passionate poetry

Midst of Smoke: A Poet's Lust by Isaiah Gomez

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 09:29:00 +0000

Midst of Smoke
Chapter 1: A Poet's Lust by Isaiah Gomez

Fallen poets of the past
Have found their successor
Grasping her in a reverie of fantasy
Embracing the talented vessel

They molest the tender flesh
Coalescing legend and spirit
Seducing her into passion
Bestowing ecstasy into flowing veins

Fertile loins accept their sensual touch
Absorbing gifted semen
Impregnating, embodying the soul
And pleasuring the flesh

Organic juices flow
As she accepts their muse
Vigor being stimulated
As it draws away from her

Breath entranced in her lungs
Falling away into bliss.
Fruitful seeds spawn their words
Through her poetic pen.

- by Isaiah Gomez

Respect Your Elders by Fat man Says

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 02:10:00 +0000

Respect Your Elders by Fat man Says

Say... "Mister:
Can you take a little time for a twisted sister?"
"Have no time for your kind, why do you
Call me mister?"

"I have real respect
For any older man, wanna walk, I'll hold your hand?"
"Really thanks and thanks again but
I don't need a guide."

"Look mister
I was really thinking about giving you a ride."
"Appreciate your kindness and now my
Heart's starting to race!"

"Now you're talking,
Mister at a time like this you can't be pale faced.
If you think it ain't really gonna play
I'll give you a taste.

At your age mister
I would never think of letting anything go to waste.
Having respect for my elders
There will be no haste."

- by Fat man Says

Having An Affair:

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 02:04:00 +0000

Having An Affair
Chapter 4: Lost... by Hetty

Lost...

His velvet voice held answers to the choice I had made;
to feel again the blade of lust's unforeseen thrust.
I yearned to free the wife from the chains of married life;
to clear the settled dust in my sleeping veins.

Mesmerized, ensnared by his fingers on my body;
I hungered as they lingered, trailed ribbons of desire.
My senses flooded in raging inflammation,
rampaging through blood made reckless with heat.

Needing small encouragement, my lips opened wide
to feel his tongue inside, with liquid delight.
Like a fledgling feeding in endless swallow
I knew what would follow would help my flight...

Lost. I was lost
in a sweet, honeyed promise;
this stranger-adonis bade my senses awake.
Responding to his touch in uncontrollable shiver,
passion rippled like a river through my tortured skin.

Then I breathed him in, as he reached deep inside
felt our bodies slide as one, enmeshed in each other.
For an instant he was still in prolonged anticipation
and I longed for penetration to fulfil my flesh.

Then slowly he moved in a rhythmic push
Impaled to the core, in a rush of warmth
- I clung to his hips, embracing the ride,
my heart lassoed in erotic rip-tide...

The climax washed over me in sensual spasm
in an ever climbing wave of orgasmic joy.
I found a new terrain, alive with adventure
I wondered if I'd ever feel the same again...

- by Hetty

Antebellum Maiden - Part III by Seraphim Delphinium

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 01:58:00 +0000

Antebellum Maiden - Part III by Seraphim Delphinium

Maiden Enchanting

Nubile young virgin named beauty incarnate
Honey gold tresses, lips of dark garnet
Rises from sheets Peruvian cotton
Sweets on her pillow, love not forgotten.

Bodice of tight fitting royal lace
Naked beneath excruciating brace
Covers the mistress's new growing mantle
Light plays her breasts from flickering candle.

Imported silk gown in grosgrain turquoise
Layering petticoats, barely a noise
Sashaying hoop skirt, pink ribbons trail soft
Swaying svelte hips beneath head held aloft.

Cotillion calls fair young maidens from town
Gentlemen, suitors, fine dressed all around
Linen white gloves past delicate elbow
Exposed powdered shoulders, rising breast's hollow.

Maiden purveys, surveys introductions
Bowing so slightly, eyes speak seduction
Casts out her line amid lineage's function
Sweet soulful siren's chastity junction.

- by Seraphim Delphinium

Phrases From the Heart:

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 01:54:00 +0000

Phrases From the Heart
Chapter 2: Pastel Pandemonium by Storyweaver

Sailing a sea of coral sheets
entangled in ardor's flowing waves,
liquid obsession glistens,
highlighting
his masculine grace.

Vanished beneath his journey,
he's taken me to a distant place
and lain my body upon silvery shores
with effortless gentle strength.

Bursting constellations,
in spectral glamour,
ignite a fuchsia sky
as he plunges the depths
of crimson ecstasy,
chasing the echo of velvet cries.

Violet rivers of pulsing passion
collide with rhythmic bliss,
thunderous release
blushes heated flesh,
harmonious sighs
paint a sated kiss.

Pastel pandemonium
gently fades to slumber
within his warm embrace,
there I dream
of the colors he'll bring
when amber beams
caress his handsome face.

