Lesbian Poetry
#lesbian
Lesbian poetry, here you'll find poems about lesbian sex and relationships. Lesbian poems include different perspectives on what it means to be a lesbian, from sexual encounters and fantasies, to coming out and lesbian romance and lifestyle.
Rusty's Play-to-Pay Gas Station

#lesbian
#sex
#cars
#dirty
#orgasm
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There First Sexual Pleasure

#lesbian
#sex
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Sub Zeroed in Dom Nation
The dog days of summer
were barking up the wrong trees.
Even my Fortress of Solitude
was melting into your average
Kryptonian complex.
She drove the ice cream truck
on the upper west side
of Hell's Kitchen and tried
to give me the cold shoulder
straps.
However, the irony was a tube topic
of discussion without any boobs
and was quickly lost upon me
---went right over my head.
Regardless, we were bitches in heat
I puddled as I peddled, chasing
her down the street on my...
were barking up the wrong trees.
Even my Fortress of Solitude
was melting into your average
Kryptonian complex.
She drove the ice cream truck
on the upper west side
of Hell's Kitchen and tried
to give me the cold shoulder
straps.
However, the irony was a tube topic
of discussion without any boobs
and was quickly lost upon me
---went right over my head.
Regardless, we were bitches in heat
I puddled as I peddled, chasing
her down the street on my...
#lesbian
#dogs
#summer #hell
#summer #hell
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Comrades In Arms
Natasha, in sunglasses at night, exhaled
a Kremlinesque fog, blowing smoke
up our asses during the interrogation.
Hungry and svelte with pink felt tips
that could Chekov any comrade's box,
she was a he of a KGB conspiracy theory
and I was paranoid they were all
out to get me.
Their predator drones hovered above
targeting my uvula with long-range
silicone scud missiles lubricated
in lukewarm, mercurial deceptions
Once a flowerchild of the Sixties, my soil
was now heir to their scorched earth
policies...
a Kremlinesque fog, blowing smoke
up our asses during the interrogation.
Hungry and svelte with pink felt tips
that could Chekov any comrade's box,
she was a he of a KGB conspiracy theory
and I was paranoid they were all
out to get me.
Their predator drones hovered above
targeting my uvula with long-range
silicone scud missiles lubricated
in lukewarm, mercurial deceptions
Once a flowerchild of the Sixties, my soil
was now heir to their scorched earth
policies...
#lesbian
#college
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Mounts Sigh'n I
---inhale---
Lavender ...
---exhale---
... or was it the odor of sheep?
Whatever
Zipporah's sleep inducing scent
permeated the firmament
'round my rigid peaks, above
the valley where a bush burned
sempiternal
Lavender ...
---exhale---
... or was it the odor of sheep?
Whatever
Zipporah's sleep inducing scent
permeated the firmament
'round my rigid peaks, above
the valley where a bush burned
sempiternal
#lesbian
#religion
#God
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Lieutenant Ginger and her Privates
She squirts in my face
saluting me with citrussy
starbursts of tangerine
---a lemonade affair
with solar flaired hair---
her lime-grenade smile
exploding its sublime
shrapnel
Color me at ease
yet blown away
by her autumn'atics
saluting me with citrussy
starbursts of tangerine
---a lemonade affair
with solar flaired hair---
her lime-grenade smile
exploding its sublime
shrapnel
Color me at ease
yet blown away
by her autumn'atics
#lesbian
#soldiers
#fall
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Melody's Fingertips
Dry logs in the stone pit, consumed
quicker than Indian Summers
in crackling pops, sweep
dustbunnied quiet under rugs;
serenade complements my cello
frame being played to its tune.
Melody's fingertips strumming;
my instruments gauging spikes
Sparks fly before either of us
realizes we are out of control
---wild fires converging
in unorchestrated infernos
These flames of ours licking
long into the late hours
She, burning away my...
quicker than Indian Summers
in crackling pops, sweep
dustbunnied quiet under rugs;
serenade complements my cello
frame being played to its tune.
Melody's fingertips strumming;
my instruments gauging spikes
Sparks fly before either of us
realizes we are out of control
---wild fires converging
in unorchestrated infernos
These flames of ours licking
long into the late hours
She, burning away my...
#lesbian
#erotic
#fire
#passion
#RitaDove
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Faux Blown Lesbo
I meet her on display
at the auto show
Later, we rendezvous
at the local LGBTQ bar;
she plies me with wine
Now, when it comes to dykes
she comes off as a muscle car
---real fine as rides go
but later that evening
when she hikes her skirt up ...
boy!
was I in for a surprise!
There between her thighs?
Quite the dillysmacker!
to describe in a single word
her tiny...
at the auto show
Later, we rendezvous
at the local LGBTQ bar;
she plies me with wine
Now, when it comes to dykes
she comes off as a muscle car
---real fine as rides go
but later that evening
when she hikes her skirt up ...
boy!
was I in for a surprise!
There between her thighs?
Quite the dillysmacker!
to describe in a single word
her tiny...
#lesbian
#erotic
#LGBT #cars
#LGBT #cars
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Unfinished

#lesbian
#BDSM
#sensual
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Welcome to the Dominatrix ( Maybe She's Maybelline )
Voluminous, her numinous
eye lashes went at great lengths
in their invitation to play a rigged
faille safe worded game
I was bound to lose
eye lashes went at great lengths
in their invitation to play a rigged
faille safe worded game
I was bound to lose
#lesbian
#BDSM
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Welcome to the Dominatrix ( Babes In Rubber Toyland )
She knows no bounds
prefering not to leave me
tied up in knots, but rather
in sudsy suspension of
natural oils and fragrant soap;
opera music extracted from vinyl
with a painless needle working
me into a dancing native groove
meditative as dispensed beliefs
lather away concerns for yellow
armada surrounding perimeter
of my weightless, naked
flotation devices
and I am nothing more
than a hors d'oeuvre
devoured by her
Quacken
prefering not to leave me
tied up in knots, but rather
in sudsy suspension of
natural oils and fragrant soap;
opera music extracted from vinyl
with a painless needle working
me into a dancing native groove
meditative as dispensed beliefs
lather away concerns for yellow
armada surrounding perimeter
of my weightless, naked
flotation devices
and I am nothing more
than a hors d'oeuvre
devoured by her
Quacken
#lesbian
#water
#peace #music
#peace #music
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Industrious Annalise
Let them talk about making this nation
great again as if it was some truck tire
worn down to its radial under armor
ready for retread in the tire department
next building over from where we worked.
The harness of solidarity we erected
remains buckled. We were the welding
that held everything together by sweat,
blood, and tears. We were America
strong.
And still are, even after labor pains
of being strong-armed during contractual
obligations around every corner
---becoming well...
great again as if it was some truck tire
worn down to its radial under armor
ready for retread in the tire department
next building over from where we worked.
The harness of solidarity we erected
remains buckled. We were the welding
that held everything together by sweat,
blood, and tears. We were America
strong.
And still are, even after labor pains
of being strong-armed during contractual
obligations around every corner
---becoming well...
#women
#lesbian
#feminism
#inequality
#AliceFulton
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