The Masterpiece
Within the passion of your kiss I feel your soft sweet lips,
I caress your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I hear your cries of mercy and it stirs my very soul,
Your body is soft putty, a masterpiece for me to mould.
Frantic grasping touches mixed with loving longing sounds,
Strokes of wanton desire wrapped in passion that surrounds.
Trembling with desire that flows through us feeding on our lust,
Content within our being, we embrace the one we trust.
Pressure from my hands as now I begin to play,
Tremours of desire rip right through us as we lay.
Your breath it is suspended as my tongue now travels far,
It gives such a sweet sensation and you shine now like a star.
We are lost within the moment as our bodies do compress,
An electrifying sensation, your skin pressing on my chest.
The wetness of your tongue feels the prescence of my heat,
Our bodies are on fire as the two of us do meet.
There is a desperate hunger that is fueling both our needs,
As two lovers come together both now desperate to feed.
Taking all my passion, wanting, feeling only me,
The joy it is transcended, we become what we can be.
I hear your longing whimpers, the smiling face of you I see,
Watching as you writhe below, you lock your gaze on me.
Clutching fingers tightly there's heat and passion in this room,
Your eyes can see right through me, in you I long to be comsumed.
Pounding hearts beat faster, beads of sweat begin to drop,
Lost within a moment that neither one of us can to stop.
I bite your lips as we kiss and pull upon your hair,
Our bodies move in rythm in the steamy humid air.
The moment is upon us cries of passion grip us now,
As within each thrusting motion we release not knowing how.
As we lay within each other we remember what has been,
We lay looking in each others eyes, the dream it was so keen.
Within the passion of your kiss, I felt your soft sweet lips,
I caressed your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I heard your cries of mercy and it stirred my very soul,
Your body was soft putty a masterpiece that I did mould...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Passion
As I look in your eyes,
In the pale moon light,
And see your lil smile,
That lights up the night.
As I feel you body,
Pressed tight up to mine,
Your skin feel as silk,
As our bodies intertwine.
Feeling the passion,
With each touch of you skin,
The breathing gets harder,
As I kiss softly your lips slowly to your chin.
Our hands are wondering,
Exploring each others bodies as they go,
Kissing and caressing each sensual spot,
As we feel the passion start to flow.
Thrusting to one another,
As the heat starts to rise,
Kissing your soft lips,
As I slide my hand up your thighs.
As the sweat starts dripping,
Our bodies start to glide,
Feeling as tho we are one,
Each time our bodies collide.
Each time we connect,
Its like the waves crashing ashore,
The feeling is so wonderful,
As never before.
poem by Richard Goolsby
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Love's Embrace
The flame of love flickers within the shadow of night
Two souls shall dance in perfect harmony
The heat of love holding them like a moth to a flame
Heart felt emotions relived yet never growing old
The world around us becomes nought but a dream
This everlasting moment reflected in our eyes
Heated skin against heated skin sparking the fire within
Caressing lips stoking the fires of passion
Trembling bodies locked within a lovers embrace
As passion moulds us into one sweet entity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Passions fire...
The flame of love flickers within the shadow of night,
Two souls shall dance in perfect harmony.
The heat of love holding them like a moth to a flame,
Heart felt emotions relived yet never growing old.
The world around us becomes nought but a dream,
This everlasting moment reflected in our eyes.
Heated skin against heated skin sparking the fire within,
Carressing lips stoking the fires of passion.
Trembling bodies locked within a lovers embrace,
As passion moulds us into one sweet entity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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Feeling the Passion - Very Erotic you have been warned
Let me take you hold your body in my arms
Kissing those tender lips long and deep
Can you Feel my passion rise
Let us make love all through the night
Quickly decide, we must not waste a minute of time
Deftly remove all my clothes
Slowly I begin to caress your soft skin
My fingertips start to wander
Feeling the softness of you
Those tender breasts draw my fingers to them
Touching and stroking them
Covering your body with kisses
Over the curve of the breasts
Slowly reaching the nipples peak
Sucking with greedy abandon
The heat of our bodies rapidly rising
Breathing starts to increase
Panting harder wanting you now
Your body inviting
Moulding itself into mine
Thighs parted anticipating
Requesting my body’s presence
Obligingly I settle between them
Connecting to you
So slowly at first bodies moving in time
Reaching deeper into the depths of passion
Increasing the rate of heated attack
Faster rapier like movements
Lust consuming us both
Animalistic instincts taking over
Both wanting our own pleasure
Minds blocked to all other thoughts
Oh the passion
Faster we ride our primeval lust
Peaking explosively together
Tasted the essence of passion
Screaming my name in orgasm
Your body bucks with mine
We are as one, engulfed in each other
poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
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I wait to meet her gaze then she will understand I will hold my breath and kiss her hand
I wait to meet her gaze then she will understand
I will hold my breath and kiss her hand
I will see her blush her cheeks red now
I will smell her hair and kiss her brow
It will bring me joy to hear her speak
I will take her hand and kiss her cheek
I will feel her skin beneath my finger tips
I will hold her face and kiss her lips
Our love's true passion can now begin
I will caress her form and kiss her skin
Our passion will flow like summer rain
Our love will be fulfilled as we kiss again
In the afterglow in fond embrace
We speak of love and I kiss her face
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Whisper on my neck
Passion in your Kiss
I
Can
Say
This I felt the passion in your kiss that I remained speechless!
