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    poetry we love,
    poets we believe.
    keep them coming here
    dream of publishing

    while we read your verse
    and in them immerse

    you can catch some rest
    looking at nice breast

    feel you need more?
    give the girl a call

    XXX
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    'I want to ride you
    like the open highway
    soft & slow around your curves & into the straight stretch
    floor it
    listen as your engine goes from a soft purr
    to the screams
    of five hundred horses
    pulsing through your chassis
    feeling your body
    under my complete control
    until we are consumed
    by the sudden impact
    after going over the edge
    or spent completely out of fuel'
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    I am going to report your poem, just found it on google
    hahaha

    and on a serious note, what is your favorite erotic poem, do you have any?
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    I saw a young lady with jewels in her hair, her skin was like porcelain, her face it was ffair. The nymph she did speak to me,
    “My good sir with my charms I will delight you, I’ll soothe all your cares”.
    To the lady I made answer,
    “Oh maiden fair your face is bewitching and the light it doth dance on the jewels in your hair. But lady, most pretty my soul cries out beware, in your arms man will find nought but sorrow and care”.
    The lady gaily made answer
    “My good sir in my embrace you will find relief from both sorrow and care”.
    I gazed at the young lady, at the jewels in her hair and at length I made answer
    “Oh maiden fair, in your arms bliss, tis fleeting there is no solace there”.
    The nympth, she did attempt to win me with accents sweet and fair
    “Gaze on my beauty, at the jewels in my hair, my charms can release thee from blackest despair”.
    “Oh lady, lust is a powerful thing, it temporarily soothes almost any sting, but lady tomorrow the sting tis still there, so I must decline you and the jewels in your hair”.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Clueless View Post
    'I want to ride you
    like the open highway
    soft & slow around your curves & into the straight stretch
    floor it
    listen as your engine goes from a soft purr
    to the screams
    of five hundred horses
    pulsing through your chassis
    feeling your body
    under my complete control
    until we are consumed
    by the sudden impact
    after going over the edge
    or spent completely out of fuel'
    Don't get any penalty points.
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    Shalom/salaam.
    10,000 years of Middle Eastern civilisation and the place is not at peace but rather in pieces.

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    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    If I can come,
    Then so can you.
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    Shalom/salaam.
    10,000 years of Middle Eastern civilisation and the place is not at peace but rather in pieces.

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    KINKY SEXY LOVE

    She’s gushing gushing
    he’s inside
    pushing, pushing
    further , further,
    harder, harder
    cooling down
    he’s going down
    perhaps he’ll drown
    under my water falls
    slippery when wet
    Niagara Falls
    he’s back to pounding
    the heavy sounding
    of moans and groans
    pain and pleasure
    every measure
    of my love
    his love
    freaky, kinky
    sexy, love

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    .
    You moved atop of me easily,
    And lowered yourself gently.
    Kissing me as I was filled with you.
    As a gasp broke the kiss,
    Your hands stroked the stray strands,
    Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
    Our slow rhythm gave way,
    To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
    As I arched my body for your comfort,
    And you threw me into ecstasy,
    With the strength of your blows.
    You left me screaming and soaked,
    In oblivion again and again,
    As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
    And our bodies both demanded more,
    Each giving to the other,
    High on the fluids of foreign substance.
    I grasped, then released you,
    Grasped then released you,
    In effort to relieve you of your control.
    The taste of your skin between my lips,
    Was like no other.
    To hear your cry of mercy,
    When my teeth met your warm skin,
    Was more breathtaking than you knew.
    Yet I still released the control to you.
    As you wound your hands in my hair,
    And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
    You moved with one final and breaking blow,
    Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
    Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
    I welcomed the weight of you to crush me,
    As you collapsed on top of me,
    Still hot and burning,
    And I glowing like an ember,
    Casting a welcome light,
    Should you seek my gifts again.

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    Arrival
    by William Carlos Williams

    And yet one arrives somehow,
    finds himself loosening the hooks of
    her dress
    in a strange bedroom—
    feels the autumn
    dropping its silk and linen leaves
    about her ankles.
    The tawdry veined body emerges
    twisted upon itself
    like a winter wind . . . !

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    Song of Solomon


    I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
    As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
    As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.
    I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
    He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
    Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
    His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
    I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes,
    and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor wake my love, till he please.

    The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
    My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall,
    he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
    My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
    For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
    The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come,
    and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
    The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
    Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

    O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance,
    let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
    Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

    My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
    Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved,
    and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

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