#lust poetry

[living-dead-girl515]

We were looking for a quick fuck

No one looking here to get stuck

But hey I guess that's just our luck

Now you're the only one I want to

Fuck

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[friskykittyunleashed]

Hayride

Somewhere out in the country Lying on a blanket covering a bed of hay In the back of an old wooden wagon, You and I are curled up together Keeping each other warm. Heat radiates between us as We watch the ebon night sky, Devoid of the bright light of the city, Revealing her intimate secrets to us. The Milky Way blazes a path Between the thousands of stars Now evident, gleaming spectacularly. What other mysteries are hidden Right there, yet out of sight?

Content to relax and savor our embrace, We silently watch, and wonder,  And dream, and ponder…. You pluck some fodder from my hair. I look at you and smile. Above, a meteor streaks across the sky. I close my eyes and make a wish.

As if on cue, you softly nuzzle my neck,  Your lips moving closer… closer… Until finally they gently brush my own, Igniting the embers of wanton lust  Smoldering deep within me. I press into your kiss urgently. I want to explore every inch of your universe, Chart new constellations on your body With my lips and my fingers and my tongue. Pent up desire propels us to another world,  Our passions expressed with the Intensity of a thousand blazing suns Until the explosive waves of a supernova Radiate pleasure throughout our melded bodies.

Turning to you, I open my eyes and And trace my fingers through your beard. You look at me and smile. The jewel-like stars twinkle brightly As we lose ourselves in a kiss. What untold yearnings will we express On this magical nocturnal hayride?

🐾 Frisky Kitty 4 March 2023

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[sreekar]

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism,

you slowly devour their soul with your hungry lips,

until the other person has yours in theirs.

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[psyche-tips-the-candle]

And I?

I fall apart

Split open before you

Again

My heart in your hands

Your lips on mine

I fall open

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[riotsinmyh3ad]

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[inbetweenimperfectmusings]

I wonder why her eyes are blacked out of every fantasy

Shadows of nothing cover them

While I can see the curves of her mouth,

Fill in the blank ripples of her body

No clothes left to hide behind,

Where she touches me,

Manifest her breath on my ear.

But no matter how hard I screw my eyes shut,

How long I stand in the shower,

Lie with a pillow clamped over my head

To stamp something of the images out,

Something still stops me from imagining

How she would look at me.

Thinking about it now actually

I can’t hear her voice,

Nor the words she’d say,

The things she’d do of her own accord,

How her skin tastes.

The only word I know

Is my name,

My name

In her mouth 

In her pleasure

Sounds like molten honey,

Burning my chest

It drips down my throat

Wrapping my heart in sticky chains

Until I can’t breathe.

I choke with the need,

The growling yearning in my stomach

Is growing incessant.

I swear I never looked at her like this,

But part of me must have felt it,

Barred it,

It was too much to bear.

Now whatever dam was put up

Welled up

Came crashing down,

Couldn’t protect me anymore,

Its contents

Slipping under every door,

Running over makeshift barricades,

Seeping in through double glazed windows,

Their locks meaningless,

Desire is pooling at my feet,

Soaking my socks

And soon I will be up to my chest in it.

Pent up frustration multiplied by the thousands,

It will flood my nose

Wrangle my lungs

Bang ravenously on every wall,

Let me know,

I always felt her like this

I just chose not to see it.

Still,

I don’t want to see it.

Part of me wants to burn the images

Replace them with someone else

Desecrate someone else

No one else

Will ever be the same.

Day by day,

Week on week,

Innocent things are being soiled.

They way she grips the steering wheel

Walking behind her on the stairs

The way she collapses after training 

Flushed

Hot 

Laughing.

The sweat on her neck

The smell on her neck

As cursedly unfamiliar 

As the smell between her hips.

I haven’t kissed her since

Out of fear

But today,

I’ve been pushed too far

Too hard,

She draws out my nickname,

Pleading, 

When she adamantly refused to before

‘It’s demeaning’.

What’s demeaning is where all the blood rushed.

My sister laughed so hard 

No sound came out of her mouth. 

The day has been too long

I open and close cupboards in her kitchen

Hungry for something other than food.

Her presence in the bedroom

Studying at her desk

Is leaking through all the doors in her apartment,

I’m sweating through my t-shirt.

