Sex Poems
#sex
Poems about sex, including sexually explicit poems for adults. The sex poems section includes a wide range of topics concerned with the physical act of sex. These poems may deal with romantic sex in relationships, or with infidelity and lustful casual sex. Extreme sex poems will be preceded with a warning page.
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Today 3:06pm
Today 3:06pm
A Thousand Futures
I press in with slow and careful muscle,
admiring your breasts, ethereal fountains of life
that glow from curtained light.
So little is seen but there’s much to imagine
as we find our place and ways to approach
the newness of what might be our wedding bed.
Feeling no doubt from you,
I dare not withdraw from this appealing position.
I’ll rest inside of you for a while,
for eternity if the gods allow.
But I have a duty this night; to plant
what I have carried since birth.
The gods of lust demand that I...
admiring your breasts, ethereal fountains of life
that glow from curtained light.
So little is seen but there’s much to imagine
as we find our place and ways to approach
the newness of what might be our wedding bed.
Feeling no doubt from you,
I dare not withdraw from this appealing position.
I’ll rest inside of you for a while,
for eternity if the gods allow.
But I have a duty this night; to plant
what I have carried since birth.
The gods of lust demand that I...
#LifeCycle
#marriage
#sex
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sharadejahan
sharad
sharad
Poem Published
Today 2:35pm
Today 2:35pm
The Long Ride
Arjun had never believed in love at first sight, but something about the girl at the bus stop had him questioning everything. Her petite frame, the soft roundness of her face, her pointed chin—all of it captivated him. He’d first seen her two weeks ago, and since then, his routine had revolved around her schedule.
Every evening, he ensured he was at the stop on time, hoping for a chance to sit beside her. But the bus was always crowded, and despite his best efforts, the seat beside her was always taken. Still, he savored those brief glimpses, the curve of her lips as she read a...
Every evening, he ensured he was at the stop on time, hoping for a chance to sit beside her. But the bus was always crowded, and despite his best efforts, the seat beside her was always taken. Still, he savored those brief glimpses, the curve of her lips as she read a...
#orgasm
#sensual
#sex
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
Today 11:28am
Today 11:28am
Leading To A Spring Break Nightmare
Deborah and her friends
Tracie and Lexa figured
that since they were far
from home, none of their
parents would stop them
from posing nude on a
beach for some guy who
claimed to be with the
Girls Gone Wild production.
Their dead bodies were
found on a Cancun beach.
Tracie and Lexa figured
that since they were far
from home, none of their
parents would stop them
from posing nude on a
beach for some guy who
claimed to be with the
Girls Gone Wild production.
Their dead bodies were
found on a Cancun beach.
#beach
#death
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sex
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
Today 7:22am
Today 7:22am
Working from home
working, editing
*how I hate editing*
she slides silently into the room
you need to be quiet, please
not a sound, quiet as a mouse, she says
shit!
rewriting, typing, deleting and beginning again
still quiet, still here
a woman's voice from the gallery
everything goes white, total focus as I slap my ear
fuck, I shout
that's the idea
she mumbles silently but just loud enough to be heard
It wasn't an offer,
exasperated
is there some other poor poet you can torture? ...
*how I hate editing*
she slides silently into the room
you need to be quiet, please
not a sound, quiet as a mouse, she says
shit!
rewriting, typing, deleting and beginning again
still quiet, still here
a woman's voice from the gallery
everything goes white, total focus as I slap my ear
fuck, I shout
that's the idea
she mumbles silently but just loud enough to be heard
It wasn't an offer,
exasperated
is there some other poor poet you can torture? ...
#lover
#passion
#relationships
#romantic
#sex
45 reads
1 Comment
Dragonblood
Poem Published
Today 2:04am
Today 2:04am
Hide and Seek
When she requested
we engage in a round
of hide and seek
I knew exactly
what she meant
With the light
turned down low
and the shedding of
our clothes
i knew just where to hide
when she spread her
legs like a flower
opening
in the sun
On my knees
in front
of her
I pushed and
concealed myself
in the most
heavenly place
(wink)
we engage in a round
of hide and seek
I knew exactly
what she meant
With the light
turned down low
and the shedding of
our clothes
i knew just where to hide
when she spread her
legs like a flower
opening
in the sun
On my knees
in front
of her
I pushed and
concealed myself
in the most
heavenly place
(wink)
#sex
90 reads
8 Comments
Dragonblood
Poem Published
Today 00:45am
Today 00:45am
Under the Spell
Under the Spell of Kissing
we moved like sloths on
her couch.
