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The Good Pussy  Sep 2014
sex
The Good Pussy Sep 2014
sex

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William Barry  Jun 2014
Sex
William Barry Jun 2014
Sex

Making love,
a sweaty pit stop
between the sheets.
Politicians,
librarians,
directors,
janitors,
authors,
qu­eens,
kings,
moms,
you,
me,
All guilty of this bittersweet act of sticky significance.
All willing to tangle our limbs every night.

Aaron Knockovich  Apr 2014
Sex
Aaron Knockovich Apr 2014
Sex

The most awkward five minutes of my life.

Sam Clemens  Mar 2014
Sex
Sam Clemens Mar 2014
Sex

The moment of
utopia
Where ragged breath is
  broken
And for a second,
gravity consumes the both of us

A small section from a longer poem
Bethany  May 2015
sex
Bethany May 2015
sex

i am innocent
i am not a virgin
i have not been stripped of my innocence
i have been stripped
and teased
and pleasured
i'd love to see the look on a republicans face when i say
sex is fun

liza  Jan 2015
sex
liza Jan 2015
sex

There are some places that can't be touched and there are some places that can't be kissed and there are some places that need to be kissed and some of those places haven't been discovered. I'm a handbook. Sex is like drivers ed. Am I crying, or shaking from pleasure? Dirty. Sometimes hands are there that aren't really. Sometimes fare fine linen fingers feel like brown bony paws that don't listen to "let go".
Fuck me. Even when my eyes get glossy and you're wondering if I'm still there. I'm there. Grab me. Sex isn't always this way.

Sometimes I'm in charge, but it isn't freaky. Don't call me a freak, call me lovely. I can fuck fuck fuck, but don't whisper that it's dirty; it isn't "dirty". Sweating and running make-up. Heavy breathing. Wheres my body, wheres my mind? Don't call it nasty. It's not "nasty". Grabbing, groping, grinding; it isn't lewd. Don't call me a slut.
Touch me and remind me that I'm pleasing. Touch me and remind me that there's only me. Touch me and enjoy it. Enjoy me.
I want the lights on. I want the lights off. I want you you you.

Sex isn't always this way; sometimes I'm in charge.

Madison  Dec 2014
Sex
Madison Dec 2014
Sex

"Writing is like sex-
First, you do it for love,
Then you do it for your friends,
And then you do it for the money."

Virginia Woolf

I am not the dude who can give you
That superorgasm you want.
I am not the dude
Who can fuck you for ten hours straight,
But I'm not the dude
Who will beat you to a pulp
And send you to the Hospital
That you fell for
'Cause you were
A horny-ass bitch.

This poem was composed at the Central Branch of the Denver Public Library on November 27, 2016.
Chuck  Aug 2014
SEX
Chuck Aug 2014
SEX

SENSATIONALISM
      catches your

EYE
     busted to the

eXTREME
     got ya

Edward Coles  Sep 2014
Sex
Edward Coles Sep 2014
Sex

My sex drive would cause earthquakes,
but I can never find the time
to leave this place,
this bed-side lamp,
and away from poor attempts at rhyme.

Depression is a tired old topic.
But sex is forever at hand
to pin you down,
to win you round,
slinking off to the toilet in my dressing gown.

I know you feel a belonging
to the archives of music,
you drink in bed,
and sink on in,
to the restless call of another troubled head.

I will find restoration
held between your slender legs.
It is all we've got,
in this paradise lost,
in this sweaty reclaim,
to a feeling we'd forgot.

Going down is not an art,
but a way of keeping young.
How can you claim to love
what you won't dare to kiss?
How will you ever hear her siren song?

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Anoushka Bhalla  Nov 2014
Sex
Anoushka Bhalla Nov 2014
Sex

Through the naked crest of your back
The dips above your clavicles
And the way I lunge at your jaw.

Through pale hands and swollen lips
And heavy eyes

It echoes

Resonates through thin air
And seeps into the cracks of the walls
The way it collides with your skin
And buries through the flesh

That moment, awakening, I got through
You know now how much I love you

Styles  Oct 2016
Flutter
Styles Oct 2016

I want to climb inside your body
move around in your skin
grasp and kiss your body
sending shivers deeper than within
two bodies joined in unison
penetrating heat
melt us from the outside in
sensual movements
you finish twice, before I even begin

Styles  Oct 2016
Embraced
Styles Oct 2016

In his arms,
feeling his embrace,
she felt safe.

The right words,
at the right time,
at the perfect place.

Her eyes captivated
by his handsome face.
His hands gently placed,
around her tiny waist.

Two strangers,
eye to eye
as they come
face to face

Her lipstick
as their mouths taste
each other for the first time
a memory that will last a life time
a flavor savored by his body soul and mind
he made her body his temple
and she made his body her shrine.

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