Sensual Poems

Sensual poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of sensual poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on sensual are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Mired In A Chocolate Fantasy

Mired In A Chocolate Fantasy long poem

Silhouettes, of our memories Shadows, of our love Sunlight from the days gone by Have blinded every thought The moment stops, Hell freezes above, The devil escapes from my mind From places locked up deeper than before The discerning scent

My Lipstick

My Lipstick short poem

My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh Excites me! Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed Kisses like footprints of a path to your navel

Rocket Love

Rocket Love short poem

Sky’s the limit as dreams expand. Tonight let’s touch the sky. Surpassing the clouds that hinder our view. Hold on to me as the minutes work overtime. Rushing into the infinity of every touch. Our sigh stains the orbit of

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Like Petals Of Rose

Like Petals Of Rose short poem

Fragrance of body and sensual delights Help me to explore new beautiful heights When we enjoy and find jubilant flights Rainbow spreads and kisses love kites You and me are together in trance Life has offered this wonderful chance Kiss

The Symphony Of You

The Symphony Of You short poem

The symphony of you serenades I feel for the sound of touch My fingers caress the piano keys that are the gentle ridges descending your spine Violin strings resonate in the silk strands of your scented hair Your warm eyes

Craters From The Deep

Craters From The Deep short poem

Trickling down the sensual masterpiece which is my skin Glides an unsung hero Making its way with no complaint Born today, only to die again I wish to savour each crater Exuding forth from my pores To lock in all

Last Flowers

Last Flowers short poem

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

Naughty Baby

Naughty Baby short poem

Naughty Baby working me up into frenzy Naughty Baby oooh Naughty Baby Making a man out of me, taking me to the Heights of ecstasy oooh baby, baby I’m so hot and its good yeah don’t stop, Don’t stop, give

Raw Pleasure

Raw Pleasure long poem

My thoughts are swaying in my heart When I think of the warmth of one’s skin on mine I tremble with that thought I smile with my lips tight And I taste raw pleasure As I see the full moon

Euphoria

Euphoria prose poem

Crows, Mosquitoes, School buses, Crunch of snow Secured in my memory like the sound of your voice Morning fog on the lake, Fish jumping, Changing colors, Lake freezing over Secured in my memory like watching you drink coffee Mud, Cut

Limited

Limited short poem

sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account

Compliments

Compliments short poem

The sweet and suave sound from your lips is so lovely, Like a river sounds lyrically while passing on green valley. It fulfills my heart with joy and edifies the soul with divinity, I feel eternal pleasure, as if I

Uncensored Reverie

Uncensored Reverie ode

The infinite cosmos dull in comparison to your enticing eyes. The soft tenderness of your voice leaves me breathless, to my surmise. Your addictive smell that lingers amidst every inch of my sole being. How the way you whisper my

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone ode

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone long poem

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

For The Marble Rocks I Sing

For The Marble Rocks I Sing ode

A Majestic stretch of marble lambasted the sky above, While the river Narmada revered and whirled flow below A sight so lovely beholding overpowers mind and soul For this mighty sandstone wonder many ages old Where Nature’s artisan carved lofty

My Muse, The Amazon

My Muse, The Amazon long poem

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

Sonnet 197

Sonnet 197 sonnet poems

Her songs of love are just as what were known, None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt Exuding from within as sparks have shown, That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt; As sensual marks her ways upon

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)!

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)! long poem

My burned beauty will tell my story My altitudinous towers of pain owe the glory call it my fate or the natures philosophy Nothing, no one senses FOR ME but SORRY While staring at my face, searching for my eyes With

Women

Women short poem

She gave us life. She will be someone’s wife. She is a girlfriend and someone’s best friend. She is a sister and a survivor to the end. When you struggle she pull you through and help you again. All of

Wager

Wager ballad

She only knew she was impelled by some force greater than her will. Touching her lips that warm her flash. Merely touching them wasn’t enough. She was drowning in a wealth of sensations. The salt maleness she could taste beneath

Beauty Of Pain

Beauty Of Pain short poem

Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes

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The End In Every Story

The End In Every Story short poem

You and I were meant to be For days have come and years to see This isle so far I don’t know why For shaking my feet and hand just sigh I know it’s not our final walk Cause being

All About Love

All About Love short poem

I have tried to love you so many times but you cannot see clearly- why are you so blind how can it be that you don’t understand couldn’t you feel it when I was holding your hand I tell you

Just For You

Just For You short poem

well i dont know what should i tell you feeling are so ebullience cant express you. i don’t know its wrong or Right but its feel awesome when you hold my hand so tight sometimes i think why it happens

Essence

Essence long poem

Dawn of the monsoons it was, Heaven was already proclaiming its aphorism, Seemed to me as if god was performing an act of chastism. With a cup of tea near the window pane, The past reeling in front of my

Children

Children prose poem

We are mere children of the void. Specks on an infinitesimally small mote in limitless space. Lost by size, overlooked by indifference. A universe indifferent to our existence. The stars will shine, the planets will spin regardless of our future.

The Lord’s Suicide

The Lords Suicide short poem

Sublime spirits trapped in a bottle The fallen son rises to do battle A hero of the lord risen from sin The walls of resolve grow ever thin Break the bond, release the spirit The will prays, but the heart’s

Yours

Yours short poem

I want to be strong but I feel weak I want to be loved but I don’t love myself I want to be respected but I take advantage I want to be a leader but I continue to follow I

Me !

Me ! short poem

I, with my simeon mind, find myself doubting all that you are with your body wrapped in humble rags, bound by mortal ties while upon the cross you rise above me in fearful symmetry Your truth, your love, your faith

Your Day

Your Day short poem

Spiraling breeze , Tangere sky Sunder clouds , White light spy Dark cease , Silence erase Dew tatter , Essence raise Chill tickled , Buds bloom Celestial lit , Vanishing gloom Birds warble , Leaves rustle Butterfly vie , Wishing

Dear Love

Dear Love long poem

Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear

Will You Bring Me Back?

Will You Bring Me Back? short poem

Will you bring me back? Will you,When I am on the verge of leaving this world? Sorrow doesn’t grieve me anymore; All my happiness-I have already sold. I have exercised an unidentified, reluctant approval, Accepting all that the world has

The Monster Within

The Monster Within short poem

Crying to know Desperate for answers Screaming silently No one knows The uncontrollable tears The fighting within oneself Why her? What did she do? A secret so disturbing Being told no one will believe you A cycle of abuse A

Napoleon’s Love letter To Josephine

Napoleons Love letter To Josephine short poem

I knew my heart had been set alight with passion, that memorable day I cast my very eyes on thee. Your slightest rebuff to my endless advances would pose a more formidable challenge to me than Europe’s invincible, combined vast

Selection

Selection short poem

A white cat crosses your path jinxed by a human again bad enough to be so strange but to be cursed several times a day is worse than incubating a squirming litter with no nest in sight to deliver them

From My Journals ‘dreams’

From My Journals dreams short poem

There are many dreams kept in my heart, dreams that sway my soul; dreams of great fire burning, simmering ‘but no one stops to warm themselves long enough, strangers only see a wisp of smoke. I can almost unveil to

Those Unsaid Words

Those Unsaid Words short poem

I learned to hold all my feelings inside until late at night. I covered my mouth with my hands so that no one could hear my tears. I perfected my fake smile. Today, after so many days, painfully enough, but

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

I Still Trust You, I Do…

I Still Trust You, I Do... long poem

Fizzle I feel, is this for real? Could it be a little weird, hope it will soon be cleared. Not sure if you feel the same, don’t know who to blame, is it you or me good at playing palpable