Her perfume grabbed me
by the shoulders and
forced me into submission.
The fire of her tongue,
her eyes...
our intentions—
it propelled us into the inevitable,
and our clothes got in the way
when body heat accelerated.
Ever notice how
words can sometimes
become irrelevant when
it’s other sounds you hear?
Her back and breasts
were cream and velvet;
her legs like silk threads.
Did...
we moved like sloths on
her couch.
Her perfume grabbed me
by the shoulders and
forced me into submission.
The fire of her tongue,
her eyes...
our intentions—
it propelled us into the inevitable,
and our clothes got in the way
when body heat accelerated.
Ever notice how
words can sometimes
become irrelevant when
it’s other sounds you hear?
Her back and breasts
were cream and velvet;
her legs like silk threads.
Did...
#erotic
#sex
105 reads
12 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:55pm
Yesterday 11:55pm
The rough stuff now
#dirty
#erotic
#lust
#passion
#sex
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adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:13pm
Yesterday 9:13pm
Episodes
Addicted to your every mood, psychotica, as your
thoughts coil around my mind's jugular at a chosen
time, on your Harley...with the milk of smut and
lusting anesthesia from a jar of incestuous magnesia
playing the role of a Centaur...not forgetting Harry
Potter, as I think in the abstraction of my anatomy's
titillating sciatica, incorporating the vulva, letting
"The Flea," out of the bag and then comes the
'mares of insomnia's per diem
thoughts coil around my mind's jugular at a chosen
time, on your Harley...with the milk of smut and
lusting anesthesia from a jar of incestuous magnesia
playing the role of a Centaur...not forgetting Harry
Potter, as I think in the abstraction of my anatomy's
titillating sciatica, incorporating the vulva, letting
"The Flea," out of the bag and then comes the
'mares of insomnia's per diem
#dark
#erotic
#lust #sex
#lust #sex
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:23pm
Yesterday 4:23pm
Temptations of John and Ruth #2
John and Ruth continued....
As John looked at Ruth, he was reminded of the scriptural comparisons between the human body and a temple. Looking at Ruth, temple seemed appropriate. A lifetime had been spent in building her temple. Her parents’ love and support, her education, her hard work and skills. All these influences had been there for the building of her life. He had witnessed her growth from a college freshman to a graduate with honors and now a young wife and mother, and a leader in her religious community.
John was afraid to move. Afraid to speak. He looked down...
As John looked at Ruth, he was reminded of the scriptural comparisons between the human body and a temple. Looking at Ruth, temple seemed appropriate. A lifetime had been spent in building her temple. Her parents’ love and support, her education, her hard work and skills. All these influences had been there for the building of her life. He had witnessed her growth from a college freshman to a graduate with honors and now a young wife and mother, and a leader in her religious community.
John was afraid to move. Afraid to speak. He looked down...
#religion
#sex
50 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:39am
Yesterday 4:39am
Temptations of John and Ruth
John knew her well. Ruth was the mother of two young children who’d been happily married for six years. As she knelt next to him, he saw her slender legs bending gracefully. Those legs had broken track records only nine years before while she was a student where he taught.
Looking down at the glow of her curly blonde hair, he remembered how bright and optimistic she’d been as a student. Her smile was infectious! She could disagree while smiling and you’d find yourself agreeing to her argument.
She was a rising star among the advanced students and quickly landed a...
Looking down at the glow of her curly blonde hair, he remembered how bright and optimistic she’d been as a student. Her smile was infectious! She could disagree while smiling and you’d find yourself agreeing to her argument.
She was a rising star among the advanced students and quickly landed a...
#marriage
#religion
#sex
73 reads
3 Comments
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