|Best Poems About / On SEX
Kissing is an intimate expression
Enacted in any sexual encounter.
Kissing is an innate operation
Employed in all corporal intimacies.
Lip-locking and tongue plugging are the two
That distinguish themselves from others.
They connect the psyches of man and woman
And help then feel about theirs souls oneness.
Locked by their lips, plugged by their tongues,
The couple will derive a sensation
That sublimates the sensation they get
When they entangle themselves in mating.
When he thrusts open her lips and pierces
His tongue and when she gets hold of his tongue
He will his tongue as his organ
And she, her mouth as her lower mouth.
The kiss compensates the denial of sex.
The kiss promotes the interests of sex.
It gives instant satisfactions to the pairs
Who are forbidden to entertain sex.
The stigma attached to kissing gone
And its acceptability risen,
Liberality of kissing will take
Care of perverts of sex in their void.
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I left the beach summer turned wild
pain was the rose of mysterious union
my dark higways and forests
so I left the beach all that remained
when we woke up was so true
was sex for me I left the beach
blood from my love jailed nervous sheets
I left poets cover girls paper archangels
I drunk cold stars iced liquors
sweet milk wine of abandon
woke up in strange places
music came over no one could hear
so far from God
so was sex for her another ruined day
I drunk a liquid night
sex for you was sweat on lips
how many ways do you know
every night when you crawl back
on the shadow prayers carpet
to the same old breacking point
starting to die speachless&wild
sex for me was a ship
I drunk her skin, at least licking away
wilderness pain from her
skin & splendour.
& I die.
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Sonnet # 253
Yes, sex`s speaking his wild urge for touch,
And love is crying for affection, care.
And I do look for you, dear, lo, so much
So we them both unite, end their despair.
So sex unites with love through you and me.
Sex gets his food whose name is called dear pleasure,
And love his paradise which`s joyfull glee,
And you and me a life nothing can measure.
So tell me where you are, or to me come
For love his sake and sex, and me, and you.
So sex won`t kill himself and love succumb,
And they don`t suffer death; it don`t come true.
If you`re as woman good and understanding,
I hope tell where you are, or to me running.
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Is It Good?
Sex date', the
why we most males
the way they
do rate our
hole is only a
few minute of
could be an
seems to be
digging the so called
why it is a
some wenches who'll
drain the last
blood out of the
during the sex
Is sex not
good? Is sex
just cute? Is it
the first art of
love? The best
path for all?
port of call?
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