by MICHELLE STANSBURY DEC 30, 2019
KHADIJA HORTON The art of seduction has definitely changed, considering somewhere along the way a "U up?" text became a legit tactic to have sex. If you're looking to level up your romantic text game, no eggplant emojis required, you might want to turn to some sultry AF sex poems for a lil inspiration. This way, you can get foreplay started with words instead of your hands, effectively stroking your partner's mind with tantalizing thoughts. Whether you're seducing a new crush, reigniting an old flame, or keeping the romance alive with your partner, these sexual poems will come in handy when you want to really heat things up (or at least help with a sexy starting point when you're not sure what to say, or want to write a full-on love letter). This content is imported from {embed-name}. You may be able to find the same content in another format, or you may be able to find more information, at their web site. Leave one of these saucy rhymes on a handwritten note somewhere unexpected (like in their work bag or taped to their bathroom mirror) for bae to find, and they'll be booty calling YOU when they're done reading it. You can also just use these titillating words to revv up your own sexual desire. Surely, there's one out of the 52 purely carnal poems below that will drive you—or your SO—absolutely wild. Related Story PSA: Writing Your S.O. a Love Letter is THE Move ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW 1."Calloused fingertips trace the silhouettes of smooth, contrasting thighs. They navigate rounded hips with familiar fascination. Inhalations whisper of longing. The breaths catch… while fingers orchestrate an exhaled symphony of moans." — "Sultry Sunday" by L.M. 2. "I wrote poems inside of her with my fingers. Our story began with her scream. And ended with her soul on my lips." — "Inside" by A. A. "...he touched my blouse like it was a page he wanted to turn." 3. "Once in civics class, he touched my blouse like it was a page he wanted to turn. For a second, I went transparent, lightheaded: a whiff of helium or ether, a sheet of tracing paper or a tea leaf; slight as the exhalation it takes to say my name." — "The True Bride" by Amy Gerstler 4. "These are the lips, powerful rudders pushing through groves of kelp, the girl's terrible, unsweetened taste of the whole ocean, its fathoms: this is that taste." — "That Mouth" by Adrienne Rich 5. "Wild nights - Wild nights! Were I with thee/Wild nights should be/Our luxury! Futile - the winds - to a Heart in port - Done with the Compass - Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah - the Sea! Might I but moor - tonight - In thee!" — "Wild Nights" by Emily Dickinson 6. "I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue." — "Love Sonnet XI" by Pablo Neruda 7. "She was heaven and she was hell. And when she was finished, he would lay in bed, breathless, waiting to get the feeling back in his legs." — "Untitled" by Mason Fowler 8. "We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch, All fact contact, the attack and the interlock Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock. Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and closed on it tight as I could. The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine. Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood." — "The Platonic Blow" by Wystan Hugh Auden ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW 9. “So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and consuming.” ― “Untitled” by Michael Faudet 10. “Wilde ones, let us forgive the bitter pill delivered with each finger shoved down. Forgive tasting Judas. Forgive nothing. Here is the bed, dark like a true beginning. We all enter the body alone and only once. We do not get to stay.” — “Prayer in Hell’s Kitchen” by Alex Dimitrov Related Story The Absolute Hottest Romance Novels Ever 11. “Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene.” — “xvii” by E.E. Cummings 12. “Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies. I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans. My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” — “Every Day You Play” by Pablo Neruda 13. "She was wild, unpredictable, beautiful, and dangerous. Impossible to resist. A summer storm in a bikini." ― "Bitter Sweet Love" by Michael Faudet 14. “You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end— I drew the gown over my head; a red flush covered my face and shoulders. It will run its course, the course of fire, setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes. You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face as though you had felt it also— you must have known, then, how I wanted you. We will always know that, you and I. The proof will be my body.” ― “The Encounter” by Louise Gluck ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW 15. “At first I cannot even have a sheet on me, anything at all is painful, a plate of iron laid down on my nerves, I lie there in the air as if flying rapidly without moving, and slowly I cool off—hot, warm, cool, cold, icy, till the skin all over my body is ice except at those points our bodies touch like blooms of fire.” — “After Making Love In Winter” by Sharon Olds 16. “She had a weakness for his