Passionate Love Poems – 113 The Best Erotic Poems of All Time


It has a thing that can make for one hell of an unbreakable pairing. The answer is passion. Passion is one of the most powerful emotions a person can have, and love is right up there with it.

Passionate love has the power to push us into adventures we might not have taken otherwise. It makes our heartbeat and our mind fog but sometimes it is exciting similar to the first drink of coffee in the morning. Passionate love may be addicting to the point of drunkenness, as well as dizzying and disorienting but it also can bury us in a whisper.
Love that is passionate isn’t always the best thing for your relationship.

While it has its drawbacks, it also has the potential to become something incredibly magnificent. The best and most powerful part about passion is that it can fuel a relationship to last longer than you ever dreamed if you’re with the right person.

We’ve gathered 113 passionate love poems — sensual lyrics about desire and lust. Love is full of desire and closeness, and this sexy poetry shows that sex doesn’t have to be filthy or unpleasant. Sex, on the other hand, can be the most wonderful and natural thing in the world between two people who are deeply in love with each other.

Below are 100 sensual, romantic, and passionate love poems for couples — the best sexual poetry about making love and intense love. Hope you have beautiful moments with hot and sexy love poems on Poemfull.Com! All is the best!

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

John Keats

Passionate Love Poems – 100 Sensual Poems About Passion And Lust

My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body

Touch by Octavio Paz

1, To His Mistress Going To Bed © John Donne

Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tir’d with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime,
Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th’hill’s shadow steals.
Off with that wiry Coronet and shew
The hairy Diadem which on you doth grow:
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread
In this love’s hallow’d temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes, heaven’s Angels used to be
Received by men; Thou Angel bringst with thee
A heaven like Mahomet’s Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know,
By this these Angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go,
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man mann’d,
My Mine of precious stones, My Empirie,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.

Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth’d must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta’s balls, cast in men’s views,
That when a fool’s eye lighteth on a Gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.
Like pictures, or like books’ gay coverings made
For lay-men, are all women thus array’d;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)
Must see reveal’d. Then since that I may know;
As liberally, as to a Midwife, shew
Thy self: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
There is no penance due to innocence.

To teach thee, I am naked first; why then
What needst thou have more covering than a man.

2, I Love You © Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

3, Basket Of Figs © Ellen Bass

Bring me your pain, love. Spread
it out like fine rugs, silk sashes,
warm eggs, cinnamon
and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me

the detail, the intricate embroidery
on the collar, tiny shell buttons,
the hem stitched the way you were taught,
pricking just a thread, almost invisible.

Unclasp it like jewels, the gold
still hot from your body. Empty
your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it,
cradling it on my tongue like the slick
seed of pomegranate. I would lift it

tenderly, as a great animal might
carry a small one in the private
cave of the mouth.

4, To Put It Simply, I Want You © Iloveit

I want to be your companion
and walk hand in hand,
your strength enveloping mine.
Autumn leaves falling,
scuffing feet and laughter,
sharing nights, not finished by the dark.

I want to be your confidant
as you pen your deepest
thoughts, as your heartaches
bleed and finally break free.
Your dreams, I keep as if my own.
I want to smile as you smile
and giggle with you
at nothing at all.

I want to be your lover
and find the passions
that move you to action.
I want to be the softness
that induces you to trust.
I want to be the naughty
that makes you come back for more.
I want to please you.

I want to share your breakfast
and your dinner,
I want you in the shower
and in your bed and
with soft steps to bring you coffee
(I take mine black)
Your strong arms, the legs
that power your thrust,
your lips of pleasure,
these are the fuel of my desire

no it is no secret, my love,
and to put it very simply,
I want you.

5, Sea Poppies © H.D.

Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,

spilled near the shrub-pines
to bleach on the boulders:

your stalk has caught root
among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch-shells.
Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf
as your bright leaf?

6, Lust © Yusef Komunyakaa

If only he could touch her,
Her name like an old wish
In the stopped weather of salt
On a snail. He longs to be

Words, juicy as passionfruit
On her tongue. He’d do anything,
Would dance three days & nights
To make the most terrible gods

Rise out of ashes of the yew,
To step from the naked
Fray, to be as tender
As meat imagined off

The bluegill’s pearlish
Bones. He longs to be
An orange, to feel fingernails
Run a seam through him.

7, The Coupling Of Passion And Erotic Lusts © Temptress

A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.

8, Assurance © Emma Lazarus

Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed
Together in my dream, through some dim glade,
Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew, between the trees,
The hidden glow-worms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night-breeze
Mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went,
As sporting with our passion. Low and deep
Spake in mine ear her voice: “And didst thou dream,
This could be buried? This could be sleep?
And love be thrall to death! Nay, whatso seem,
Have faith, dear heart; this is the thing that is!”
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.

9, A Magic Moment I Remember © Alexander Pushkin

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare

I pray to mute despair and anguish,
To vain the pursuits world esteems,
Long did I hear your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of reinessance,
I looked up – you again are there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare

10, Recreation © Audre Lorde

Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.

11, Making Love © Brandee Lyann Hilbert

Underneath the moonlit sky, beneath a blanket of stars,
I lay with you in a land afar.
It’s so quiet; all I can hear
is my breath I vaguely take with you so near.
You have my body bound.
I’m lost in your presence, where I can’t be found.
You kiss my neck; it feels so nice.
You have me feeling so enticed.
As my body emerges,
it yearns and it urges
to feel your embrace
and to taste your taste.
As you put it in,
a little smile grins.
Should I whisper, faster?
Or should I scream for my Master?
You’re pulling my hair,
I feel, as if I were floating on air.
As I tremble and begin to shake,
you quiver and quake.
Underneath the moonlit sky, beneath a blanket of stars,
I’m yours, wherever you are.

12, A Kiss © Joe Leblanc

Would you kiss me tonight
so soft
so gentle
arouse deep feelings
please, make it so sensual
can you feel a kiss without your heart
so warm your lips, I felt them part
no words can be spoken, the meaning is true
that kiss will last forever
it’s only for me and you
a kiss from the heart

13, Ready For Love © Ruth Kephart

Take my hand and lead the way;
tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear.
Kiss my lips and touch my skin;
bring out passions deep within.
Pull me close and hold me near;
take away my pain and fear.
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light.
In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one.
Give me wings so I can fly;
for I can soar when you’re nearby.
Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it’s time for me to watch it fall.
I’ve been a prisoner, can’t you see?
Break my chains and set me free.
Strip me of my armor tight;
you’ll find I won’t put up a fight.
Release my soul held deep within…
I’m ready now, let love begin.

14, Unseen Love © Loved and Lost

Why didn’t you call her back last night?
Do you think she doesn’t care?
would it even catch your attention
if she cut off all her hair?
And when she burned you with the candle
she did it because she liked you.
Didn’t you notice she burned herself
to feel what you felt too?

You told her all the answers
before the questions were asked.
You knew just how to do it
before you knew the task.
they wrapped a chain around you
they won’t even let you grow
they think they do what’s best
but they will never know.

You are a prisoner inside,
don’t think she can not see
all the pain around you and who won’t let you be
she’s been there herself
don’t say it’s not the same
it feels just like they all did
although it has a different name.

You close up all the curtains,
so no one can see inside
you want her all to yourself
you want her to hide
your afraid of all her beauty
and what’s inside her head-
the only time you love her is when she’s lying in your bed.

15, A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning © John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
‘The breath goes now,’ and some say, ‘No:’

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
‘Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refin’d,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the’ other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun.

16, Emotional Vampire © Stage Diva

standing before you,
naked, but unaware,
body trembling with every breath,
I await your approach.

embracing you in ecstasy,
our energies ascend in
a feverish rapture as the
moon illuminates our silhouettes through
lace curtains.

you pull away,
leaving me listless,
writhing in agony on the
floor as my essence seeps through
my skin into you,

my sweet, emotional vampire,

who leaves me in anguish,
tormented until our next encounter when
I will stand before you,
waiting to be drained again.

17, My Weakness © Kanani Johnson

Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
That’s how I feel when I look at you
Passion burning like a wildfire
You are my weakness, my heart’s desire
Take my walls down
And leave me bare
With you I have no care
Breathe me in slowly
Take me in
Press your lips against mine
An innocent sin
I’m done dreaming of a better man
Waiting for him to take me by the hand
Because what I found is so much more
Dreams became reality when you walked through that door

18, No Mystery © Gothic

You look into my eyes and see things you don’t understand.
Am I a mystery? I think not.
You look at my smile;
You search for something that isn’t there.
Am I a mystery? I think not.
You listen to my voice, and call me an angel.
This angel is flesh and blood,
Not a doll to be put on show.
You see—I’m not a mystery.
I am me.

I am flesh and blood.
Touch me; I wont break.
There’s no mystery here.
Caress me; feel the warmth.
I’m not a mystery; I am Woman.

