Poems About Polyamory Published by Members Recently Online
#polyamory
DampKitten
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
Letter to my Cuck
#dirty
#lust
#orgasm
#polyamory
#ThrillSeeking
550 reads
11 Comments
DampKitten
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
Letter to my Cuck
#dirty
#lust
#orgasm
#polyamory
#ThrillSeeking
550 reads
11 Comments
DampKitten
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
Letter to my Cuck
#dirty
#lust
#orgasm
#polyamory
#ThrillSeeking
550 reads
11 Comments
DampKitten
Poem Published
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
1st Jun 2024 8:57pm
Letter to my Cuck
#dirty
#lust
#orgasm
#polyamory
#ThrillSeeking
550 reads
11 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
Is it Love?
Though one's heart
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
#love
#romantic
#memories
#polyamory
#crush
677 reads
4 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
Is it Love?
Though one's heart
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
#love
#romantic
#memories
#polyamory
#crush
677 reads
4 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
Is it Love?
Though one's heart
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
#love
#romantic
#memories
#polyamory
#crush
677 reads
4 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
Is it Love?
Though one's heart
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
#love
#romantic
#memories
#polyamory
#crush
677 reads
4 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
1st Sep 2022 6:35pm
Is it Love?
Though one's heart
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.
#love
#romantic
#memories
#polyamory
#crush
677 reads
4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
The Qualifier (Polyamory entry)
The Qualifier
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
#lust
#erotic
#polyamory
946 reads
8 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
The Qualifier (Polyamory entry)
The Qualifier
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
#lust
#erotic
#polyamory
946 reads
8 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
The Qualifier (Polyamory entry)
The Qualifier
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
#lust
#erotic
#polyamory
946 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Polyamory Published by Members Recently Online
