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Touch, sweat, sigh
Fingers race against my thighs
Inhale, exhale, high
Nails tracing down your spine

Twist, pulse, heat
Skin to skin we meet
Writhe, lust, lead
Sin between the sheets

poem by Jessy Liz
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The hot hot sun

The hot hot sun
bakes
my skin skin skin
irksome infants
make
a din din din
could get under
my skin skin skin.
No
take a breath
a deep belly breath
let your diaphragm do the work
vorsprung durch inhallation
the oxygen bubbles into my blood
the heat touches my
bones
my mind absorbs those mutual benefits
slows, calms, immersed a gentle euphoria
and the warmth of the breeze embraces
I feel the joy joy joy
of the sun sun sun
on my skin skin skin
on this hot hot day!

poem by Robin Pratt
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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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Once Done Never Repeats

That first touch of sweet heat,
Underneath quickly prepared fitted sheets.
An expectation to meet,
With anticipation.
And exciting youthful triggered trembles,
To tingle fresh juices uniting to mingle.

Seems not long ago,
When the bursting of sighs...
Adjoined sweating thighs.
And lips nibbled and butts squeezed...
Quickening to a climax,
With an orgasm pleased!

Two uniting and panting...
Feeling complete and dripping wet.
That first touch of sweet heat,
Once done never repeats!
With squeaky squeals...
And clinched teeth?
No!
Not the way it was introduced,
To seduce and treat!
Those were the sweep me off my feet,
And frisk me naked years!

That first touch of sweet heat,
Underneath quickly prepared fitted sheets.
An expectation to meet,
With anticipation?
Now seems with time to await a bit longer...
For an arrival to reach its destination!
And after what comes to satisfy the visit,
It takes a while to realize what was done!
If anything.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Time You Touch Me (I Get High)

Every time you touch me I get high,
And every time you're near me I can fly,
High above the clouds and rain
Way above the hurt and pain
And when you're gone I fall down from the sky
But every time you touch me I get high
I've been touched by the angels
And I've been kissed by the very best
And I've been loved hard by quite a few
But after you I forget the rest
'Cause every time you touch me I get high
And every time you're near me I can fly
When your fingers touch my skin
That's when I start to live again
'Cause without your love, I'd lay right down and die
Every time you touch me I get high

song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Charlie Rich & Billy Sherrill from Everytime You Touch Me (April 1975)
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Just For A Moment

I want to come home and find you sleeping
Slipping under the cover
Feeling the cool cotton sheets on my skin
I hear your breathing
Then you notice my presence
Just for a moment

Molding my body to your back
Carefully not to disturb you
Skin on skin - your skin on my skin
Your warmth is invading my senses
My hand trailing lightly along your arm
Just for a moment

Setting my heart by your heartbeat
You are the one I come home to
My fingers slightly brushing the hair on your thigh
Resting on your hip
I kiss your shoulder Good Night
Just for a moment

Turning around
I feel your movement
Now you - molding your body against mine
Skin on skin
Your hand trailing lightly along my arm
Just for a moment

Intoxicated by your touch I feel you
We awake together
Letting go of our weariness
Collide, struggle, unfold, explode, release
Breathe, laugh, wind down
Until we fall to sleep - holding each other
Just for a moment

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Going Tasaday

The Tasadays
(remants of a Stone Age culture)

recently discovered in the Philippines

have no words
for war, hate or weapons

but favour
the communicative power

of skin

indulging in constant
warm enfolding embraces

loving touches.

So, this Tuesday
let's be Tasadays

hark back
to Stone Age practice

and indulge in

the process of osmosis

soaking each other up

skin to skin.

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Oh how I yearn for...hunger for this woman's skin...a touch mutating into a caresse...transforming into a kiss...a kiss becoming...!
We spend hours just holding each other...the skin of the other offering love comfort and security and sensuality. Ever since we met in Stratford and inadvertently our thighs touched when seated together...that one touch conveyed all that could be said for now and forever. In that one touch we had everything we needed to know about each other and the rest of our bodies just had to catch up!

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Witch

Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.

That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.

Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.

O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.

And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.

But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.

Under lust rain

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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New Warm Skin (demo)

One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And it's a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
It's a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I don't want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?

song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Total Eclipse

I have loved. I have loved.
Not by degree. But totally.

With an intensity
that runs too deep,
that ate haemorrhage heart;
to insidious suffering seat.
I was too young
intensity shattered internally.

You were the last.
Always.
You were the last.
Each gift of love was sweet.
Always.
You. Were the last.