Here I am—desires abound;
Relentless and sensuous—yours to caress
Like a flower; make me bloom.
Don’t stop; not even to rest!
No mystery here; Just a Woman.
I feel the weight of your body against mine;
Your heaving breath upon my skin.
The most gentle touch on my thigh,
The soft nibbling on my breasts—
Moving slowly in a downward motion.
Now you see,
I’m no mystery; I am YOUR Woman.
I am all Woman.

19, The Heat Of My Desire © David Farrar

In the still of the evening
Without sunlight to intrude
I see the twilight’s in your eyes
As the moon sets up the mood

Playing music soft and low
While romance fills the air
I can’t help but feel aroused
The very moment you come near

You submit to my embrace
While candles flick their flame
And the smell of sweet perfume
Seems to drive my lust insane

As I look into your eyes
And run my fingers through your hair
I taste the sweetness of your neck
As I nibble at your ear

I then whisper words of love
As you answer with a sigh
And in a very sexy way
Your sweet body comes alive

Your the heat of my desire
As we slowly come undress
I then start to lay you down
While you welcome my caress

With your luscious sexy curves
You have a taste I can’t resist
And your breast show some response
When I touch them with a kiss

As I soak inside your love
To a sexy love condition
Feeling passions start to rise
While making love in all positions

You give me so much pleasure
For ecstasy is here
With you wrapped inside my arms
To this heated love we share

Now no one can come close
To this love that we inspire
For only you can fill this joy
And the heat of my desire

20, I Look Upon Her © Raven

I look upon her face lying on my pillow
Lit by the light of my bedroom window
Wrapped within my gently arms
Knowing she will come to no harm

I look upon her hair, soft and fair
Unable to find the words to compare
Answers she has given me in times of pain
That love and hope will visit again

I look upon her lips, moist and red
Giving me life when all was dead
She restored my heart when it was lost
Melting what was covered in frost

I look upon her breasts, firm and strong
Knowing that love could not be wrong
Slowly moving with every breath
Always knowing she was not like the rest

I look upon her hips, round and smooth
Gently touching not daring to move
I fix the sheets with delicate care
But a gentle kiss is all I dare

I look upon her face staring into mine
Filling my body as if it were wine
I close her eyes with gentle kisses
For she has answered all my wishes.

21, Between Your Sheets © Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Between your sheets you soundly sleep
Nor dreams of vigils that we lovers keep
While all the night, I waking sign your name,
The tender sound does every nerve inflame,
Imagination shows me all your charms,
The plenteous silken hair, and waxen arms,
The well turned neck, and snowy rising breast
And all the beauties that supinely rest
between your sheets.

Ah Lindamira, could you see my heart,
How fond, how true, how free from fraudful art,
The warmest glances poorly do explain
The eager wish, the melting throbbing pain
Which through my very blood and soul I feel,
Which you cannot believe nor I reveal,
Which every metaphor must render less
And yet (methinks) which I could well express
between your sheets.

22, How Dare You © LaTiefa Alston

How dare you walk into my life at the eleventh hour,
Causing confusion in my world and seizing the power
That I possess over the feelings I choose to have for a man,
You weakened my wall by holding my hand;
By being the man that I miss
And showing you care in just one kiss.

How dare you walk into my life through the back door and unannounced;
Leaving me dreaming of every moment
we’ve spent together and thinking of every ounce
Of desire I feel to have our souls connect in such passion that it’s surreal;
To feel your heart pounding against my chest,
To be entangled in each other’s arms,
My lips kissing your neck as your tongue explores my breasts;
Back and forth, up and down,
On the floor, in the shower,
‘Til my head rests on your chest at the morning glory hour.

How dare you walk into my life and expose these thoughts that
I have buried for so long,
That I have been able to suppress
So that I may go on;

You’ve put me in a spot from which I cannot move,
You’ve made me vulnerable again,
‘Cause you’re so damn smooth.

How dare you do this to me,
But the next time you do,
Please knock,
I’ll still let you in…
If you keep doin’ what you do.

23, The Love I Feel © Linda

To hold you close to have you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whispering the words I long to say
Being able to show you my passion in that special way,
The loving, caressing, kissing would feel so right
Expressing our love right through the night
Our bodies joined as one in pure ecstasy
Thrusting, moaning, loving as You become part of me
Reaching that point there is no going above
Our bodies explode together in out throes of love
After, cuddling, laughing, talking all part of us too
I look up smile and say I love you.

Incurable Romantic © Alastair Adamson

Listen; do you hear it not?
Fast beating heart with fluid hot?
‘Tis at your presence that such is so;
A gentle kiss would staunch the flow.

Beads of sweat bead on my brow
As you whisper soft and low
And place a kiss upon my lips,
Gentle hands upon my hips.

Down are drawn we to the floor
Whilst our spirits rise and soar.
Deeper sink we into bliss
With shorter pause between each kiss.

My mind races with fevered thought;
I found the one for which I sought.
I gasp for mighty draughts of air,
As you nibble on my ear.

I slip my arms about your waist;
Never a moment do we waste.
Your nails trace furrows down my back,
And I lose myself in eyes so black.

What is that annoying sound?
I float away and look around.
The plastic beast has worked its charm;
I smash the cold and vile alarm.

Things are never as they seem,
But I miss the Lady of my dreams.
I ready myself for another day
And go about my lonely way.

24, Innocent Exchange Of An Erotic Confession © Samuel Blaizes

I’ll gently touch your hand,
and you’ll give me a look
that could enslave the wildest dream.
I’ll raise your lips to be kissed in vain,
and enchant your mouth
with the caress of an eager tongue.
And if you’re angered,
I no farther meant than to please you,
release you,
and receive your innocence.

On your electric breasts
I’ll lay my hands and create light impressions
to match and twin the marks of submission
which earlier you left on my back.
And your breasts, with a kind warm glow,
they swell and talk with hardened tips.
They stir, and desire to dance under my lips.
accompanied by the rhythms of heartbeats
and the melancholy moans
played by instruments of enticement.
And if you distrust me,
I no farther meant than to please you,
release you,
and receive your innocence.

I’ll keep my eyes on yours,
on your soft skin my hands will stay.
Look at a face kissed by angels.
feel skin envied by queens.
All of my senses infatuated with you,
each one ravished in delight.
and with my body,
prepare your soul for an eternal night.
In reaction, deep breaths, gasps, sighs.
wetness inside out,
tears from the cries of your erogenous instincts.
orgasmic hands form the arch in your back.
prisoners of lust sentenced to hold your eyelids closed
in ecstasy, my waist surrounded by your legs,
the air dipped with the essence of bonded love.
And if you blame me,
to you my goddess penitent I confess…
I no farther meant than to please you,
release you,
and give only to you my innocence.

25, Lustful Longing © Jennifer Benfer

Tell me what I’d have to change. Who would I have to be
To slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me.
Must I climb the highest cliff; swim along the ocean floor
Crawl over broken glass — would you demand that I do more?
Could you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws
Pull me to your chest without a hesitation or a pause?
Slide your hungry tongue between my parted lips.
Run your anxious fingers along my quivering hips.
Wrap me in your passion, expose your every need.
Press your steamy lips to mine, every secret freed.
Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire
Moan my name, call me yours, and set my soul on fire.
Need me more with every breath that slips into your chest,
Please me nightly, miss me daily, never compare me with the rest.
Grip my wrists; look in my eyes, and say the words I long to hear
Kiss me roughly, and weep my name, forever hold me dear.
Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?
Is my sin, my greatest fault, that I can’t stop loving you?

26, The Most Passionate Love © Tyrone Wingfield

A sweet kiss is what sparked this situation
And two souls that were destined to meet
A set of soft lips start this confrontation
While their clothes slowly slide down to their feet

Warm fingers trace all of her bodies most secretive curves
Applauded by seductive scratching and deep moans
Passionate kisses felt in each and every nerve
Which forces every seducing moan onto a much higher tone

Nibbles and bites performed with surgical accuracy
On specific places to induce pure pleasure
Small flicks of the tounge, used only to induce pure esctasy
Which makes two already burning bodies too hot to measure

The gentle entrance that has long been expected
The thrust that was long over due
Techniques that have been perfected
Just between the two

The most passionate love will be made some night
And I assure you that this is true
What makes this such a spectacular sight
Is that it will occur between just me and you

27, Dayna’s Kiss © David Mayes

Time spent away from you brings to mind one of the many things that I miss,
There is nothing more scintillating than your kiss.
Your hair is soft and pretty and makes me want to touch,
but it is time without your kiss that grieves me so much.
I Love holding your precious hands, they are soft warm and so tender,
but it is the thought of your kiss that leads my heart to surrender.
Yes I long to massage and caress your pretty feet,
even so, your kiss is what lures me because it is so deliciously sweet.
I Love to playfully look for freckles on your neck,
but it’s your kiss that knocks me flat on the deck.
Your eyes sparkle like diamonds, leading to your soul,
but it is thinking of your kiss that causes me to loose control.
Spending time with you brings me peace like a dove,
but your kisses always fill me with endless Love.

28, The Dream © Angel Eyes

I finally crawled into bed last night, late.
With visions of you still in my head.
Anticipation pounding in my heart.
All my senses filled with your existence.
As I escaped into the dream world I know so well,
I took you with me.