And the hairs on my skin stood up attention because your lips stop my next move that I wanted to curse and birth four letter words at first but I didn't, I didn't, I didn't! ! ! ! ! !
I looked in your eyes and you kiss my neck that I broke out in a sweat because every part of my body became hot, hot like the heat in a fire because of the passion that was behind your Lips that slowly walked around my neck like it was a whisper in my ear!
poem by Clarence Williams
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More!
I see myself holding you close to me,
Squeezing your body tight.
But for all I see as I daydream-
I know I'll get tenfold tonight.
Running my palms across your breast,
As you tremble and bite your lip.
Feeling your hands upon my chest,
The softness of each fingertip.
Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft,
And slowly lowering my kiss.
Over pert nipples, across your navel,
And finally into pure bliss.
Looking upon your face from below-
As you tilt back your head.
Feeling your fountains begin to flow-
As you ease back on the bed.
Your "innocent little devil" look-
Crying insatiably with the sensation.
Lip to lip lapping up every drip-
From the well of your creation.
The way you pull me up by the hair-
To the heat of your mouth, on fire.
No other thoughts, no other cares,
Just the quenching of mad desire.
Riding the tide of passion,
Pushing my love into you.
On the waves of your emotion-
In slow motion, so sweet and true.
Pulse pounding in resounding rapture,
Taken to the hilt, then just past.
Rhythm growing, faces glowing,
The climax coming fast.
That heated, illicit look-
Of ecstasy across your eyes.
The culmination nearing-
Within your undulating thighs.
Echoing throughout the heavens-
On overindulgent cries.
The sultry look upon your face-
In reaching that gyrating gush.
The way you bite my fingers-
When I try to make you hush.
Your arching back, your fingernails,
Your perfume mixed with sweat.
The way you keep rubbing against me-
With your insides already so wet.
The way when I'm beat dead and ready-
To fall face first to the floor,
You put your sweet lips to my ear-
And whisper, "I want more!"
poem by Michael Anderson
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Bed of Lavender and Lilac
It is my extraordinary pleasure
To feel the hem
Of her blue dress
As the sunlight dances
On her soft, shoulder-length hair
In the delicate afternoon.
I have child-like eagerness
To kiss her wine-touched lips
In the magical moment of desire
When I place my hands
On her sweet and girlish hips
And I begin to slowly taste
The warmth and passion
Of her exciting perfumed skin.
I will transform myself
Into the most perfect lover
She ever undressed with
In a room full of flowers;
She will not forget
When our bodies met
On a bed of lavender and lilac.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Life's dance...
Long into the night we dance you and I,
Bodies so close I feel your heart beat against mine.
A slow passionate rythm binding us together,
Your hot breath scorching my skin as we move.
The beat of passions drum driving us onward,
The fierce heat of lovers has engulfed us.
Face to face, hip to hip our lips colide,
A kiss that whispers passion only a heart can hear.
We ignore all of the confusion that surrounds us,
And give in to the primal need that drives us onwards.
Once more life's dance beats out the rythm of existance...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A wishful touch...
A wishful touch, soft and tender.
Then a whisper, full of desire
A sudden gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire
No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regret
Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime
The softness of your lips, whole
As they slide over mine
Taste like honey to my soul
As they take me back in time
Oh, the fire of your touch
Like hot silk on your tender breasts
The passion I crave so much
As I taste the nectar of your kiss
A Slowly drumming melody in my heart
Your skin like a river of light
My moan of pleasure as you start
Ecstasy I'd never fight
A lovers tune dances up my spine
As the shadow of my embrace
Slides across your thighs
Ohhh sooo slowly the pace
Our hearts mingled in rapture
The torture of passion so sweet
The affection of a thousand years
As at least we meet
Tomorrow maybe bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion's flames.
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Soft And Tender
Naked bodies
locked in passion’s throes,
behind closed doors,
so no one can see.
The heat of their loving,
within their embrace.
The soft and tender
murmurs that their voices make.
The passion rises,
and theirs voices adhere.
They are locked together,
two becoming one
in the heat of the passion,
which no one can feel, but them.
The steamy seductress
where loving is our fate,
now laying side by side,
arms still locked
around one another,
now that the passion is over.