Touch. Your cool confiding fingers
upon suppliant, silent sensitive skin.
Dying. With your teasing touch.

Only thing that took temporarily
away all body burning heat.

Pain I would at vassal vault
shield mortal’s pilgrimage meat.
You. Always you I seek. I seek
in fevered restless sleep.
Skin touching skin
eternally we meet.

I remember I remember
every woman I ever loved.
And what? What do? Do I remember?
I remember everything. In totality.
Years counterpoise fade...
colliding upon, contemporary substituted reality.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ice Burns

Let the ice burn upon my skin.
Oh how I need to feel it yet again.
Yeah get inside my head.
Twist and turn me from the outside in.
You don't have to manipulate me baby.
I'm more then willing.
In the heart you think your stealing.

Maybe that's what I wanted, with the pain you tried to deliver.
Sorry but you lost a friend.
I warned you from the start.
Before we went any farther.
Attachments, have to be numbed.

But what is it you really think, your feeling.
With tears in your eyes you say goodbye.
You met the white knight.
And now you meet the black knight.
I warned you that we shouldn't go that way but you do not listen.
I can't be a friend to someone who so easily can rip some ones heart out.

What is done is done.
So I had to walk away.
Pretending it was okay.
Accepting my own self inflicted wounds.
No tears in my eyes, but still it aches.
So I have to be cold.
This has grown old.

A warning from him but I already new.
Be done with you.
Another wasted sacrifice.
It meant nothing but caused so much pain.
Like nails on a chalk board.
It drives me insane.

You cheated and I know.
A confrontation we had.
He said he didn't do it, but I knew it.
He didn't care, and neither did I.
I attacked him at my front door.
By bringing that women right to my home.
That was the last night I ever spent with her.

What would you do in my shoes?
If she wanted to be suddenly wanted to be just friends right after you heard about him.
So be it, I'm done with you.
I can't be friends with such a person.
Sell you soul girl I don't even care.

I wouldn't even dare, at a betrayal to myself.
You crossed the line.
Hope you survive.
Upon your families money.
Never holding your own.
Claiming to be all alone.

Bring him, and watch him steal everything.
You did it already before.
The broken door.
Hurt me once more.
Let me not be that man.
Let it end before it begins.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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New Warm Skin

One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And its a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
Its a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I dont want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Skin morphs into
A vulnerable leaf
In the face of passion
And paralyzing fever

Skin feels a textured
Piece of unique art
Tempting one to touch
When just bathed

There's no difference
Between the landscape
And the skin when
Both are fresh

Skin,
Potent communicator
Of the subtle body language
Ah, the skin!

The treasure
Skin hides like
The deep ocean blue
What's skin deep?

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Living Happily Ever After

We used to strike sparks
off each other.
Our eyes would meet
or our hands,
& the blue lightning of love
would sear the air.

Now we are soft.
We loll
in the same sleepy bed,
skin of my skin,
hair of my head,
sweat of my sweat-
you are kin,
brother & mother
all in one,
husband, lover, muse & comforter;
I love you even better
without sparks.

We are pebbles in the tide
rolling against each other.
The surf crashes above us;
the irregular pulse
of the ocean drives our blood,
but we are growing smooth
against each other.

Are we living happily ever after?
What will happen
to my love of cataclysms?
My love of sparks & fire,
my love of ice?

Fellow pebble,
let us roll
against each other.
Perhaps the sparks are clearer
under water.

poem by Erica Jong
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Come Back To Me

Do not be slighted,
Lust, return to me
when i am strong again
when my skin feels
the tickle and the rub

Do not be shy
Come to my bed again
For my sheets are warm
My pillow dreamy.

Come back to me
AT night when i am alone again
Caressing my body
In sin

Sensual pleasures
Come and feel the dryness of my
Thighs
The blessings of my arms
The tenderness of my heart

For now I welcome all these
I am alive
I am hungry and thirsty
For Love.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sensuality

Do not be slighted,
Lust, return to me
when i am strong again
when my skin feels
the tickle and the rub

Do not be shy
Come to my bed again
For my sheets are warm
My pillow dreamy.