We walked down the beach together.
Our hands touching and our hearts bonding through them.
The wind kissing our faces gently.
The sand giving way under our feet.
The warmth in our hearts that only a poet would understand.

Finding an oasis in the never ending edge of the world,
We sit beneath the giant tree, on the patch of thick grass
that seems to have been put there just for us.
We talked for what seems to be hours.
Never running out of things to say,
feelings to share, thoughts to exchange.

I reach out to touch you and you stop my hand with yours.
Our fingers touch. Our hands envelop each other.
Almost as though they were making love to each other.
Our fingers dancing. Our eyes gazing into each others.
A soft and gentle smile exchanged.

Our bodies seemingly without direction move toward each other.
The desire almost unbearable.
The passion burning in our hearts so overwhelming.
We are unable to maintain control of our own destinies.
Our bodies become one.

We make love in such a way that direction from Venus herself must be at hand.
Only paced by the rhythm of our hearts.
Accelerated by the hunger for more.
The cycle seemingly never ending.
Hunger and the attempt to satisfy it.
Our hearts thundering like a storm on the sea of love.
The frenzied yet graceful, almost poetic energy abounds.
We erupt in a flow of passionate waves that humbles the nearby sea.

As we lay secure in each others arms in the shade of the giant tree.
Listening to the song that the wind and surf play just for us.
Feeling love not surpassed by Romeo and Juliet.
We drift into a world in our minds that we share in a way that is unexplainable.
A connection of souls.

I awaken to another day.
Turning to touch you.
You are not there.
It was a dream, and now just a memory.
The feelings still in my heart.
The vividness of the encounter still in my mind.

I want to come home
just want to kiss your Italian lips
I want to come home
just want to feel you inside me
I want to come home

I Want To Come Home by April Colton

29, In a Boat © David Herbert Lawrence

See the stars, love,
In the water much clearer and brighter
Than those above us, and whiter,
Like nenuphars.

Star-shadows shine, love,
How many stars in your bowl?
How many shadows in your soul,
Only mine, love, mine?

When I move the oars, love,
See how the stars are tossed,
Distorted, the brightest lost.
—So that bright one of yours, love.

The poor waters spill
The stars, waters broken, forsaken.
—The heavens are not shaken, you say, love,
Its stars stand still.

There, did you see
That spark fly up at us; even
Stars are not safe in heaven.
—What of yours, then, love, yours?

What then, love, if soon
Your light be tossed over a wave?
Will you count the darkness a grave,
And swoon, love, swoon?

30, Incurable Romantic © Alastair Adamson

Listen; do you hear it not?
Fast beating heart with fluid hot?
‘Tis at your presence that such is so;
A gentle kiss would staunch the flow.

Beads of sweat bead on my brow
As you whisper soft and low
And place a kiss upon my lips,
Gentle hands upon my hips.

Down are drawn we to the floor
Whilst our spirits rise and soar.
Deeper sink we into bliss
With shorter pause between each kiss.

My mind races with fevered thought;
I found the one for which I sought.
I gasp for mighty draughts of air,
As you nibble on my ear.

I slip my arms about your waist;
Never a moment do we waste.
Your nails trace furrows down my back,
And I lose myself in eyes so black.

What is that annoying sound?
I float away and look around.
The plastic beast has worked its charm;
I smash the cold and vile alarm.

Things are never as they seem,
But I miss the Lady of my dreams.
I ready myself for another day
And go about my lonely way.

31, Rapture © Karin Schaefer

There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.

A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls
fused together for a moment.

And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse,
every thought, every fear.
And I love you more.

I feel myself laid bare before you,
and I feel content…
joyous that you are with me,
loving me in my nakedness.

32, When Our Bodies Come © Meet by Marie Paradise

When I see you I can feel you
In my soul—my heart takes flight.

I can hardly wait to taste you
In the darkness of the night.

I feel your breath so hot and sweet
Circling in my soul.

When our bodies come to meet
It’s then that I feel whole.

33, Anticipation © Llh

I dream of the day that you are freed
so that my passion you can feed
My loins burn with strong desire
My heart swells with a burning fire.

The touch of your hand against my skin
Brings to my face a lustful grin
The thought of all the things we’ll do
Your deepest desire will of course come true.

Your arms will once again hold me
And I will beg so passionately
For you to never let me go
And we will rock gently to and fro.

Your lips will touch mine and I will quiver
For my desire will make you shiver
I doubt we’ll make it through the night
Without some squeals of pure delight.

So think on my love of that wonderful day
When I can look at you and say
I want more than anything
Right here right now, make my body sing.

34, Want You © Bionic Woman

Want you,
want you, you, you,
Doesn’t matter that you’re not here,
I forgive all the silences.

I want you,
I don’t care,
I know you’ll disappoint,
I’m a willing captive,
Why fight?
There’s no point.

I want you,
Need to hold you in my arms,
Need to smell your sweat, inhale your breath,
Need you inside of me,
That’s where you belong,
That’s where you were meant to be.

I want you, bald, fat and ugly,
I really don’t care,
I just want you to be there.

I want to open your door,
Because I have my own key,
I want to come in,
Because you too, now want me.

I want you to need me,
I want to stare in your eyes,
I want your promises,
I don’t care if they are lies.

I want your body,
Warm in my bed,
I want you near me,
I want you so bad.

35, Euphony Of A Kiss © Michael Prochaska

A kiss of passion
In a moment’s lapse
Seems to linger longer
With a fervent fiery flame
Burning between our avid lips

Wrapped up in a romantic nuance;
A feeling never felt,
Never known, never shown
Never till now
Under the moon’s radiant glare

We feel the wind blow smoothly
As it caresses our cheeks ever so tenderly
And we embrace the dark night’s sky
As my head tilts closer to you
And our eyes meet in a timeless glance
Before they close and we drift
Into each other’s hearts.

One heart beat, not two
Our kiss is the rhythm of a euphonic melody

That of which can’t be sung
’cause the lyrics we cannot fathom

But I know the song very well
It’s the tune that will never cease playing
In my heart
When I’m with you.

36, This Morning © Diego Olvera

This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seductive eyes
with your soft kisses
saying I love you.
This passionate morning
I am hoping you
could write your
immense love in my

37, May I Kiss You? © Janette

I ask if I may kiss you.
You just smile; no answer is necessary.
My initial kiss is just a flirting of our lips.
My tongue lightly flicking —
Like I am asking, “Do you want me?”
The tip of my tongue runs all around your lips.
Touching every part,
Inside and out —
Over and over again.
Tickling you, tickle, tickle, goes my tongue.
Now I press my lips gently to yours.
Rubbing your lips back and forth against mine.
My kisses are hot and fast.
I cannot rest long in any one place.
I have such a need to go on.
I trail kisses of passion all over your face.
Then back to your mouth.
Our tongues dance together.
We are exploring.
I circle your tongue with the tip of mine.
You echo the pattern back to me.
I lick the sides, underside and the top.
You echo back.
I suck your lower lip.
You echo back.
We repeat, repeat, repeat.
The sensations are driving our emotions.
We are wild for each other.
You thrust your tongue in and out.
The movements are rhythmic and stabbing.
Simulating our love making during mating.
I ask again, do you want me?
I can tell that you do.
No words are necessary.

38, What Do Women Want? © Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

39, Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon © Pablo Neruda

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

40, A Night Of True Love © Maria Nicastro

Staring up at the sky looking into the deepness.
My mind is drifting getting lost in the burning diamonds
shining their light upon me.
They radiate the love and passion
I feel deep inside myself right now.

I yearn for you to be with me tonight.
I savor each sensual kiss that bonds us.
Tonight, for the first time,
I am balanced between love and happiness.
My body aches for your tender touch.
I have to be honest, you’re the only man I’ve ever wanted.

Feeling your warm soft breath on my neck
as you whisper sweet words
I’ve been longing to hear you say.
Words that prove the love you possess for me.

Moving together in synch as we become one body…
one heart, one soul—one being.
The tension and pleasure that was built up between us,
now is released in a single massive explosion.

Soft cries and muffled words are the only sounds
that can be heard as we fall together
against the comfort of the bed.
The only blankets we use are each others arms
drowning into the peaceful hush of slumber.

41, In Your Arms © Kaylee

In your arms you hold me tight,
Never letting go through the night.
All my dreams are peaceful because of you,
Holding me in your arms like you do.

Your lips are as sweet as ever;
I wish to kiss them forever.
My heart beats only for you,
Holding me in your arms like you do.

When we met I knew it was fate.
I found my one true soulmate,
As I look into your loving eyes,
Knowing our love will never die.

So hold me in your warm embrace.
In your arms I’ll be no other place.
To be with the one I love, which is you,
Holding me in your arms like you do.

