Sex Poems – a special selection of steamy Poetry which is to the point and sexy as hell

Sex is one of the most confusing and demanding actions humans ever engage in.

We love it, and want it-sometimes desperately, but what about when we have a headache or when our significant other makes us mad?

Women are portrayed to use sex as a weapon, but do men ever do it?

Are women ever the ones with the higher libido and do they think about sex as often as men, or is that just a cliché?

Do we ever want it so desperately that we lose our sense of self or our common sense in the hunt for satisfaction?

Is sex ever just pleasure for the sake of giving or receiving pleasure or is there always an ulterior motive?

As we all know, sex has been responsible for more breakups, hookups, murders, jealous rampages and the like than any other singular emotion or desire known to mankind. The adage, ‘Sex sells’ isn’t so old when looking at how fast young people are sexualized in society, but it does ring true no matter what age you happen to be.

So, in celebration of sex and all things sexy, here are some fantastic poems that will certainly put you in the mood.

And should those 10 sexy poems ot be enough, check out our selection of the most erotic poems of all time!

Seductively she entered the room
 revealing only her legs and face;
 He watched her walk towards him,
 at an intoxicating pace!
 
  As she lowered herself onto the floor
  she started to strip piece by piece.
  He watched in anticipation
  as her beautiful body she started to release.
 
  He was ready and waiting
  for this moment many minutes ago.
  Lying on a beautiful fur bear rug
  covered by a throw;
 
  He let her lay down
  then he picked up an iced rose.
  He used it to tickle her fancy,
  from her head to her toes.
 
  After he traced every curve
  he could see she was climaxing.
  Breathing heavily and clutching the throw,
  she was far from relaxing.
 
  He fed on her enthusiasm
  and teased her nipples with a piece of ice.
  They stood to attention very quickly,
  they didn’t take much to entice.
 
  He moved the ice down
  to the place she most desired him to touch.
  He used his tongue in ways she’d never felt;
  nearly becoming too much.
 
  She moaned in ecstasy arching her back
  begging him to enter her now.
  He entered her gently and pushed
  as deep as she would allow.
 
  Together they made love on the floor
  moaning in all delight.
  Sweat dripping from both of them
  they continued deep into the night.
 
  She fulfilled his every desire
  and made him imagine a lot more.
  He fulfilled her every desire
  and taught her to explore.

- from All Poetry -

I made love to her on paper.

And spilled ink like passion across the sheets. I caressed her curves in every love letter.

I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word.

I bit her lip and pulled her hair, in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen.

Kiss it,

Those dark parts of yourself,

Before anyone else does.

Let your curious hands, first wade

that wet web of magic

that can mamaguy* mouths to water.

Watch the tea kettle on their tongues

whistling, boiling.

Their heated bodies wishing

to understand and to mold the magi potency

to their skulls forever like a mural or message

lost a long time ago.

They seem to still be searching for the mechanics,

the spell behind it all.

Let them wonder while you wander,

while you look at yourself for yourself,

while you mount up a mirror

between the valley of your thighs and watch,

know that the key to the kaleidoscope

of your curled toes hovers at the entrance

and responds lightly to your fingertips.

Lick them,

you have permission,

the right to taste what you have to offer.

Like a keyboardist who have keenly studied each stroke,

you know which one is your favorite.

So touch,

marvel at the staccato of your breath

as it hitches,

as it catches,

and cover your mouth

moan quietly into your palm

as you bridge yourself like a knotted accordion.

Don’t break eye contact with the mirror,

You will need to look back with love,

at the way you loosened to your own touch.

Making yourself a mountain, a sea, a liquid solid

A Poet.

Loving every line of their own lyric,

taking pleasure in the climax

and kneeling in worship

at the finally finished stanza.

You can only teach them how to play if you practice.

from poets.org

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.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it.

While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies.

I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times, we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.

I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

What would you think of me?
 If you knew my fantasy
 Of you down on your knees
 Attending to me orally

What would you think of me?
 If you knew my fantasy
 Was you wearing silk and lace
 As you sit writhing on my face

What would you think of me?
 If you knew my fantasy
 Was to undress you in the office
 And penetrate each orifice

What would you think of me?
 If you knew my fantasies
 About sex with you all the while
 Would you look at me and smile?

We aligned mouths. We entwined.

All act was clutch, All fact contact, the attack and the interlock Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and closed on it tight as I could. The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.

Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.

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.

On a warm and sunny day

A beautiful woman walked my way

In spite of the summer heat

I could not keep my eyes off her feet

Those nicely painted toes caught my eye

As they were painted like the sun lit sky

So shiny, smooth, and bright

I could not get them out of my sight

She walked over and said with a smile

Would you go with me for awhile?

I stood right up to my feet

Held her hand as we did greet

She led me to her place of rest

This day so far was the best

We walked in through the door

She asked me if I wanted more

With a grin upon my face

Said lead me to the special place

To the couch we walked with ease

As my mind raced with ways to please

She washed her feet then sat by me

Pleasure she desired as I could see

She laid down as I took her foot in my hand

She moaned as I sucked, it was so grand

Her other foot rubbed my cock

As I sucked her hips did rock

My hands slid down her thighs

She let out seductive sighs

My cock was hard and she was wet

How much better would this get?

My fingers traced along her lips

More and more she rocked her hips

Up and down her foot rubbed my cock

Then all of a sudden I was in shock

A horn sounded loud and I was awaken

Then a bus pulled up & my bench started shakin'

Startled by the driver as he opened the door

It was only a dream and I wanted much more

I got on the bus and walked down the aisle

This head lifted up, looked at me and smiled

It’s like we had met some time before

She looked like the lady who wanted more

So close, yet so far away
  Don't know if I can stand another day
  I long to hold your mesmerizing face
  And on my lips, your kiss I taste
 
  You've got me trapped in a box of wonder
  Our bodies together, no matter who is under
  I need you now, I need you quick
  I need you fast, to get my fix
 
  I desire to know you in every detail
  Give me this chance, my heart will not fail
  Life is a trial, that's never ending
  But together is time we could be spending
 
  I barely know you, its happened so rapid
  And to you this may seem a little drastic
  I have to reveal, can't hold it any longer
  You've got me trapped in a box of wonder
 
  Out destinies could intertwine forever
  Girl just come to me, it's now or never
  Think of the happiness that's yet to be
  If you would surrender your heart to me

- from lovelifepoems.net -

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