hand on her neck and his words in her heart. Neither of which did she have the willpower to refuse.” — “Untitled” by JM Storm 17. "She loved to spend rainy afternoons lost in thought, her hand daydreaming beneath the fabric of her floral panties." ― "Dirty Pretty Things" by Michael Faudet 18. "She lived for nights thick with lust and romance and wine and naked kisses." — "Untitled" by Mason Fowler 19. “In a city made of seaweed we danced on a rooftop, my hands under her breasts. Subtracting day from day, I add this woman’s ankles to my days of atonement, her lower lip, the formal bones of her face. We were making love all evening —I told her stories, their rituals of rain: happiness is money, yet, but only the smallest coins.” — “Dancing in Odessa” by Ilya Kaminsky 20. “When I took your virginity, I did it carelessly, like a dog left alone in a butcher shop. I taught you the way adults love (quick, dry, no eye contact.) A year later, in the back of your car, you showed me what you had learned, what kind of man I had trained you to be.” — “The Bones Below” by Sierra DeMulder Related Story How to Have Hella Romantic Sex 21. “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.” — “Arrival” by William Carlos Williams 22. “You are the one I am lit for. Come with your rod that twists and is a serpent. I am the bush. I am burning I am not consumed.” — “To A Dark Moses” by Lucille Clifton ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW 23. “The first time we made love I realized why I never prayed. One human can only say ‘Oh God’ so many times.” — “After the Witch Hunt” by Megan Falley 24. “I made love to her on paper and spilled ink like passion across the sheets. I caressed her curves in every love letter. I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word. I bit her lip and pulled her hair, in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen.” — “Erotica” by S.T.P. 25. “Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds on which you lay, but also those desires for you that glowed plainly in the eyes, and trembled in the voice—and some chance obstacle made futile. Now that all of them belong to the past, it almost seems as if you had yielded to those desires—how they glowed, remember, in the eyes gazing at you; how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.” — “Body Remember” by Constantine Cavafy 26. “When the apocalypse does come, I will rebuild our city with my tongue. I will suck this world’s ashes from your fingers. I will refuse to let the fires of this hell be the only thing that makes us sweat. When the apocalypse comes, so will we.” — “The Bones Below” by Sierra DeMulder "...let your moans sound like gunfire..." 27. “Graze your fingers against my skin like a soldier crossing a landmine throw your kisses like grenades into the trenches of my mouth carve bullet holes onto my chest and remind me of where it hurts let your moans sound like gunfire and your breath feel like death i'll come unarmed if you promise to destroy me make war not love?” — “Make War, Not Love” by Andrew Noske 28. "I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach." ―"Untitled" by Michael Faudet 29. “You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight, Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.” — “Putting in the Seed” by Robert Frost 30. “I am hypnotized. Sleepwalking to the rhythm of your words, Never wishing to wake.” — “Hypnotized” by Michael Faudet ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW 31. “Sex has a way of softening limbs, oiling joints and melding hearts. We burrow in closer wrapping arms and legs over and under each other. Earthy blanket of sleep covers us two bodies releasing one breath. Finding home, coiled and tucked in each other's sweat.” — “Sex Has a Way” by Wendy Lee 32. “If only he could touch her, Her name like an old wish In the stopped weather of salt On a snail. He longs to be Words, juicy as passionfruit On her tongue. He’d do anything, Would dance three days & nights To make the most terrible gods Rise out of ashes of the yew, To step from the naked Fray, to be as tender As meat imagined off The bluegill’s pearlish Bones. He longs to be An orange, to feel fingernails Run a seam through him.” — “Lust” by Yusef Komunyakaa Related Story Warning: These Songs Will Put You In Your Feelings 33. “Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.” — “To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell 34. “She was the kind of girl who loved to stretch out under the sheets, eating chocolate, reading books and f*cking on rainy afternoons.” ― “Dirty Pretty Things” by Michael Faudet 35. “License my roving hands, and let them go, Before, behind, between, above, below. O my America! my new-found-land, My kingdom, safeliest when with one man mann’d, My Mine of precious stones, My Empirie, How blest am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds, is to be free; Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.” ― “To His Mistress Going to Bed” by John Donne 36. “Do you see it? No, look closer. The candle light the flame; it wants to burn and the wick, it wants to be burned. So they dance to the tune of an imperfect harmony. Do you think one day, maybe we could dance this way?” — “Untitled” by Mason Fowler Related Story