- by Storyweaver

Fantasias of the Future:

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:49:00 +0000

Fantasias of the Future
Chapter 39: (Acrostic) To Taste by Lady & Louis

Overthrown sheets;
No need for them when

This fire burns
High and higher still,
Every nerve answering.

Down and down,
Engaging sight, scent, until
Looking is not enough;
In my palms he is warm,
Gliding,
Hotter, and I cannot forbear
To taste: was salt ever so
Sweet?

Over, around,
Finding all

The senses' pleasures:
Aural delight in the
Sighing quiver in his voice,
Tactile joy of his growing
Intensity;
Nothing for him but this moment,
Giving way to

Helplessness, lost
In the unending instant:
Mine; vanquished; triumphant.

- by Lady & Louis

Fire and Ice: Chapter 23: Gentle Whispers by Dawn of Tomorrow

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 01:44:00 +0000

Fire and Ice
Chapter 23: Gentle Whispers by Dawn of Tomorrow

Upon a downy pillow top
I slowly close my weary eyes.
A handsome aura enters in
and whispers gentle lullabies.

Inspired romance invading sleep;
my spirit leaves its dream behind
and journeys through emotion's realm;
a lovers' pact to be defined.

Enclosed inside seduction's room,
exquisite candles light the night.
A golden bed awaits our heat;
entrancing music leads our flight.

His velvet kisses spark a fire,
augmented far beyond restrain.
Our hands caress, a touch that's missed;
it sates our thirst like fine champagne.

Desires are painted, thrills are etched;
exposure rules this teasing game.
As streams of pleasure warmly flow,
we're lost in rapture's bluest flame.

Composure flees as lust explodes
and ecstasy's attainment's planned.
We've set our minds to break the mold;
dramatic thrusts have sole command.

Propelling deeper midst the dark,
constrictions grip with longing force,
releasing waters from the dam,
completing satisfaction's course.

With admiration in excess,
this partnership becomes benign
and adoration takes the stage,
our knitted essence deemed divine.

- by Dawn of Tomorrow

Life Seasons - The First Summer:

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 01:36:00 +0000

Life Seasons - The First Summer
Chapter 11: Splendid, Sinful, Street Sweet by Vennan

While parked at curbside on a New York street,
There stranded while three business moguls meet,
I sit in Caddy comfort, bored but cool...
When, down the street, I glimpse a handsome fool.

I mean no insult; he is quite a sight,
Tall, dark and handsome, clad in jeans so tight
That seeing him awakes a primal itch
Between my thighs. I give my skirt a twitch

And ease a finger down to stroke and pet
As he comes closer, looking better yet!
I catch his eye and offer him a smile,
Enticing him to linger for a while.

And so he does, his hot gaze trained on mine,
Inspiring sweet lunacies divine.
I skate my fingernails across my breast
And he reacts as if he'd been caressed.

I see his hand steal lower, and I grin,
For tight jeans fight him as he reaches in
And pentrates his pocket, hotly fired,
To stroke the rise it seems I have inspired.

Excitement stirs him. That, in turn, stirs me.
I cannot look away. I long to see
The moment when his ecstasies explode
As he stands there, transfigured, by the road.

Within the confines of my leather seat,
I simmer, sultry, as I stoke the heat
That rises up within me like a flame.
If I but knew it, I'd call out his name

In that fine, final moment when I soar...
But I have never seen his face before.
He doesn't know how rare a gift he'll give;
He doesn't know the kind of life I live.

The moment comes upon me, and I flare!
I toss my head, disheveling my hair.
In afterglow, I gently move my hips
And touch my moist tongue to my trembling lips.

And that, it seems, is all it takes to send
The message to him. He is at his end,
Contorting, arch-backed, uttering a moan...
But then I hear the beeping of my phone,

A summons I do not dare to ignore:
My aging husband wants me at the door
To chauffeur him, as we'd already planned.
I toot my horn and leave, at his command.

Yet, in the rear-view mirror, still I glance
To watch a handsome stranger, met by chance,
As, red of face, he turns to walk away.
One thing I know: we made each other's day.

- by Vennan

Love's Velvet Touch:

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Thu, 01 May 2008 01:30:00 +0000

Love's Velvet Touch
Chapter 2: Lovers of the night by heartonsleeve

Background:
This deals out with a couple from another time, or place.

