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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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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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So Real

Run your fingers
Up my spine
Gently caressing
I feel fine

No, better than fine
soft and sexy
Your roaming hands
Exciting me

Turn me about as you will
Anything you do
I'll be pleased
Lips on my skin, this is new

A soft moan escapes
I want to do the same
Run my fingers through your hair
Feel my ignited flame

Reaching out
You move away
'Please don't go!
Come back! Stay! '

A cheeky smile
Across your face
'Sshh' you whisper
Let's keep a steady pace

Down you move
Your hand on my hips
Then suddenly I feel
My warmth and your lips

O sweet torture
What heavenly bliss
Please don't stop!
Never end this kiss!

But then you do
Caressing my leg
Further down you go
Please don't make me beg

Wait! Hold on!
I'm undressed? !
Is this what you did
With each caress?

Come back please
I'm starting to shiver
Your body over mine
Its the perfect cover

Where have you gone?
I can't feel your heat
Was is something I said?
Why won't our lips meet?

Tossing and turning
Moving around
Trying to feel for you
I can't hear a sound

why won't my eyes open
They're not covered
I need to see you -
Complete darkness, I'm shuttered!

Let's try again
One eye at a time
Just a peak
But what do I find

All alone tangled in sheets
It was just a dream!
Still fully clothed
I want to scream!

poem by scarlette Phoenix
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Sweet Kiss

Kiss me,
Kiss me and tell me everything,
will soon be okay,
Kiss me slowly
One more kiss to keep me,
sane
The kiss of passion

Kiss me with promises that,
you'll always be there
I can feel your magical touch,
When you kiss me
A kiss from your sweet lips,
Last a lifetime
That kiss

Your kiss,
The taste still ligerds on,
my lips
I feel it's presence there,
A forbidden kiss
Kiss me tonight without,
Saying anything

Crawl your lips on mine and,
give me a kiss
Kiss me like you have never,
kissed before

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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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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Lonely Dreams

I meditate achingly
Her delicate lips
Slowly sipping
Elegant imported wine.

In lonely dreams,
I weep at night
Wishing my hands
Were upon her hips.

Lovely flowers
Blossom in the afternoon;
But while I linger
Unable to see her,
Nothing can make me happy.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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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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In Lavender And Green

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With bells about your feet,
And music in your step,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With sunshine in your eyes,
And springtime in your hair,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With softness in your words,
And healing in your touch,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With your name upon my lips,
And delight within your kiss,
When you come to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green,
In dreams at midnight’s rest,
Or afternoon’s recline?
Come then to me in lavender and green.

Will you come to me in lavender and green,
At the setting of the sun,
When my days are nearly run?
Still come to me in lavender and green?

Will you come to me in lavender and green,
If I wait at heaven’s door,
As I waited once before,
While you walked to organ’s tune,
On a summer’s afternoon.
Now dressed in springtime hues?
My love, companion, muse,
A vision still I see,
Dressed in lavender and green.

poem by Greg Davidson
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Longing For You

Breaths mix, mingle
Become infused in warmth
Softness, taste and texture.
Hands reach out to touch
Silky hair and
Soft smooth perfumed skin.
First kisses are always so memorable
So passionate.
I watch the new lovers
Wanting
Wanting to climb into each others' clothes
Into each others' skin.
I watch her hold on to his thick coat collar
Those tiny fists full of lambswool
So full of fire.
I watch him holding her at her waist
Wanting to bring her closer but afraid to
Needing to hold on to something so he won't drown..
Get lost in her.
I watch them
Oblivious of the gusty wind
The freezing, numbing rain..
I watch them
And think of you with a longing that tears into me..
They can't hear my elemental anguish.
They don't see my pain as I stand there
Composed.
Watching two lovers in the park..
Under the White Oak Tree..
Where you first undressed me.
Remember that night?
It was summer then..
The night sky was filled with shooting stars
You chased me from near the pond where we were sitting..
Caught me
There..
Where they sit today.
We were laughing so hard
And I fell on you
As you toppled over and took me with you.
I take a deep breath
To replenish me, to give me strength
To keep me from drowning in this memory.
I think I smell your skin
Remember the smoothness and warmth of it..
I lift up my coat collar
And bend my head into the warmth..
I plunge my hands into the silk lined pockets and ball them into tiny fists..
Propel myself forward
Were it not for the pain I feel from the longing
From the wanting of you..
I think I'd be a walking corpse
Numbness would be a comfort.
I glance back as I walk away.
New love is a beautiful thing, a precious gift so full of promise
As I puff smoky breath out into the cold air
I want to cry but I can't
Something catches in my throat
A broken sob perhaps.
First kisses, aren't they magical..
I wonder if you remember or care to recall
Can you still taste
Our first kiss?