16 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Lingering Kisses
A lingering kiss remains on my lips
I can feel your warm skin below
Entangled in our passion
Pure
Raw
Undeniable
Sparkling eyes stare off into the the distance
Hands tremble, voices break
the soft Moonlight kisses every curve of your body
Groping hands explore every part of an unknown world
Taboo
A fire ablaze in our kiss
A mad passion
eyes open and the hunger quells
Breathe in
Breathe out
A lingering kiss remains on my lips
poem by Katherine H. Belle
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Breaking Free
The heat begins as the movement starts,
Two bodies, two hearts,
One place, one dream,
The sweat becoming a steady stream.
One against the other skin pressed,
Their bodies together, both undressed,
Together they move, together they feel,
Both wondering how this feeling could be so real.
They lay together fingers raoming, tracing,
Bodies steady, minds racing,
Bothe wanting, both longing.
The feelings so vivid, the so taunting.
Lips roam over features, memorizing turns, dips, taste.
Bodies tangled together, hands laced,
Breathing so uneaven, yet so right.
Together they stay, through the long night.
Moans break through the air,
Into eachither they melt, into their eyes they stair,
Both so lost, yet forever lost in one place,
Skin together as one, as hearts race.
The bodies meet and one enters the other,
Both in pain, both in longng for the other,
Both wanting more, bothe lost in their dream,
as they melt together soft as cream.
Their eyes flash bright and open,
Both hoping, both wanting to feel it again,
Together they smile, love is all they now see,
Their eyes close, their hearts slow, they break free.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Dream Lover...
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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A Dream Lover
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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I Am Longing For Your Tender Kiss
Kiss me in the day, kiss me at night,
Kiss me tenderly to the end of time,
Wrapp me with your passion in your loving arms,
Surround me with happiness, fill my life with charm.
Kiss me now and kiss me sweet,
I crave for your passion as i crave for your tender kiss,
I crave everything about you, your smell, your laugh, your lips,
You drive me insane with such pleasurable agony.
Kiss me in the rain, kiss me in the morning,
K iss me at the sunset, or kiss me when you want it,
I am crazy about you and i desire you more and more,
I want you so much, i am longing for your tender kiss.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Kiss Me, Kiss You
Kiss me, I know you want to
Kiss you, because I want to
Lips soft like butter
When you kiss me it makes my heart flutter
Kiss you, makes my heart sing
Kiss me, I hear the bells ring
With this love, it's not a thing
Holding me back
Do you feel me quiver?
Do you feel me shiver?
I don't need to have you
Inside of me to feel love
Kiss me, passion as our lips meet
Passion as we feel the heat
Kiss me, I want to feel free
Kiss you, come closer come and see
Love to most is the same
But with us our lips is the game
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Our First Time
We were young kids just learning about life.
But we found we had deep rooted feelings for one another
As we met to get together for the very first time
we gave each other a pecked kiss (our first)
We pulled each other close, and our hands held each others arms.
As we looked into each others eyes, there was a passion
Beginning to rise.
Our mouths joined together and we started experimenting
Our very first French kiss.
We felt our blood boiling to a high crescendo, and then
Crashing down like the waves against the shores.
Our mouths searching hungrily for more.
The kiss lasting for a few minutes, and the passion
And excitement taking control.
Finally I pulled away from her warm, soft, sensuous lips
And we stared into each others eyes again.
She slowly took her hands from my arms and started
To unbutton my shirt while looking me in the eyes.
My heart was pounding even faster now, as she took
Off my shirt, dropping it to the ground.
I in turn did the same thing to her blouse, removing it from her body.
She then removed my t- shirt leaving me bare chested.
I took off her bra, and we pulled each other closer
Where our chests were touching, and the heat and passion
Made us become as one.
I then unbuttoned her slacks, and let them dropp to her ankles
And started to remove them slowly.
She in turn did the same to me.
We looked at each other in our under wears and pulled
Each other close again.
Feelings and emotions that we never experienced before
Started to fill every part of our beings.
The blood pulsating thru our veins felt as if it was on fire.
Our hand caressing each other, exploring ever so gently.
Our lips joined together again in a kiss of passion and delight.
It was becoming harder to control our desires, and
The need for fulfillment.
I put my thumbs on the sides of her under wear and slowly lowered them to her feet, and removed them.
She did the same to me, slowly removing mine and taking them off.
Again! We embraced as our bodies became as one, moving
In unison in a slow moving rhythm.
Our loins on fire, burning with desire.
I lowered her to the ground as I continued looking into her eyes
And then I positioned myself above her in anticipation
Of entering her body and soul.
My blood to a boiling point, and my head feeling like
It was about to burst. I felt my legs and arms trembling
As I started to lower myself down and as I *****I *****
I woke up from this dream. A DREAM!
Ha-ha -life can be bad.
poem by Louis Rams
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Lovers In Arms
Passion explores
New avenues of the soul
Bringing with it fire
Burning lips kiss
Hot breath embracing
Each sensual touch
Lovers in arms
Moving in the night
A dance of desire
A serenade of passion
Eyes hold firm
Another’s longing gaze
Teeth bite against lips
A faint taste of blood
A racing heart
Telling its own tale
Where lovers in arms
Lay in the night
poem by Matthew Holloway
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