He calls to me in darkest twilight,
swimming around him is the starlight.
I know not of which he speaks,
I only know without him I weep.
He calls my body forth,
I am coming, my dark lord.
I take the journey at a run,
imagining his sweet tongue.
My blood pumps feverishly,
I want him constantly.
He has marked me twice before,
it will only take once more.
I arrive and reach for him,
he pulls me against his heated skin.
For I will be treasured by his side,
I am ready for his dark ride.
I feel your passionate caress,
you reach for me, touch my breast.
I beg for your sweet touch,
I want you with me, oh, so much!
You smile at me, your kiss is rough.
My lip is bleeding but it's not enough.
Our bodies fall to hardened earth,
please love, hurry up your search?
Our bodies, they intertwine
he whispers, "you'll be mine."
The rest of our clothes are ridden of,
his touch taunts me and that I love.
As we lay upon the ground,
he moves above me without a sound.
His lips bring me such delight,
his face fills my sight.
Hold me love, for I shall fall,
he sinks into me, giving me his all.
Our heart beat strong together as one,
he strokes my neck with his thumb.
The piercing pain becomes sheer pleasure
he drinks from me at his leisure.
We move together to a form of one
our sweat trickles, from our passionate fun.
We climb toward the greatest form of death,
then fall to earth when there is nothing left.
I stay motionless upon the bleeding ground,
I can't move, only look around,
I hear his velvet, sinful voice.
"You, my love, have made your choice.
I'll be back tomorrow night,
and you shall be a most beautiful sight.
So darling, sleep sweetly tight,
I shall take you again, tomorrow night!"

- by heartonsleeve

From Hell to Healing: Fantasies by experimentalpoet

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 01:30:00 +0000

From Hell to Healing
Chapter 10: Fantasies by experimentalpoet

Tie me up, tie me down
I promise I wont make a sound

I want you hard, I want you fast
take it slow, make it last

make me beg, make me plead
I love it when you take the lead

guide me now, take my hand
I love that you just understand

what I need, what I want
continue to tease, continue to taunt

even when my trust isn't there
I feel safe and know you care

- by experimentalpoet

Love Poems for Would- Be Lovers:

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 01:22:00 +0000

Love Poems for Would- Be Lovers
Chapter 1: Unrequited Love by naji

Indelible images in violet hue,
A blur of loveliness.
He studies her with eager yearning,
Steeped in his manliness.
He craves to touch her smooth silky skin,
To explore the inner depths of her mind..
He is aroused and feverishly mouths
Pleas of wanton desire
I want you, I want you.
It reverberates like a mystic chant.
What he feels is real not fantasy
With not a word spoken between them,
He has been scorched by this new love.
Tasting the sweet bitterness of desire,
Not free to show his hand,
He must wait until she can understand.
When the Tempest rains around him free,
Not give vent to emotions trapped inside
Gird his loins for wondrous love denied.

- by naji

The Art of Masterful Seduction: The Flamenco by Karina J. Belkin

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 01:17:00 +0000

The Art of Masterful Seduction
Chapter 1: The Flamenco by Karina J. Belkin

Crimson clothes sways from side to side,
My hips take it for a ride around your desires.
Intensity clenched fist lifts flaring silk,
Revealing glistening legs striking,
Graceful rain drops tapping against your stones.

Hands swerve red roses in the air.
Fingers ripple, opening inviting petals.
Like wet lips expanding for a kiss,
You glare through my bouquets of seduction,
Fragrant to your entranced soul.

My cat eyes painted in colors of the Spanish Coastline,
Fixated on you, like deep magnets on fire,
Penetrate the pinnacle of your desperation.
Owning your appetite with my stare,
I feed you spicy appetizers with every look.

Long, dark, wavy strands bounce and flare.
Sleek spirals, striking against my olive cast, satin skin.
Dew drops of perspiration sprinkle ambrosia,
With every twist of my inviting waist,
The guitar you strum with fervor, as I dance the flamenco.

- by Karina J. Belkin

From Hell to Healing: He Takes Time by experimentalpoet

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 04:57:00 +0000

From Hell to Healing
Chapter 11: He Takes Time by experimentalpoet

You know I want you badly, baby you know I do
but of those precious moments, we've only just a few
So I touch you softly, and smile big and wide
and tell you how glad I am I chose you as my bride

Don't you worry baby we'll have some time real soon
but this moment is something I just don't want to ruin
So I set you down and caress your beautiful cheek
you murmur that you love me, so very soft and sweet

Gently I lift up your skirt and feel your inner thigh
your scent intoxicates me, it makes me feel high
Your lips begin to quiver and you begin to shake
"take me baby, take me hurry up for goodness sake"

Together we explode in joyous ecstasy
damn I am so lucky that you've married me
The moral of this story....for those who missed its meaning
is take the time, enjoy your love, there is no better feeling

- by experimentalpoet

Love Poems for Would- Be Lovers: Chapter 2: Fantasy Love by naji

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 05:08:00 +0000

Love Poems for Would- Be Lovers
Chapter 2: Fantasy Love by naji

Goddess of my dreams,
Mistress of my heart.
I have missed you,
These past days

When contact is lost.
My manhood disappears.
I become flesh.
Old flesh at best.

