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Best Poems About / On SEX
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Am I Really Free?
I am free
Free because I found you
You put a smile on my face
My face was full of suffering caused by abuse
Abuse caused by my previous lovers
Lovers that didnt know how to treat a queen
A queen is what I am
A king is what I need
To show me love, the action
Not to sex me up, the reaction
I am free
Free because I have a friend
A friend to value my friendship
Friendship that is on a two way street
A two way street with the same destination
Destination called happiness maybe even love
A queen is what I am
A king is what I need
To show me love, the action
Not to sex me up, the reaction
Kisha Banks
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Read more: happiness poems, friend poems, smile poems, love poems
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The Kiss
Here we are
Again in the circle
Our lives passing
Before our eyes
Somehow were
On the outside
Looking in
As someone else
Lives our lives
And there
A kiss
From me to you
Only its not you
And its not me
Bodies dont mean
Anything
Because the souls are
Misplaced and mislead
To a faraway land
Where dreams
Mingle and dance
With reality
And its not me and you
That live on the inside
We found the
Outside world
Of magick and drugs
Faerie wings and trolls
A place where sex
Isnt sex
Not teenagers speeding
Up the path
To adulthood
But souls adjacent
And molding
Elizabeth Rebel
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Dilemma
Is it okay?
Is it right?
That every night
I come to you
I lust you
And beg of you
For ever more,
Whats the cure?
You smell of sex
Every time
For one whole night,
You are all mine
Just the way it all began
Let this one
And that one too
I kept on asking
And you heeded too
Night after night
We made love through
Sinless passion or Sinful sex
Tell us God
What do we do? !
Aparna Chatterjee
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Not in vain?
my patience may have been in vain
there may be no one for me.
I may masturbate twice daily
until I no longer can
get up
out of bed
it may be the closest
I came to love
was in the past
and the closest I will come
to sex will be
in video games
and my imagination
Fat chicks,
annoying chicks
throw themselves
at me
regularly
but I wait
patiently
for one intelligent,
attractive, fun
and into much sex,
hopefully
not in vain.
Jon Edward Walker
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