poem by Rabia Minhas
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My prayers

I touched your cold hands
hands that worked the land
caressed your tousled hair
hair that had known flair
kissed your silent lips
lips that sweet secrets keep

My prayers in vain
tears leaving stain

Your words lodged themselves
deep in the crevices and shelves
awaiting the moment of freedom
to shine in the kingdom

I touched her little hands
hands that hold no plan
caressed her soft hair
hair that dances in the air
kissed her sweet lips
lips that smile at the tips

My prayers in pain
soul bare lain

Her laughter clear as bells
chasing away spells
dispersing shadows with her light
casting wrongs putting them right

Your words came flying back
Have faith tho thee lack
it will sustain thee
in life without plea

My prayers in gratitude
love in servitude

poem by Jaan Zhou
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Lend me your Lips

Dear Love,

Lend me your Lips
For just one moment,
One day,
Once in your Lifetime
And I'll make them mine
Forever...

And you may go
Anywhere thereafter...
Any place in this world
You'll remember...
How your lips were mine
For that one moment
And how Forever...
That one moment
Became ours and ours alone.

You'll cherish that mark of mine
Those nibbles and those suckles,
Those bites of Love -
Those teasings of my tongue
Probing you in...
And you, slowly and slowly
Losing your firmness
That stiffness of your tight lips
Letting me in...

And me gaining entry -
Into those, closed lips of yours
Opening them up, like the
Blooming petals of a rose
And then, the nectar of love
Flowing from my lips
Washing you all over
Above and below,
Inside and out -
The upper and lower
Contours of your Lips.

Dear Love,
Lend me your Lips
For one last time
Let this be the First
And the last time
Ever...

I'll kiss you, smooch you
Feel you deep inside -
With my lingering lips
On the creases and folds
Of your moistened mouth.
Wetting you all over...
With the dripping wine
The bitter-sweet saline
Of my very seductive
Thirsty Lips...

Lend me your Lips, My Love
And let me imprint it
With the seal of a Lover
On her Beloved's Lips
And let this Kiss
Be once and Forever
For you to carry
In all your travels...
In your vivid memories
Of this soft and arousing
Tender love-making
Of my Lips
Entwined around yours.

Like the Dance of Serpents
Coiling in Love...
Fanging each other
With the sweet taste of poison.
Merging their mouths
Into unexplored trails of
Giddy Intoxication...
To make them endure -
And last them a lifetime
Of painful separation.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Courtesy Cough

I’ve often imagined this situation
when we’re together alone.
I visualise this romantic setting,
with the soft lights and music tone.

We whispered love words of magic,
which set our hearts on fire.
Our fingers touched for connection
leading to an eager desire.

An even softer, more intimate whisper
brought our faces to touch,
and then our lips gently kissed,
which we desired oh, so much.

A longer kiss this time with passion
brought us a taste of ecstasy.
Our fingers fondled our hair and faces,
we behaved so excitedly.

Tempting naked necks invited kisses,
tongues touched for the first time.
Pulses raced and heart’s throbbed faster,
to each other we tasted like wine.

There was no thinking at this moment
of the consequences of stop and go.
Her father coughed as he entered the room,
which swiftly ended our flow.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Magical Saturday Afternoon

I want to kiss your arms
On a park bench in the sunlight,
They’d be sweet and warm,
Life would begin to feel right.

Then we’d walk along a lazy street
To purchase ice-cream cones,
Everything you talked about
Would be as lovely as a melody.

This would all take place
On a magical Saturday afternoon.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Perfect Kiss

the perfect kiss,

that moment your lips touch my pallet,

that magical attraction that makes the connection'

leaves me in a bliss,

my fingers running through her hair,

what a wonderful orgy of emotions in the air,

such deepened devotion,

the perfect kiss,

but it's all a lie,

a wonderful lie,

she looks me straight in the eye,

and tells me the same lie,

over and over again,

deceit,

concealed in a kiss,

plots my demise,

the perfect kiss,

that's just full of shit.

poem by Lucas Miganda
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Last Night (Love Poem)

All through the night she keeps you awake.

Her skin so soft as she sleeps in your arms,
Her breath so quiet as you hold her tight,
Her scream of pleasure as you come as one,
Her body on fire as you climb the hill,
Her heart beats fast with rhythm of love,
Her gasps of pleasure as you slip inside,
Her lips so hot as you kiss her so hard,
Her breasts so perfect in the act of love,
Her desire so strong as you feel her wet,
Her passion so wild as she strips for you,
Her love so perfect as you look in her eyes,
Her beauty so radiant as she smiles hello.