42, Whats on your Mind? © Benjamin Wilson

I cant seem to get, you off of my mind
I cant seem to keep, you from swimming in my brain
To me these words just all sound the same
So what should I do to help ease the pain?
These roots they run deep
And I cant seem to keep
Your name off my tounge
And its making me weak
Your the one that I seek
And theres nowhere to look
No pages hold it, that I can read in a book
I can see you when you sleep
I can hear you when you weep
I lie awake at Night
Feeling Lonesome and Tired
Will you set me free?
Will you be for me?
Was it meant to be?
Is it destiny?
Cast out to the sea
On the second degree
Knife in my Head
Knife in my Back
Bullet in my Side
Gun in my Bed
We’ve danced before
But ever again?
I cant seem to loose
I cant seem to win
Playing cards I was dealt
Feeling things Ive never felt
Roads that are Winding
But not ever Finding
Untie me Im binding
And I feel like im Dying
I cant seem to stop
Im still at the bottom
But reach for the top
I wait and I mourn
While seconds are torn
I get word from the horn
Again I am born
Damn all the Men
With Light in their eyes
They cant seem to see
All the Lies and the Cries
I despise my allies
Their Spys in the Sky
And althought this may seem unwise
I disguise their demise
For she is the prize
The salt in my Cup
I drink it all down
And Close it all up
Again I say,
I cant seem to get, you off of my Mind
Day after day this is my grind
Row beyond row I march in the Line
And yet this love goes on undefined
So ease my Pain
And seize this day
And do not let this love decay
We’re not even close
Not even Halfway
Allow me the chance
To let me repay
All the debts that I owe
And our Love it will Grow
I cant seem to get, You off of my mind

43, Passion’s Flames © Jeffrey Carter

A touch, soft and tender.
A whisper, full of desire
A 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 regrets

Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime

Tomorrow bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion’s flames

44, Wet © Kate J.

Languidly parting the moist curtain.
he slides into the smooth vessel.
the color of fire pink velvet.
his large hands securely wielding the creamy white handles,
firmly manipulating them until
just a trickle of foamy liquid flows forth.

She faces him, their eyes, reflecting pools of love,
lock on each other. embracing, both, with body and soul,
they melt together in the steamy atmosphere.
memories flood as her neck arches and wet kisses cover her throat.
teasing one another in the aquamarine Caribbean ocean.
causing rough ripples to fan out across the water of a swimming pool
discovering new things as a soft summer rain, like the sound of a
xylophone, soaked them.

Aromas of citrus, colognes and faintly, the sea
drift and swirl around them.
skin drenched, rivulets of salty sweat stream between them.
sauna heat builds as temperatures rise.
flesh moves with synchronized, frantic fluidity.
a torrential river violently rushes into a cascading waterfall.
drowning in a frenzied whirlpool, gasping for air, silent screams.
then the peace of a tranquil, crystal clear lake prevails
and the relaxation of a hot spraying shower returns,
as she lovingly shampoos his hair.

45, A Passionate Heart © Ericka

When I look at you,
It makes my heart overwhelmed with love
flowing from my spirit through my itty bitty tiny veins.

The glow that your face gives
when I look into your eyes
as I stare at you,
it’s like your love
for me spells out in the air saying
baby, I will always be there.

Thinking ’bout that day when we met,
it was like we were meant for one another…
The way we connected,
the thoughts we shared,
the love we showed,
if only everybody could see and know that
my heart is a passionate reflection of you
that no one can ever undo.

My passionate heart…
It cries for you,
but only if you knew
that my passionate heart is
a reflection of how I feel about you.

46, Two Loves © Lord Alfred Douglas

I dreamed I stood upon a little hill,
And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed
Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed
Black and unruffled; there were white lilies
A few, and crocuses, and violets
Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets
Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun.
And there were curious flowers, before unknown,
Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades
Of Nature’s willful moods; and here a one
That had drunk in the transitory tone
Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades
Of grass that in an hundred springs had been
Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars,
And watered with the scented dew long cupped
In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen
Only God’s glory, for never a sunrise mars
The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt,
A grey stone wall. o’ergrown with velvet moss
Uprose; and gazing I stood long, all mazed
To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair.
And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across
The garden came a youth; one hand he raised
To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair
Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore
A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes
Were clear as crystal, naked all was he,
White as the snow on pathless mountains frore,
Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes
A marble floor, his brow chalcedony.
And he came near me, with his lips uncurled
And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth,
And gave me grapes to eat, and said, ‘Sweet friend,
Come I will show thee shadows of the world
And images of life. See from the South
Comes the pale pageant that hath never an end.’
And lo! within the garden of my dream
I saw two walking on a shining plain
Of golden light. The one did joyous seem
And fair and blooming, and a sweet refrain
Came from his lips; he sang of pretty maids
And joyous love of comely girl and boy,
His eyes were bright, and ‘mid the dancing blades
Of golden grass his feet did trip for joy;
And in his hand he held an ivory lute
With strings of gold that were as maidens’ hair,
And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute,
And round his neck three chains of roses were.
But he that was his comrade walked aside;
He was full sad and sweet, and his large eyes
Were strange with wondrous brightness, staring wide
With gazing; and he sighed with many sighs
That moved me, and his cheeks were wan and white
Like pallid lilies, and his lips were red
Like poppies, and his hands he clenched tight,
And yet again unclenched, and his head
Was wreathed with moon-flowers pale as lips of death.
A purple robe he wore, o’erwrought in gold
With the device of a great snake, whose breath
Was fiery flame: which when I did behold
I fell a-weeping, and I cried, ‘Sweet youth,
Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove
These pleasent realms? I pray thee speak me sooth
What is thy name?’ He said, ‘My name is Love.’
Then straight the first did turn himself to me
And cried, ‘He lieth, for his name is Shame,
But I am Love, and I was wont to be
Alone in this fair garden, till he came
Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill
The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.’
Then sighing, said the other, ‘Have thy will,
I am the love that dare not speak its name.’

47, I Am Not Yours © Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love–put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

48, The Sounds Of The Night © Unknown

Passions revealed,
desires sedated,
never once believed,
such pleasures awaited.

Romance claimed lost,
desire now greed,
no estatic long nights,
just fullfilling a need.

But with lingering glances,
on satin smooth skin,
through the night we languish,
in the erotica of skin.

A candle lit dinner,
alone to test our will,
champaine on ice,
inhibitions to chill.

A fire in the hearth,
our only light,
yet hold back the urges,
as passion fills the night.

Caressing your hair,
a masage designed to please,
your breathing grows soft,
a sensual tease.

Lips finally meet,
so tender and hoping,
tounges intertwine,
searching not groping.

Finger tips trace,
from your neck down your spine,
awakening nerves the pleasure,

Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor,
bringing pleasure in the skin they show,
no rush no hurry all night,
to take it slow.

A trail of kisses,
the soft backs of knees,
bodys aching yearning,
eager to please.

By the light of the fire,
two bodys join in an ancient rite,
as soft moans of pleasure,
become the sounds of the night.

49, A Fairytale © Millette Addison

Dreamland awaits you,
Close your eyes,

Imagine you and I,
Close as breath,

Skin upon skin,
Lips touching,

For you taste of Raspberries,
sweetly irresistible,

The fragrance of you,
Takes my breath away,

I am burning inside,
A torch of fire,

Burning fuel of passion,
For you are my desire,

My heart beats with every breath,
You are my destiny,

Your eyes evade me,
deep, dark, mysterious,

I am your slave,
Your love has captured me,

Grab my body,
Pull me close,

Show me your love,
In ways I could only dream.

Wake me I must be dreaming,
This is a fairytale.

50, The Sweet Sound Of Bees © T. E. Ballard

Could you love a bee
that buzzed, tickled your ear,
brought tiny legs up to lips,
while amber honey dripped
down your breast?
And if he followed it there
carried it down
to the place where you open
like flowers, clear petals. If wings
grew tongues, and he said
you were enough
the very essence of you
that he could live, grow
in the sweet sugar of your hip.

Would you then turn and walk away?
Say he is not a man with legs,
speak of spiders or ants
who would deny you both a place.
What if these were not reasons
just something you said,
for the hum had grown so sweet,
you realized an ability to sting.

51, The Kiss That Was © ‘Abstruse PSYCHE

Have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
the one you’d not dare miss

so intense it made you drift
a fall you’d not care lift
and your lot that is to shift
seems to budge in a swift

lose a grip, never a bit
those lips they seem to fit
and with less than a heartbeat
your souls are apt to meet

52, You © Pam

You feel with what your fingertips
would brush, with cocked brow
ravishing over painted lips.

You feel with what your gazing eyes
would see, with stolen glances
among the starlit skies.

It was you, at every turn,
with your soft heated breath,
enflames desire in which I yearn.

It was you, beneath the night
skies, who molded flesh against
flesh, becoming my guiding light.

53, The Night © Anthony W. Williams

The evening is gone
The darkness makes little sound
except for the two of us

As I look down at you, the sweat falls
Your face catching each drop
your tongue tasting those in reach
Your hand on mine, your intentions clear

My heart pounds heavily in my chest
trying to catch my breath, for the next
waiting with a fever

I can see your eyes in the darkness
that fiery glow lets me know
I must call upon more strength

Now our hands are locked
and I mean tight
Our voices breaking the silence.

