant with their lusty fantasy…
A cock and a cunt all together
In an intoxicating act of ecstasy...
Bodice slid off her milky body
......
sixteen
by Maya Barnes
sweet, sixteen is so
sweet as candy, unforgiving as the sour aftertaste
the parties and the gifts
that feeling of paradise
that comes with the simple number
more mature than the year before
yet lacking the responsibility of the adultness you crave
i’ve reached this ripe age
although i feel as though my time as come and gone
my friends
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I "Would"! (English [Shakespearean] Sonnet)
by Rascal the Bard
I "would" weave You love’s softest, warming dream,
with gold and silver ribbons threaded bright;
around it, gently wrap a silk moonbeam,
that you may ever glow within its light.
I "would" make you two combs, so very fine,
from tiny pearl-lit shells picked from the sea,
with stars above to add their spark’ling shine;
to place them in your lustrous hair from me.
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She and the Chocolate ...
by Jayesh Goyal
Those naughty talkative eyes, enwrap me
Smooth tender neck and voluptuous oxters, making my imagination wild .... as I stare in awe at the contours of her manifestation
I flirt with ideas, weighed against reality of my desires, nerves all exposed and left in suspense……. just waiting for her to take me higher
Her femininity incites such excitement from deep within me - A euphoria of body and mind!
She has me bewitched...weaved around some magic wicked spell
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Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was first seen from the
Lens of slumber,
Frozen on the lane of thoughts
For the living-dead.
Framed on the loose, huge secretions
Of essence,
The womb of Autumn, slack and grey,
Let fall the perched maple leaves,
(Borrowing the yellowness of northern
Diseases and the redness of a soutenuer's eyes —
......
I "Would"! (English [Shakespearean] Sonnet)
by Rascal the Bard
I "would" weave You love’s softest, warming dream,
with gold and silver ribbons threaded bright;
around it, gently wrap a silk moonbeam,
that you may ever glow within its light.
I "would" make you two combs, so very fine,
from tiny pearl-lit shells picked from the sea,
with stars above to add their spark’ling shine;
to place them in your lustrous hair from me.
......
Orgasmic Outburst
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
On a night’s blue bed spread
For their sensuous odyssey…
The hearts throb in their minds
Pregnant with their lusty fantasy…
A cock and a cunt all together
In an intoxicating act of ecstasy...
Bodice slid off her milky body
......
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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sixteen
by Maya Barnes
sweet, sixteen is so
sweet as candy, unforgiving as the sour aftertaste
the parties and the gifts
that feeling of paradise
that comes with the simple number
more mature than the year before
yet lacking the responsibility of the adultness you crave
i’ve reached this ripe age
although i feel as though my time as come and gone
my friends
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