All through the night you remember last night.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Anna - the story of a love

The Indians say
that the eater is the eaten.

We caught each other's eye
across a crowded room...
she with her mates,
but blushed in my direction...
and when I looked at her,
she glowed
and I glowed.

She too was ripe for passion.
We couldn't be kept apart;
later in the privacy of my room
my lips sought her unsullied bloom,
the irresistible downiness of her young skin
and soon that soft skin
was moist with passion
as we consumed each other,
and were subsumed in unity.

Now I have died two deaths from love:
first consumed by desire, then
consumed by pleasure.

What a peach she was.

Hey, seize the moment -
there's another in the bowl.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Romance Of A Budding Flower

ROMANCE OF A BUDDING FLOWER
Melvin Banggollay

You look me in the eye
with passion full of fire
As I look at your eyes
with a burning desire.

then you hold my face
as I remove your necklace
with my gentle tender lips
while you sway your hips.

You kiss me a long while
with your lip's burning fire
that really made me smile
for your going more than mile.

You pull me in your bed
with our lips still weld
then you undress me
with your hands all over me.

Ahhh ohhh you begun to sigh
As I begun to make you high
while my finger lurks deeply
in the temple of your beauty.

then I descent my burning kiss
from your neck back to your lips
while I cling to your verdant breast
with my palm swimming unrest.

then I slowly go down deeper
while I am removing your zipper
then I pull down your pants
to uncover what I really want.

With my burning desire on fire
I licked and sip with my lips
the nectar of your mystic desire
flowing wet and wild as I sip.

then you push me back to lie
in your bed so soft with smile
then with a big leap you ride
dancing over me so wild.

Faster and faster you sway
your hips with waving harmony
as your eyes turns as you see
orgasm full of joyful ecstasy.

But for me, well, don't bother
to know how I felt that day....

poem by Melvin Banggollay
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I'Need a kiss

Sunday is a holiday then we are going to that place.
That silent place full of silence, we are there standing,
we saw the so many coloured greenish leaves big trees.
so many birds, and butterflies decorating the blue sky
Then a butterfly dancing in the sky.
Together we Keep a released longing.
sitting near in the shallow river.
We see fishes in the depth so calm
We look up at the rainbow in the sky.
So many days you have never kiss me.
I'need a kiss, here in the silent place near in the river.
Trees, butterflies, fishes, please we are given a chance.to make a perfect kisses.
Here in the silent place.
My lips are longing after so many days you have never kiss me.
See my eyes, do you know my yearning?
Oh love***kiss me softly now*
everything will be quiet.
Just you and me enjoyed***kiss***
then my heart full of desire, you will know everything.
Your kiss fly with me.
Your kiss will stun me.
Your kiss will softly me soft.
Your kiss is sweet hearted.
Your kiss is a pray.
Your kiss is wanted
your kiss so bright
your kiss is everything.

poem by Dwi utami
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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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It Starts With A Kiss

It starts with a kiss,
That brings the world down,
A kiss,
That makes my body give in,

It starts with a kiss,
And your hands,
Slowly moving down my back,
And lifting me up to put my legs around you,

It starts with a kiss,
Our lips will do what they do,
My lips will part,
When yours do,

It starts with a kiss,
With my hands through your hair,
And with your hands on my waist,
Man this world seems to quake,

It starts with a kiss,
Man this is so fair,
Your lips feel so good,
On mine that just sit their,

It starts with a kiss,
That makes the whole room stop,
They see sparks fly,
And the room glow in a light so pure,

It starts with a kiss,
But when your lips leave mine,
My neck feels their company,
Then my body gives into you,

It starts with a kiss,
Your lips seem to know what to do,
Cause they are moving up and down my neck,
Once that ends they find my lips again,

It starts with a kiss,
And my body sub comes to you,
And once again,
The Kiss Is Where It All Begins! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

poem by Tin Mouse
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Desire

I desire everything you are,
the sun, the moon, you're my shining star.
I smell the perfume of your hair
and my desire is beyond compare.
I feel your lips when they touch mine.
To me they are like sippimg wine.
I drink you in. I feel your breath.
I'll desire you until my death.

I desire everything you are.
My time with you has healed a scar
upon my heart that came to me
before I knew what love could be.
I touch the smoothness of your skin
and my desire creates this mood I'm in.
My passion becomes a burning flame
and overtakes all sense of shame.

For me there is no shame, my love.
There's only sweet desire.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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