54, The Shipfitter’s Wife © Dorianne Laux

I loved him most
when he came home from work,
his fingers still curled from fitting pipe,
his denim shirt ringed with sweat
and smelling of salt, the drying weeds
of the ocean. I would go to him where he sat
on the edge of the bed, his forehead
anointed with grease, his cracked hands
jammed between his thighs, and unlace
the steel-toed boots, stroke his ankles,
his calves, the pads and bones of his feet.
Then I’d open his clothes and take
the whole day inside me-the ship’s
gray sides, the miles of copper pipe,
the voice of the first man clanging
off the hull’s silver ribs, spark of lead
kissing metal, the clamp, the winch,
the white fire of the torch, the whistle
and the long drive home.

55, The Sweet Taste Of Love © David Farrar

The sweet taste of love
Still lingers in my mind
A succulent tasty morsel
A treasure worth its find

A wet and juicy fruit
That fills my mouth with joy
Like candy to a baby
An edible sexy toy

With nectar sweet as honey
A syrup of flowing silk
Like a bubbly kind of lava
As smooth as warm clear milk

It breathes with scented oils
Like a flower in the mist
And blossoms when caressed
By the feel of a lover’s kiss

A dessert at its very best
When embraced with lots of love
I know I’ll never get enough
Of this treat I’m thinking of

56, On Raglan Road © Patrick Kavanaugh

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

57, Love’s Secret © William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

58, Our First Night © Dorothy Ware

The first time we touched, you held me so tight
that feeling I felt only felt so right.
Things were moving kind of fast and I felt ashamed
You made me feel so comfortable
and said no one is to blame.

You made love to me that night and also the next day
Things went fast I wondered what you would say,
You didn’t say a word just held my hand,
That made me feel closer to you….
you were that perfect gentleman.

We are miles apart and I wonder when I will see you again,
I can’t wait till I kiss you, hold you,
and just see you…. my friend.

59, The Floating Poem, Unnumbered © Adrienne Rich

Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine—tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come—
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there—
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth—
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting for years for you
in my rose-wet cave—whatever happens, this is.

Lock eyes with me so I can see into your soul.
Press your lips against mine so I know your taste.
Lay naked with me so I know your insecurities.
Sing a song to me so I know the tune of your heart.
Dance in the rain with me so I know your every move.
Marry me so I know you’re all mine.

California © Anna

60, Love And A Question © Robert Frost

A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.

The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, “Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.”
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
“Stranger, I wish I knew.”

Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart’s desire.
The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.

The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
by harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.

61, Thoughts Of You © Travis

How many times have I thought of you
And the many things I’d like to do.
I sleep at night with you on my mind,
One night with you, would be just fine.

Your white robe is what I see,
I wonder, wonder, how it would be.
If I could touch your lips with mine,
The thought of this is so divine.

I want to see you without that robe,
Your body to touch, caress, and probe.
I’d lay you down, your body to admire,
One look at you, sets my soul on fire.

I want to feel you, touch, and kiss,
send you into… heavenly bliss,
I want you, need you, feel my desire,
Me inside you, I would never tire.

I could make love to you all night long,
It would feel so good, it couldn’t be wrong,
These are my thoughts, what I fantasize,
You’re all too perfect in this man’s eyes.

62, Love © Nicole M. Nugent

Sublime cool breezes
Relieve, hot sultry moments.
Wax and wanes against the tide
Forgive, under soft moonlight.
Passes over us like a storm
Feel, the pause of exhileration.
Moving ripples in the stream
Hope, in the shallows of darkness.
Splendour of raindrops
Listen, to the moments lost.
Perpetuates plunge from the Jetty
Nuture, the joy of faith.
Plummet into the Abyss
Breathe, the rise and fall of emotion.

63, My Sanctuary © Camilla Park

In your arms
Time stops for a brief moment
We’re in our own world
Worries or thoughts
Completely gone
Focused on each other
Speaking briefly
Or in peaceful silence
We enjoy each other’s presence

I take in the way you smell
Masculine with a hint of sensitivity thrown in
Holding your hand
Studying your long, slender fingers
Your hand as a whole
Strong, yet gentle

Memorizing every detail of your face
Your long lashes
Covering your blue-grey eyes
With flecks of green
Your aquiline nose
That balances your long lean face
Just right

64, The Gift © Susan Miller

I don’t have much to give you
in the way of material things.
But then, I have never been a material person…
so it wouldn’t matter much anyway.
I do have something to give you, though…
and I hope you accept this gift with joy.
I have chosen not to wrap it…
I want it to be presented to you
as pristine as can be.
And anyway, decorations or wrappings would
certainly ruin the effect.
And so it is… that I stand before you…
unclothed, but surprisingly, unashamed
of my nakedness.
You have already captured a piece of my heart,
and you have captivated my soul.
The only thing left for me to present to you
is my very being… and I do that willingly,
happily, and most of all… lovingly.
Standing before you… watching your every movement…
seeing the desire in your eyes
for the very first time.
I don’t believe in all of my life,
I have ever witnessed a moment
as beautiful as this.
Neither one of us can speak…
and we are finding, even breathing, is difficult.
Your heartbeat is pounding out a rhythm
that almost assaults my ears.
I can hear it from where I stand across from you…
and every beat speaks of your love for me.
I am giving you this gift tonight,
because I desperately want you to look inside.
I want you to open this package that I offer you,
slowly… lovingly… sensuously…
and search for what lies within.
You don’t have to look far, you know…
everything I feel for you is just below the surface.
So it shouldn’t take long for you
to discover the beauty awaiting you there.
Go ahead… open this gift as a child would
on a snowy Christmas morning…
in a hurried fashion… rather like a frenzy, if you will.
But once that initial gift is opened…
and the passion subsides…
Please promise me
that this gift I give you…
this gift of myself…
is only just the beginning.

65, The Ragged Wood © William Butler Yeats

O hurry where by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have but looked upon their images
Would none had ever loved but you and I!

Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood?
O that none ever loved but you and I!

O hurty to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.

66, Is She Found? © Elsa Gidlow

Yesterday we walked apart
Separate and cold and mortal.
Now the sacred kiss has joined us,
Now we stand inside the portal

That permits of no returning
And my heart is burning, burning.

I know not what the word may be,
Or what the charm, or what the token
That has filled us with this glory,
But never let the spell be broken;

Let it stay a mystery
For all times to be.

Yesterday, with lighter joys
We wantoned at the outer portal.
Now, with love’s old alchemy
We have made ourselves immortal.

67, My Heaven © Kamma Roberts

I look deep in your eyes.
I see there what I feel inside.
We share something between us,
Neither one of us can hide.

I feel your lips touch mine,
I loose all my control,
All it took was a look and a kiss,
To know you were part of my soul.

I see your hands on my skin,
I want and need you to do more,
The passionate look you give me,
Tells me heaven is in store.

I feel your need against my thigh,
I know you will fulfill every wish,.
We were made to fit together,
And all it took was a look and a kiss.

I look deep in your eyes,
And I see heaven there inside,
You make me feel so beautiful,
What I feel for you I cannot hide.

68, How Will You Kiss? © Judith Pordon

How Will You Kiss?

Lilt me your lips,
our lost breath intermingling.

Synchronize our silence
as lazy hours ease by.

Waft cocoa, hazelnut, cinnamon,
scents around me.

Tremble with me
in paralyzing pauses.

I may no longer breathe
without breathing you.

69, The Ingredients Of A Memorable Night © Nicole Lastinger

Eyes briefly meeting
Hands sliding down my back.

My heart is pulsing rapidly
This is my angle of attack.

Lips touching abrasively
Bodies demanding passion.

Words whispered of desire
And meaningful compassion.

With our legs intertwining
I get a feeling from within.

That feeling is gratifying
and almost full of sin.

With us there’s is no limits
Nor secrets to unveil.

Every word you whisper
Is erotic with detail.

With our fantasies recited
And our wishes slowly granted.

I soon begin to realize
It’s my name you’ve softly chanted.

A rhythm in the setting
Of music softly playing.

Its tone is precisely amorous
With the lust you are displaying.

Delightfully I tell you
Of the wishes I want fulfilled.

As I begin to lose focus
My conscience tends to rebuild.

As you aggressively twirl my hair
My body begins to shake.

This is when I realize
This encounter is no mistake.

My breathing heavily increases
As your goal is now in sight.

I arch my back and moan
In awe of this memorable night.

70, Rain’s Embrace © Moondance

Cold, quiet rain gently falling
Yet the dampness we don’t feel;
For our bodies are absorbed in each other
Hot as the heat from hell.

You lead me slowly into the woods
Place a quilt on the ground;
The noise of nature is all around us
Yet the beating of our hearts is the only sound.

Your kiss is gentle, yet demanding
My body arches to feel
The touch of your hand, the feel of you
Without resistance to you, I yield.

You taste the essence of my body
You bring more pleasure than I’ve ever known
I give myself to you completely
The quietness is disturbed by our groans.