Hands in my pockets I cave,

Leisurely kick open her door,

Interrupting her stretching in her seat,

I lick the arch of her back with my eyes. 

She doesn’t look at me first,

Instead at her watch,

Writes a couple of lines.

I eye her knuckles,

How her hand moves across the page,

How her fingers stop and place the pen down

Before she looks at me 

Expression open,

Waiting

Unblinking

From the doorway

My eyes don’t leave hers, 

I look up at her through short lashes.

Without speaking she says 

What are you thinking

I’m not really thinking anything.

She stands

Begins placing her books on the shelf

And I stare at the sleeve that slips

And exposes her wrist.

She slides her fingers down the last book’s spine

And I wish it was mine.

I walk agonisingly slowly,

Swallowing the impatience,

A weak attempt to dampen it

‘Say it again’

She smirks mildly,

‘Say what’

‘You know’

I am seething under the surface

‘My mistake’

She looks away,

‘I won’t do it again’.

I take a step between her feet,

A little too close for comfort,

Lean down a little,

Hush my voice a little,

Breathe on her face a little,

‘You talk all this shit about lust,

Hunger,

Desire,

They’re some of your best poems,

But you only have half the story

You’ve only felt,

You’ve only thought,

You’ve never committed,

You’re only a woman

Who’s never known a man.

Let me show you,

How you can write better poems,

Let me show you 

What desire is really like.’

I won’t overstep what I know she doesn’t want

But she needs to know.

I need to know

What her eyes look like when she wants me too. 

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[thedaysbreadandsoup]

on angry days we classify red as wrath. a sharp cutting color of blood and fire.

those same evenings we define red as lust and desire. nothing can stop this sensuality and the exciting shame this sin fills us with.

then, once we've fought and fucked and stopped for a little bit, the quiet nights remind us that red is love. it's desire and it's such a human color.

i mean, how can the redness that inhabits our veins not be every feeling at once?

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[urmomsfavoritesucker]

Serenities and desires

Your physical touch I desire

I admire your beauty

From your head to your toes

Even from what clothes covers

Temptation makes me wanna go under

Maybe swim in your ocean

If you want I could be your opponent

I promise to be on it

Not gonna lie ever sense

I been thinking of you

The idea of me

The idea of you

The idea of We

I mean no relationship

Just relations

Physical touch

It's like counseling

It's like therapy

It's hard to tell if it's a want or need

In some ways it's better than weed

To be honest I would do it again

If I was to ask would you

(Just something I wrote 4 somebody) I hope you find it:)))

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[godless-pariah]

I kissed him so feverishly

With such a need it was palpable

Feral

And I know

This is the closest I will ever come to god

- Friday March 31st | 00:33am

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[ashwithapen]

poem #3

afterglow written 13 july 2023

throw your arm around my shoulders in the afterglow, breathing slowing. kiss my neck, a quick peck. take care to show me one thing: how your hands, which cupped my breasts, gripped my thighs, spread my legs, can intertwine with mine  very late this summer night.

"i’m sorry for my bs, and for all the rest of it, and whatever, but i really do need you to know that i love you, platonically and otherwise. no matter what, please be happy"

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[poemsbyrachel]

His hands around my neck, and his lips feeling me up, I would be too scared to scream, even if i could . His eyes scream lust and wanting to own me, even a smile of mine could break him slowly

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[living-dead-girl515]

Touch me

Hurt me

Make me moan

So sick of being

On my own

I just want you here

Inside of me

On top of me

Grabbing me

Please

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[sreekar]

She wants to bathe in lust from dawn to dusk,

wearing my tee to work cause she loves the smell of midnight musk.

Reeking of saxophone trills and slutty thrills,

splaying my body with scratches and bite marks,

as we lose ourselves to our primal wants and remarks.

After every session, like a cheeky vixen,

she stares at my defying demeanor, with a coy smile, keener.

That's how she gets her way,

and I get lost in her, night and day.

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[psyche-tips-the-candle]

I'd like to stay right here

Wrapped up in you

That breathless moment

Before the fall

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[sunislovelybuthot]

Spell bound✨🧙

Oh god darling "what the hell is this spell? "Why is it all about you and nothing else" The thoughts of you are ringing bells Flames of lust and caution tapes

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[itouched-yourbutt]

I could trEAT you so good