Come back to me
AT night when i am alone again
Caressing my body
In sin

Sensual pleasures
Come and feel the dryness of my
Thighs
The blessings of my arms
The tenderness of my heart

For now I welcome all these
I am alive
I am hungry and thirsty
For Love.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Three Words

you write about
three words, and i predict
them from the
beginning,
i look at how your
name spells
letters arranged
so easy to remember
and you hint
about the three words
that i also know....

i know you mean
i love you..

cute, tickle me, like
high school sweethearts
you like it
giggling words
i love you

but grow a little
bit, grow the length of my arms
and muscles on my thighs
grow the nails
in my fingers
some dirt in there
some stains
in my hands

grow some more
yes, have white hairs
and wrinkled forehead
and trembling hands

and some sad stories
as you go along
some griefs
that you cannot contain
move on
with such words as
i quit
i am fed up

move on, grow, let time eat you
bloat in silence
store everything
inside your chest
and hit it with your
fists

do not cry
toughen your jaws
have a rope ready
loosen it a bit
for a while
on the benefit of a
doubt
something that
is reasonable

now, think deep
thoughts
and inhale more air

then exhale
tell me, what are those three words
in your throat?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Church Sitting

You sat with Jane
in her father's church
the bright morning sun

piercing high windows
pushing colours on flagstone floors
the silence caressed you

her nearness warmed
her ankle socks and sandals
had an innocence of strawberries

her flowered summer dress
rode up to her thighs as she sat
her hands resting on her knees

can you feel that breeze?
she said
cooling isn't it

you sensed it as she spoke
yes I can
you replied

your eyes moved along her thighs
then lifted to her face
as partial sunlight

seemed to show
grace there on skin
and dark black hair

and you watched her lips move
as she spoke and said
I was christened here

and maybe I'll be wed here too
to whom?
you asked

and she looked at you
a thirteen year old boy
then looked away

some birdsong from outside
had caught her ear
and she turned her head

and you gazed
at her neck and jaw
and saw her beauty

in a way you had not before
sunlight catching her
as it had coloured patterns

on flagstone floor
you wanted to reach
and touch her arm

her skin and sense
her pulse of life
that pumped within.

poem by Terry Collett
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Lost To Lust

Thoughts of you, how my temperature rises
Your body next to mine so divine
Your touch electric upon my skin
Lost in the lust of our connection.

When we meet my body is alive
My control is abandoned to you
Nothing can equal the feelings I have
I’m lost in my lust for you.

Into a world of pure desire
We are locked together
United we feel the flow
Touch, taste, explore.

Lost to Lust

poem by Alison Smith
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As The Night Draws In

The night drew in, the moon lowered hiding from the world
Passion consumed with the lust of love
A night of power and joy
Pleasure and relief
Sensitive music and scented candles to set a mood
New sheets soon to be dirtied and defiled as pleasure consumes the conscious mind

Lips met one time, then twice and then more often as the night moved on
Heat of lust becoming apparent as the sweat started to flow

The act of sex upon them now
Who will take the lead?
Who will dominate and who will follow?
They knew soon enough as one of them proceeded to get on all fours
But before the act began a kiss short on sweet from his lips to his

The pleasure began, intense it began to come
Stereotypes and worries replaced by pleasure and lust
They're conscious minds giving away control

Time drew on and pleasure intensified
A climax was near
One man's love for another
The others lust for the man
The act of love and lust was almost over
The Climax had been delivered and enjoyed by both men

Upon they're dirty sheets they lay
Exhausted but happy of their night of joy
In love now they sleep
Ready soon for their next night of lust.

poem by Daniel Laurence
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Search Party

You touched my tongue
With yours - blending buds,
Kindling minds, racing worlds,
Unifying two lovers - one body.

Tongues wrestled violently,
Fluidly, in fluid -
Juice flowed, fluidity rousing -
Endorphin storms erupted;
Hearts raged, blood gorged
Cock, clit, tit.

Search-party hands
- desperate -
Found their feelings,
Feeling up, squeezing, sliding,
Rubbing, working, fingers fiddling.

Lungs breathed - sighing, rushing,
Panting, huffing, heaving
- ciliated turmoil.
Hearts worked harder,
Forcing blood torrents;
Whirlpool minds raced,
Blinded, careless, caring, daring.

Clothes faded, cast out - jetsam.
Skin flesh moulded, melded -
Oh to split! for
Inner flesh wanted in.

Pulses pounded,
Rounded mounds flirted nipples
At the lips;
Phallus begging, forcing, pushing,
Pushed;
Ripples crossing skin dunes
Under shudders:
The Quake of Coming - coming -
Came.

We came.
We found.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Related quotes

The hot hot sun

Breaking Free

Once Done Never Repeats

Every Time You Touch Me (I Get High)

Just For A Moment

Going Tasaday

Witch

New Warm Skin (demo)

Total Eclipse

Ice Burns

New Warm Skin

Explorations: XXXI

Living Happily Ever After

Come Back To Me

Sensuality

Your Three Words

Church Sitting

Lost To Lust

As The Night Draws In

Search Party

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