You rise above me with a sudden urgency
Our needs are great, we both have found;
Our hearts pounding with anticipation
We become one, lying there on the ground.

Rain has never been more beautiful
As we lie together in each other’s embrace;
The taste of you, the feel of nature
A beautiful moment—in my memory forever encased.

71, Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm © Carl Phillips

So that each
is its own, now—each has fallen, blond stillness.
Closer, above them,
the damselflies pass as they would over water,
if the fruit were water,
or as bees would, if they weren’t
somewhere else, had the fruit found
already a point more steep
in rot, as soon it must, if
none shall lift it from the grass whose damp only
softens further those parts where flesh
goes soft.

There are those
whom no amount of patience looks likely
to improve ever, I always said, meaning
gift is random,
assigned here,
here withheld—almost always
as it’s turned out: how your hands clear
easily the wreckage;
how you stand—like a building for a time condemned,
then deemed historic. Yes. You
will be saved.

72, Hand In Hand © Nicole M. Nugent

Thousands of words to bamboozle our life,
Marry me, what it means to contemplate being your wife.
Let’s run away and leave only so little behind,
Let’s understand stillness, and be totally entwined.
Three weeks it will take, to make our new life together,
Two people who are no longer, affected by the weather.
Be twenty again, realise there is so much more now.
Live in the country to be free, no questions to know how.
Paint a thousand words, make love every day if we have to,
We’ll spend an entire day together, colour that taint of blue.
Leave behind the stressful, here in this town.
Work it out as we go; before you back down.
You say you love me; I can’t get enough of you,
Live with me and make love, with no further ado.
Leave the pub hand in hand, run through the rain to home.
Share yourself with me, be nowhere else to roam.
Tell me you love me, every day and night,
Don’t ever stop doing that, beyond any brazen light.
Wanting the same things; what are the odds,
Slim and unprotected for its rarity, just ask the Gods.
The weeks are growing old, realise we can make the most of this,
A baby or take away the complexity, or continue to be amiss.
Me or the priesthood, I ask you to come to me,
For the souls of trepidation, it’s easiest choosing a life of free.
Be not fearful allow love in each, for essence of time begs us,
Why evenings alone, when adoring company shows no fuss.

73, Submission © Emilith

I kneel, supplicant before you
my will
offered up in quiet acquiescence
awaiting your approval
or reproach
the fine line between pleasure and pain
becomes ever sweeter with your control
with every touch, kiss, word
smoldering embers are kindled
tormenting desires awakened
I quiver
captured by heat and hunger
bend me to your will
My Lord
show me what you most desire
my purpose but to serve
through your dominion I find myself
You, the Master of many
my only

74, Ghazal © Zebunisso

You with the dark burly hair and the breathtaking eyes,
your inquiring glance that leaves me undone.

Eyes that pierce and then withdraw like a blood-stained sword,
eyes with dagger lashes!
Zealots, you are mistaken – this is heaven.

Never mind those making promises of the afterlife:
join us now, righteous friends, in this intoxication.

Never mind the path to the Kaabah: sanctity resides in the heart.
Squander your life, suffer! God is right here.

Oh excruciating face! Continual light!
This is where I am thrilled, here, right here.

There is no book anywhere on the matter.
Only as soon as I see you do I understand.

If you wish to offer your beauty to God, give Zebunisso
a taste. Awaiting the tiniest morsel, she is right here.

75, Your Lips © Utham

Lips sweet as sugar,
how to touch them I linger.
Lips that enslave me with their grandeur,
just to see them near I ponder.

Upper so tender, lower so exquisite
when together makes me avid;
when drenched, they yearn to be perceived;
when arid, they desire to be embraced;

Lips that laugh, lips that smile
with your prongs makes me eye.
Lips that moan, lips that sigh,
takes me to a loathsome high

Within my imprisoned wish I conceive
but laugh at myself at the way they deceive
words your lips whisper, I long to hear
but just memories I have to keep them dear

Lips of love, lips of ire
lips of sweetness, lips on fire
lips of golden heavenly mire
hope they won’t leave me in dire.

76, Erotic © Ladycat

My mind screamed out “Make love to me”
My body screamed out “Make love to me”
He did more than that

Without a word
Without a thought
He touched, licked, kissed, nibbled, and sucked on places that my body
thought had lost feeling

Passion, Desire, Lust
He knew just what I wanted
>From the top of my head to the tip of my toes

I shivered
Cried out
Then fainted

The rush of sensation passed through my body
It made all the tiny hairs stand up on end
Just a touch and all of my feeling came back to me
>From just his touch

I fell asleep that night—peaceful
Only to awake the next morning and realize that he was already gone
Just a dream
I don’t know; but when he comes back we shall start all over again
and again
and again

77, Sylvia © George Etherege

The Nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind;
No less than a wonder by Nature designed.
She’s the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye;
And the cause of a flame that never can die!

Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,
Has the beautiful blush, and the smell, of the rose.
Love and Destiny both attend on her will;
She wounds with a look; with a frown, she can kill!

The desperate Lover can hope no redress;
Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess!
In Sylvia they meet; so unhappy am I!
Who sees her, must love; and who loves her, must die!

78, Fulfillment © William Cavendish

There is no happier life
But in a wife;
The comforts are so sweet
When two do meet.
‘Tis plenty, peace, a calm
Like dropping balm;
Love’s weather is so fair,
Like perfumed air.
Each word such pleasure brings
Like soft-touched stirrings;
Love’s passion moves the heart
On either part;
Such harmony together,
So pleased in either.
No discords; concords still;
Sealed with one will.
By love, God made man one,
Yet not alone.
Like stamps of king and queen
It may be seen:
Two figures on one coin,
So do they join,
Only they not embrace.
We, face to face.

79, Wet © Moondance

Wetness does not always pertain to water
in an ocean, river or lake;
Sometimes it refers to how I feel
when I remember your embrace.

I only have to think of you
to remember me in your arms;
My legs quivering, my mouth moaning
I have fallen captive to your charms.

I long to feel your body on mine
to know the taste of satisfied love;
To lie quietly in your arms
we fit together like a hand to a glove.

You are the sweetheart of my life
you are my one sure bet;
You never have to wonder babe…
you can always keep me wet.

80, To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time © Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

81, Into The Flames © Nate Helm

The crisp air
Pushes hearts

Into the heated air
Under sheets of cream

The reasons why not to
Drift away with every

Far from the
Reasons that have
Burned away

If there was everything
To lose

If there was nothing to gain

Ready to fall… fall once more
Into the flames…

82, My Mind Is The Tool © Intimate Knight

This muscle between my legs
is good for fertilizing your eggs,
but it will never make or break
our love affair.

Although it gives you great pleasure,
and those moments I do treasure,
it will never be the main
way to show I care.

Thus, revealing the fact,
that sex is just an act,
and love is never
anything one should fall into.

I may sound like a fool,
when I say my mind is the tool,
that I’ll use
to make love to you.

It may be big, firm, thick, strong,
it may even last long,
but never as long as the images
I leave of me, in your thoughts.

I feel you sister,
when you say all the other misters,
never took you there,
but it ain’t my fault.

I love to touch, I love to feel,
but first and foremost,
I love to keep it real—
you know this to be true.

Although our physical acts,
bring you the ultimate climax,
my mind is the tool,
that I’ll use to make love to you.

Wondrous emotion
in a mixed up love potion—
a combination of the mental,
and the physical.

Some might think that cybersex
is along the same lines as this text,
but no—
that’s way too digital.

1-900…you know the rest,
or at least by now you’ve heard.

Verbal stimulation,
via phone conversation,
make me laugh it’s so absurd.

I need you close to me,
saying something, or saying nothing,
so long as
we’re sharing the same breath.

This muscle in which I’ve been speaking,
is good for steady freaking,
but the thought I leave you with
will last ’til death.

Nothing is sweeter
than when a woman knows her man needs her,
and a man who knows his woman
needs him too.

Let me say in closin’,
it’s you that I’ve chosen,
and my mind is the tool
that I’ll use to make love to you.

83, Hours Of Passion © Regina Jaya Scott

Add you and me
subtract our clothes
divide my thighs
so we can multiply the times you make my love pour down
from the moans to the begging
your love makes it easy to want more of you
the way you enter me with satisfaction
most likely my responds with pleasure
there’s no better feeling than this
when I explode be prepared to witness the moment
all of me belongs to you
just like that your tongue makes me lose my mind
climbing on top is my specialty
I enjoy riding your parade of fun
receiving love from you makes the night more than special
like the 4th of July my heart bursts with excitement
when you whisper softly in my ear your words move through me like the wind on a chilly afternoon
in these sheets our love will unravel from hours of passion

84, Deeper © Quentin Huff

He poured it in her ear, the idea

of him on top, slowing time down
to enter her, convincing her
that everything would stay between them,
with his back to the air
and her bottom on the mattress,
their motions surrounded by
the smell of love and fabric softener.

She wanted him behind her, a position
of trust, tossing aside suspicions
of what he might do behind her back
and how easily he could hide
who else he might be thinking of.