Negative,
Ruled by depression
Overawed by life's
mundane responsibilities

I need more to prosper,
To maintain a mental balance.
You, my darling provide
Such equilibrium.

What wonder are our minds
That we can visualize at will.
Free to fantasize whatever
With whomever

We are each as two
The real and the unreal.
It takes strenth at times
To slip from one to other.

You Darling are my catalyst
Thinking of you provides strength
Already I am released
I can rise above reality.

I can see the curve of your body
the long shapely legs
The full ripened breasts
The shiny blonde shoulder length hair.

You are in that erotic posture,
Sexual elegance
Brown and naked, legs apart,
And heaving Venus mound

Darting tongue and probing finger
Tease and raise your ire
And prime you ready
For our headlong plunge into Desire

Now my fantasy has started,
There are no limits
and no boundaries
To my thoughts.

What if this were real, not fantasy
Maybe harm would be done.
Perhaps to fantasize
Is harm enough.

God forbid that I can harm
With thought that provides
Such joy and rapture,
At such an elevated plane.

- by naji

The Art of Masterful Seduction: Every Woman's Dream by Karina J. Belkin

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 05:08:00 +0000

The Art of Masterful Seduction
Chapter 4: Every Woman's Dream by Karina J. Belkin

With each wave of your passion,
Making sweet love
To the seashore of my heart,
I drift back and forth
Between the states of your reality,
And my ultimate dream.

Awake in your presence,
The rain dances
On my life's smooth surface,
And I rejoice,
In the untainted love we share,
Swimming in its perfect state.

In my dream,
Once out of warm waters
I find myself the brightest star
In your magnanimous sky.
The grand central sun in your universe.
Your calm, collective moon at dusk.
Your sultry Venus
At any time of the day.

Dreaming this revelation
I am never lonesome.
The silence of the night
Is swallowed by the company
Of your undying love,
My eternal dream.

Then I awaken,
To swim in the warmth
Of your gentle embrace
And Insatiable desire for me.
As we fuse our souls
In the climax of ecstasies,
I see that you make
My reality...every woman's dream.

- by Karina J. Belkin

Early Stuff: Paramour by 24chas

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Mon, 01 Oct 2007 04:55:00 +0000

Early Stuff
Chapter 46: Paramour by 24chas

Feminine wiles
uniquely soft,
carnal conversation
kept secret.

- by 24chas

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape: Release by Karina J. Belkin

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Sat, 01 Sep 2007 04:41:00 +0000

Ecstasy Is The Soul's Escape
Chapter 1: Release by Karina J. Belkin

My soul escapes in ruby rays
Through portals of a golden zone.
It warms the temple of my days,
For pleasures I should not postpone.
As rapture blankets surging heat,
Within me lives passion's retreat.

A trinity of love entwined,
In trails of hedonistic spheres.
No longer is my heart confined,
Now blazing with the light of spears.
Intoxicating visions of
A picturesque delight called love.

Once peaks are reached, I must retrace
The space I've flown within my awe.
Must soar against the tides of space
To go back home and then withdraw
Into my mind where thoughts of you
Release my spirit's hues anew.

- by Karina J. Belkin

Play Dirty by Debora8

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:19:00 +0000

Play Dirty by Debora8

Strip down my man, and
show me what you got.
My hormones are high,
and I need a shot...

You ain't no wussy,and
you're hard as a rock.
Come on baby eat my
sweet pussy, and I'll blow
a sexy tune on your
cock...

Slap my ass as you drag
me over the bed. It
wiggles like jello.
Ain't nothing here
dead...

Fuck me in the shower,
or fuck me on the floor.
Roll me in the mud.
Nobodys keeping
score...

Let's talk nasty about
things we want to do.
Baby, every man needs
a woman that loves to
play dirty too.

- by Debora8

Just Once by dianphillips

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 09:10:00 +0000

Just Once by dianphillips

Close your eyes
we're here tonight
nothing else matters

Run your hands
all over my skin
feel what lies beneath

Run your fingers
through my hair
pulling me closer to you

Trap me here
against this wall
until I'm ready to faint

Anxious lips meet
heated bodies collide
meshing together with urgency

Move back a little
let me undress you
so we can satisfy this burning

Don't keep me waiting
Take me with you
to that temporary paradise

Move slowly now
we don't want to rush
this wonderful feeling

In perfect rhythm
we ride the waves
of awe-inspiring passion

Like fireworks at night
my senses explode
and you're right there with me

As reality returns
I look into your eyes
I can see that you're worried

Don't be afraid
our lives won't change
it was only a fleeting dream

No one has to know
it'll be our secret
we'll go back the way we were

- by dianphillips

Passionate Poetry

noreply@blogger.com (amae d) — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 11:58:00 +0000

love.. romance.. intimacy.. passion..