Poems About Passion Published by Members Recently Online
#passion
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
Seven Levels of Paradiso
The tips of your fingernails sail across my skin
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#passion
#sex
239 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
Seven Levels of Paradiso
The tips of your fingernails sail across my skin
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#passion
#sex
239 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
Seven Levels of Paradiso
The tips of your fingernails sail across my skin
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#passion
#sex
239 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
8th Feb 2025 8:16pm
Seven Levels of Paradiso
The tips of your fingernails sail across my skin
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#passion
#sex
239 reads
1 Comment
darkcloud68
Poem Published
Today 4:36pm
Today 4:36pm
Descending Into Your Bliss
#erotic
#passion
11 reads
0 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
Today 4:36pm
Today 4:36pm
Descending Into Your Bliss
#erotic
#passion
11 reads
0 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
Samurai
#sex
#erotic
#dirty #passion
#dirty #passion
288 reads
2 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
Samurai
#sex
#erotic
#dirty #passion
#dirty #passion
288 reads
2 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
Samurai
#sex
#erotic
#dirty #passion
#dirty #passion
288 reads
2 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
Samurai
#sex
#erotic
#dirty #passion
#dirty #passion
288 reads
2 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 1:13pm
9th Dec 2021 1:13pm
Sauron, If your eyes were a...
What are you doing?" He appeared.
I was taken by surprise and shock.
I have never seen his attire near
such a vengeance passionate, I'm struck.
I knew he's evil.
I knew he's blood pitch red.
Yet he's differently lethal
around my presence, or in bed.
So far he's been gentle.
Understanding, subtle like a feather.
Today I saw him mental,
his fire, fierce lava, in raw leather.
The black and golden ornaments.
This eye-consuming vivid hair,
beauty unutterable, for his hands
are merciless, My Cruel Honey...
I was taken by surprise and shock.
I have never seen his attire near
such a vengeance passionate, I'm struck.
I knew he's evil.
I knew he's blood pitch red.
Yet he's differently lethal
around my presence, or in bed.
So far he's been gentle.
Understanding, subtle like a feather.
Today I saw him mental,
his fire, fierce lava, in raw leather.
The black and golden ornaments.
This eye-consuming vivid hair,
beauty unutterable, for his hands
are merciless, My Cruel Honey...
#love
#murder
#evil
#passion
#JRRTolkien
381 reads
0 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
9th Dec 2021 1:13pm
9th Dec 2021 1:13pm
Sauron, If your eyes were a...
What are you doing?" He appeared.
I was taken by surprise and shock.
I have never seen his attire near
such a vengeance passionate, I'm struck.
I knew he's evil.
I knew he's blood pitch red.
Yet he's differently lethal
around my presence, or in bed.
So far he's been gentle.
Understanding, subtle like a feather.
Today I saw him mental,
his fire, fierce lava, in raw leather.
The black and golden ornaments.
This eye-consuming vivid hair,
beauty unutterable, for his hands
are merciless, My Cruel Honey...
I was taken by surprise and shock.
I have never seen his attire near
such a vengeance passionate, I'm struck.
I knew he's evil.
I knew he's blood pitch red.
Yet he's differently lethal
around my presence, or in bed.
So far he's been gentle.
Understanding, subtle like a feather.
Today I saw him mental,
his fire, fierce lava, in raw leather.
The black and golden ornaments.
This eye-consuming vivid hair,
beauty unutterable, for his hands
are merciless, My Cruel Honey...
#love
#murder
#evil
#passion
#JRRTolkien
381 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Passion Published by Members Recently Online