But he did not want to look over her shoulder,

he wanted to be in her eyes,
moving his hips in slow clock-

making the cold stone expression
on her face crumble.
She’d been wearing her countenance that way

since the first day they met,
after one lover refused to stay inside her
and another was so indecisive, she was forced
to mount the problem and dominate.

But no more.

And she cried because he did everything
he said he would do to her
but when he was finished, he did not leave.

85, Lover’s Dance © Poet deVine

Glistening bodies entwined
in an ageless erotic dance,
seeking pleasures from each other,
seeking wonder and romance.

She touches his face with tenderness.
He draws her body near.
Aching, needing hunger
will make their destiny clear.

Their lips meet in soft kisses,
their tongues begin passion’s war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, behind this door.

He strokes her body tenderly,
she arches up for his caress.
He finds her silken portal
and her womanly wetness.

She moans in fiery desire
and pulls his hand away,
wishing to end this exquisite torture
and get on with passion’s play.

She straddles his waiting body,
eases him into her feminine hollow.
She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
his thrusting hips must follow.

She rides him faster, even then,
to hear his wondrous sighs.
She shows him all the delights
she has between her womanly thighs.

They stare into each other’s eyes
and gasp as ecstasy unreels,
and tangles them in a lover’s knot
that every answer reveals.

Sated, they lie side by side,
spent but hungering still.
She touches him where their passion came
and tastes their lovers spill.

Their mouths meet in passionate need,
hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
her body to explore.

Their ballet begins again,
as he thrusts his manhood in,
vowing not to end the dance
unless her cries he’ll win.

Like beasts of old they become,
riding with desire,
only resting their throbbing bodies
when sated by their fire.

86, Annie Laurie © William Douglas

Maxwelton’s hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
And ’twas there that Annie Laurie
Gived me her promise true.
Gived me her promise true
Which ne’er forgot shall be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me down and die.

Her brow is like the snow drift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face, it is the fairest
That e’er the sun shone on.
That e’er the sun shone on
And dark blue are her eyes
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me down and die.

Like dew on the daisy lyin’
Is the fall of her fairy feet
And like winds in summer sighing
Her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet
And she’s all the world to me
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me down and die.

87, Ma Chère Rose © Sutekh Adamah

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

See her breast cupped; stretch the stitches of her blouse.
As if swollen with milk, my flame only her water could douse.
Lingers of secluded comfort, like a forest cottage house.
My fingers warm between her soft cleavage, like a hiding mouse.

Her nipples harden from my whispers in the air.
As her body heats up, her sweat gives off a scent so rare.
Undress her body, sounds of her clothes as they tear.
Like electric musical notes, rise from her body like hair.
No other woman has ever had a skin so fair.
Like a roses petals, no other flower could compare.
Taunting Eden’s apple, as if to rival a pear.

See her sway her thighs and hips.
Like a rose in the wind, petals swell from the tips.
Softest leather feel, back arched like a crack from the whip.
Tall smooth legs, like a mast of a ship.
And the rain on her sails, taste of honey to lips.

Your arms like shields, rose’s petal points lifted.
Touch of your fingers, ten angel pianists, heavenly gifted.
Easily make a man’s emotions feel shifted.
Dancing in the mind of every dream he has drifted.

Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.
Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.
And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man’s desires.
Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

Her smooth bottled neck, over her soft shoulders
Holds a face of beauty, eyed in all beholders.
A rose lost in the forest, graceful, triumphant, and wild.
Enchanted mystic youth, pretty, majestic, like a fairy’s child.

Beautiful arms even Hercules could not grace.
Like two pythons, leave a man breathless in embrace.
And the pressure they do impart,
Have the power to forever imprison your lover in your heart.

I could never forget her sweet smelling perfumed hair.
Blowing in the air as if God’s winds, were trying to stare.
Her eyes which contact made you frozen,
Put you in a spell that made you swear that you were chosen.
Trapped in fleeting notions,
Her lips tasting of Love’s potions.

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

88, More Than Passion © Sally

Silently she awakes and gazes upon him there.
She sees him sleeping peacefully and longs to hold him near.
She reaches out her trembling hand to gently touch his face.
Remembering short hours ago, sharing love’s embrace.
He stirs just then and spies her tender. loving stare.
Then places his hand over hers, stunned at the extent of her care.
Their eyes never leave each other as she caresses his soft skin.
She smiles at him slightly as she moves closer to him.
He takes her in his arms placing a kiss upon her cheek.
She turns her head slowly, his lips for her to seek.
A subtle moan escapes her as his hand explores anew.
Passions kiss intensifies as their rhythmic dance ensues.
He proclaims his love for her as he kisses her wanting neck.
She moves her hands over him finally to rest upon his chest.
Feeling her velvet secret engulf him again and again,
And feels her building climax escaping from her then.
She arches back, catches his eyes adoring their allure.
As they reach their perfect harmony, together once more.

89, I Love You © Sara Teasdale

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

90, Amante © Grace Ezequiel

A waterfall of hair
down your shoulders.

Silence breathes us,
in our hands.

Our dinners
half eaten
packed for later.

A five star meal
on our warm spines.

While we languish
on rented sheets.
No bickering moments,

dismal doubts,
or monotonous chores
shudder our cloistered moments.

Eternity is not
a diamond ring.
It is here.

91, His Paradise © Amanda D. Besserer

Bring me to his paradise
a feeling of within,
naked to his loving eyes
caressing me with sin
I long to feel his softest kiss
upon my dampened skin

Bring me to his paradise,
and let our bodies meet
the trickle of the rain outside
would shower us with heat,
I wish to be his fantasy
and make our love complete.

92, I’m Loving You! © David Yearwood

Today you told me you’re falling in love with me,
or, was it your extra heart beats I felt, while kissing you?
it was all over me, opening the doors to my heart,
Awaiting your entry, with sweet delight

I felt your touch in the corners of my heart,
trusting you, is all I want to do.
but, is this your way of giving me your love?
and the way you want to be loved?

whilst I kissed you, from lips to toes,
your soft body felt like a winter rose.
Oh so soft, as one can be,
Your softness I feel, I’ve got to love you now!

93, All That We Are © Raquel Mckissock

Watching him as he sleeps
Almost irresistible urges hit me,
The urge to touch him
To caress his face
To lean down and kiss
His slightly parted lips;

Where had all my strength gone?
All the wants that I had tried
So hard to hide?
I move toward him
And kneel down,
He feels me there;

He pulls me to him
As his lips find mine
And I am helpless
Unable to even resist
And I know I don’t want to;

I give myself over
our bodies entwine,
Time stands still
And two lovers
Share all that we are.

94, Passionate And Unforgettable Dreams © Heather Lynn

As I sit there,
someone comes towards me
and grabs my hand.
I jerk back;
But he assures me
that he is here to help me
and love me.
He begins to caress my neck,
my shoulders, my back;
And I give in
to his orgasmic touch—
And I trust him,
though I have only just met him.
And I touch him,
his soft, silky skin,
caressing him.
Still sitting there,
he wraps his arms around me
and holds me
for hours on end—
And he tells me he cares,
something never before heard
by this lonely heart.
Now, as we lay there
on the beach, underneath the stars,
his soft, sensuous lips
touch mine.
And I give myself to him,
as we make love beneath the stars.
And our hearts, minds, bodies, and souls
He knows my every need,
And he fulfills
and satisfies
each one of these
as I have only dreamed.
Now as we lie there,
the sun begins to rise.
It is not just a new day,
but a new beginning
as we plan to spend
the rest of our lives
embraced in each other’s arms
and hearts,

95, Sonnet on Love XIII © Jean de Sponde

“Give me a place to stand,” Archimedes said,
“and I can move the world.” Paradoxical, clever,
his remark which first explained the use of the lever
was an academic joke. But if that dead

sage could return to life, he would find a clear
demonstration of his idea, which is not
pure theory after all. That putative spot
exists in the love I feel for you, my dear.

What could be more immovable or stronger?
What becomes more and more secure, the longer
it is battered by inconstancy and the stress

we find in our lives? Here is that fine fixed point
from which to move a world that is out of joint,
as he could have done, had he known a love like this.

96, One Day I Wrote Her Name © Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
“Vain man,” said she, “that dost in vain essay
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.”
“Not so,” quoth I; “let baser things devise
To lie in dust, but you shall live by fame;
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write you glorious name:
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.”

97, Meadow Again © Daniel James Burt

Moon hangs, almost full
pieces of cloud scatter,
glide in soft, summer breeze.
We lay in our meadow
listening to the sound of night
her head nestled on my arm.

Night air made for kissing
dances upon our skin
chilling wherever is damp.
She stirs, quietly calls,
my name hangs on summer eve
floats about our meadow.

She sighs, moves closer
snuggling in, once again
her breath stirs, awakens.
Hands join in gentle caress
exploration shared and renewed
oh, so smooth and lovely.

We turn, lips meeting
slow, softly, delicate
building quickly to demand.
Crying out, beginning and end
collapsing, breathing ragged
moon hangs, slightly fuller.

98, Oh! My Love Where Are You? Where Are You? © Kishore Patel

Oh! Where are you? Where are you?
Without you the city is a tomb
Without you there is no sunshine
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

My eyes wander to see your face
My heart is thumping and shouting
My throat choked when think of you
My eyes are getting wet all the time
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

Oh! My love hear me cry for you
Imagine you all the time beside me
Recalling your smiling face and lips
I miss your blushing and naughty eyes
I miss your whisper, giggle and love
Only thing my eyes see is your lovely face
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

I miss the fights and I miss the touch
Without you my world seems to an end
You are my first color of the rainbow
My life had all the colors while with you
I think of those your licking fingers
And miss the way you tackle your hair
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

Never knew I can’t exist without you
So in heaven you are made for me
I miss those cutting ‘chai’ we have
I miss those words ‘value for money’
I miss those looks you give and glare
I miss that ‘tapori’ words you use
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

I love the way you hold lower lip
Between the jaws while you think
I miss the act I repeat to tease you
Your words echoing all the time
Still I die to hear those words from you
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

Come on and hold me tight my love
I am falling to dust without you hold
Without you I was a moving dead man
You raised me to life with dreams
And lit the desire in me to live again
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

You picked me from those mountain rocks
Carved out me into this ‘mad loving man’
With less words but full of love and care
I miss those small notes you write for me
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

You never desire glitter of the gold
Happy all time with all small things I do
Give -N- Take you teach to all
But always you do only Give-N-Give
There are few souls on the earth
God has made you so good my love
Please come my love hold me…hold me….

Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?
Oh! My love where are you? Where are you?

99, Heaven © Belladonna Cadaver

Your eyes,
your lips,
your hands,
I miss,
your kiss
your touch,
that fire
so much.
I’m under your spell,
I’m so hot for you,
my souls burns in hell.
My toes curl,
as you play with my hair,
my tummy tingles,
everytime you are near.
like a furnace
I go up in flames.
with you by my side,
around me, inside me,
I soar to the sky,
you’re with me,
you guide me.
Your lips on my skin,
your fingers within,
your breath on my neck,
your legs within mine
you’re glistening;
sweat, you’re feeling my fire.
Take me higher again,
I wanna go to heaven!

100, Still My Mind © Bentwig

Still it rushes through me,
in every pore,
through every cell.
What is this…
what feeling is this?
I cannot tell,
what secrets unveil
unknown to limits.
This absolute emmersion
blankets my every
conscious thought.
Drawing you closer,
bringing you here.
So close to me I dare not say—
still not within my sight.
I feel your breath,
heat penetrating my skin
like a hard summer rain.
I feel your face, your eyes,
trace your mouth
with my fingers.
You give me breath
so close to your mouth,
still we do not touch.
Smoldering fantasies
ignite burning,
lust and longing.
Desire tempts me.
“Move closer…” she whispers,
“closer, closer.”
A paradox? Closer to you,
like the finest lace—
our bodies occupy exactly
the same space.
Deeper you come!
Taking you in—
surrounding me and filling
me up—and down—push, shove
Eyes open, must I see?
Truth is now… this reality.

101, Light © Richard Jeffrey Newman

In the dream, my life was smoke: I couldn’t breathe.
So I ran, unwrap­ping myself down the beach
till your skin, the ocean, lapped at my knees.
I dove in. Your voice was a cur­rent,
a melody gath­er­ing words to itself
for us to sing, and we sang them,
and they swirled around us, iri­des­cent fish
bring­ing light to the world you were for me;

and then I was water, a river
wash­ing the night from your flesh,
and I cra­dled your body ris­ing in me
till you were clean, glow­ing,
and when you sur­faced, glis­ten­ing,
there was not an inch of you I didn’t cling to.

102, Simple Things © C. E. Mckee

Fairy wings
Dragon teeth
Fire in the lungs
Simple things
Lie beneath
The embers on the tongue

Rolling heavy
On the floor
Burning in between
Pushing steady
Close the door—
The swiftly shuttered screen

Heave your breath
Flick your tongue
Light me from within
Simple things
Lie beneath
The quiet at the end.

103, More! © Michael Anderson

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!”

104, An Intoxicating Experience © Elizabeth McGuire

When she looked at him she developed a deep thirst.
Her body became so sensitive to his every move and word.
The way he looked right into her soul as he spoke to her was the most intoxicating thing she had ever experienced.

As she ran her fingertips down his neck and shoulders her heart beat increased with each caress.
They pulled each other close; she could barely control her breath as he planted wet, soft kisses on her mouth and chest.

This wasn’t only love.
This was pure ecstasy at its finest.

105, Love’s Gleaning Tide © William Morris

Draw not away thy hands, my love,
With wind alone the branches move,
And though the leaves be scant above
The Autumn shall not shame us.

Say; Let the world wax cold and drear,
What is the worst of all the year
But life, and what can hurt us, dear,
Or death, and who shall blame us?

Ah, when the summer comes again
How shall we say, we sowed in vain?
The root was joy, the stem was pain
The ear a nameless blending.

The root is dead and gone, my love,
The stem’s a rod our truth to prove;
The ear is stored for nought to move
Till heaven and earth have ending.

106, In Dreams © Mystiedawn

At night I dream of you,
Coming to be by my side.
I see your silhouette at first;
I watch your calm, quick glide.

Vivid images;
Pictures in my mind.
My night’s love, my passion;
All in you I shall find.

Once again, you’ll whisper to me,
“Hello, my dear.”
Your touch eases me,
Removing any fear.

Your gaze meets mine;
The warm look in your eyes,
It melts my heart. From now on
Nothing but blue skies!

Tonight you romance me;
Our bodies entwine.
You enter; I gasp!
Our souls combine.

A touch here, a tickle there,
It enthralls me; I am captivated.
Our bodies move, the motion constant;
My body’s completely activated.

Throughout the night
Our passion flows,
Coming together,
My emotion grows.

For you, in dreams,
Oh, how I care.
But when morning comes,
I am left in despair.

Anther night gone and passed.
I awake in ecstasy all alone.
For you visit at night; In dreams you come.
And I dread the coming of a new dawn.

107, Eternal Dance © Donna Vango

It has begun with a touch, a smile a moment shared
Untamed emotions for which we were unprepared
You lead with your, hand in the small of my back
Lost looking into eyes of ivory black
Aesthetically, you command style
I become the muse of the dance for a while
Rhythmically we step, movements pulsating
The warmth of your hand I am embracing
Fingers entwined, bodies moving in time
Hearts pounding to their internal rhyme
In every breath, every step, every beat
With each twist and turn we feel complete
We’ve succumb to the hypnotic trance
Lovers gone astray in life’s eternal dance

108, To His Coy Mistress © Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart;
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

109, I Can’t Stop © Stacy Williams

I can’t stop thinking about you
Wondering if you think of me, too
I can’t stop thinking of your lips
Oh! How soft they are between mine
I can’t stop imagining your hands
As they caress my every hair and limb
I can’t stop thinking of your face
How I love it and it thanks me in return.
I can’t stop thinking of your voice,
As sexy as the body it possesses.
I can’t stop feeling your touch inside me.
My temperature rises and emotions explode.
I can’t stop thinking of how much I want you,
how I need you
No matter what you do,
I can’t stop thinking about you.

110, The Love I Feel! © David Yearwood

To hold you close, to have you near,
to have my breath, against your ear.
Whispering the words I long to say,
to show you my passion, in that special way.

The loving, the kissing would feel so right,
expressing our love, right through the night.
Our bodies come together in pure ecstasy,
thrusting and moaning, You become part of me.

Reaching that point there is no turning back,
our bodies explode together with love.
Now, cuddling and laughing, we’ve done it all,
I look up and smile, Oh! It’s you I love.

111, The Dream © Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose- it screeched!

Swung in the wind- and no wind blowing-
I was afraid and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort-
And you were gone! Cold as the dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter-
Ah, it is good to feel you there.

112, Every Night © Silky

…I can’t wait to attack
I want to drag my nails down your back…

…I can’t wait to feel you near
It’s your moan I long to hear…

I want to run my hair along your naked chest…
…Kiss your lips, make you my nest

I want to feel you beside me…
…Love me, Remind me

I want to feel your lips…
…On my neck and on my hips

I can feel you behind me…
…To my left, then to my right

I want to hold and caress you each and every night…

113, Love’s Passion © Christopher Provost Scott

The sun shown down upon two naked bodies
making love in the woods
creating a heat
unparalleled to the heat of passion.

Two heartbeats racing together
keeping time
keeping sync
keeping love at a safe pace.

Their eyes locked upon each other
as emotion builds within their veins
bringing short gasps of breath
to a crescendo of feeling.

Love the essence of life the essence of being
is taking place in the solitude of nature
bringing with it the enchantment and music
of the motion itself.

She envelopes me with her arms and lips
taking me in to the depths she has reserved for me
floating me over the earth above the clouds
in the most wonderful experience I have ever known.

She is mine beneath me.

Lady,i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene

E. E. Cummingsread the full text.

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