Poems about SEX & LUST

Here are some more of my poems. These poems are about sex & lust, you know the physical desires in us all. When you think about it, it is so funny that we have problems with sex. I mean it is a natural action, we all do it and if you want to have children then you must do it. Most people like sex, want sex and enjoy having sex in all it's forms. Yet we can not talk about sex openly and honestly. We feel pressure or stress because of it maybe due to social/cultural preconceptions or due to religion. I hope that one day we will realise that sex is just an enjoy natural action that we should have no fear or hang ups about. And I hope that whatever type of sex you like, please feel free in it and enjoy. so here are my poems about sex, they are not deep or meaningful in any way. The titles are: "Shape Of Woman", "Sex", "Young Passion", "Gentle", "K&M,Small Packets Of Delights ", "Tail Of YM", Disneyland Woman", "Body", "Like Heaven To Hell" and "Pillow Talk". I hope you like them and if there is anything you do not understand, please let me know. Syrbastyian

Poem: Shape Of Woman

" Shape Of Woman "

There is something about a woman's blouse.

Either open with buttons or low cut.

A hidden glance, a quick look.

A flash of skin.

The curve and curves of the breasts.

An inner side fall, falling down.

Top curves, gently rounded decent of the sides.

Oh the smile and pleasure it brings.

A small glimpse of.

The shape of a woman.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Sex

" SEX "

Lately all I can do is think about sex.

No That is wrong.

All I think about is sex, sex, sex, sex ,sex and sex.

Just licking, sucking, touching, fucking the female form.

My head between a girl's legs.

My tongue probing her inner secrets of heaven.

Oh my god, it is magical.

Her inner and outer lips.

Her clit.

Her warm, hot gateway to ecstasy.

Her lips, tongue, mouth, teeth.

Caressing, devouring and hungrily sucking my cock.

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex and sex.

Oral sex, oral sex, oral sex, oral sex and oral sex.

Are all I am thinking about lately.

No wrong, always.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Young Passion

" Young Passion "

Lips, golden, precious.

Lips thick.

Lips, I would love to taste.

Lips wrapped around me.

Body nice, fine and full of delight.

Full of passion.

Waiting, waiting for a touch.

A gentle caress.

Face, innocent but with sexual passion.

Passion that burns.

Passion of the devils delight.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Gentle

" Gentle "

A soft quiet gentle voice.

Innocent and girlish yet womanly.

Angel face.

Beautiful shinning eyes.

Lovely lips.

To touch, taste and kiss.

Body to dream of, fantasize about.

Small delicate, perfect.

To have her body against my naked flesh.

Flesh on flesh.

Those legs and arms around me.

To discover, to explore.

That body, her spirit.

To slowly and gentle M.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: K & M, Small Packets Of Delights

" K & M, Small Packets Of Delights "

They are small packets of delights.

Their eyes bright, shinning like jewels.

Their lips round sweet to kiss.

To taste and touch.

To feel them on my flesh.

To feel them around me, covering me.

Their tongues small and pink.

Wetness of joy.

To feel their caress.

Breasts soft and beautiful round wonders.

Oh how I would love to give them to my hands.

My fingers, lips and tongue.

Gliding over them.

Their skin, silk of warm satin.

Cool and refreshing.

Bodies oh their bodies.

I wish to discover them.

Explore them.

Heavenly presents.

They are wonderful gifts.

Small packages of delight.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Tail Of YM

" Tail of YM "

Oh my god, have my eyes deceived me.

This is some miracle, a trick of my mind.

It is her.

My dream, my dream woman.

Before me.

Standing there, in reality.

In front of me.

She more than I could have ever imagined.

More than perfect, beyond perfect.

She is not just beautiful,

She is beauty.

My heart can not take it.

Her eyes are magical.

Her face of an angel.

Her body of heaven.

She is the one.

I have always dreamt of.

My perfect woman.

My dream woman.

If she ask, I will say yes.

Oh my god yes.

A thousand percent perfect.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Disneyland Woman

" Disneyland Woman "

Covered in fawn and brown.

From hair to ground.

Bright shinning eyes.

A sunny smile.

Disneyland woman.

A woman of knowledge.

Of experience.

Of life.

A nice happy body.

A joy to be tasted and explored.

She is close but so far.

Just there but a dream away.

Disneyland woman.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Body

" Body "

Small gifts of wonder.

Small gifts of heaven.

Roads of black.

That flow into smooth round hills of heaven.

Slow curving roads.

Lead to magical hills and a sweet heavenly valley.

Hidden in the valley.

A special space.

Where magic and sweet beauty, reside and tantalize.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Like Heaven To Hell

" Like Heaven, To Hell "

Ten seconds to go and that will make it eight.

Ready for the society ball, well society will have to wait.

I see you with that gleam in your eyes.

You sure do you fine.

Oh, don't do that, we will be late for the ball.

Love me to heaven, lust me to hell.

Burn me with your desire, let our bodies fall into the well.

Oh, hold it, wait, you are burning me up.

I do not know if I can take anymore of this.

You are loving me so so hard.

Bottom of the ninth, three strikes you are out.

Batter up, pitcher eager to throw out.

Your eyes look upon me.

They say, love me to heaven, lust me to hell.

Burn me with your desire, let our bodies fall into the well.

Say good morning to tomorrow.

Say greetings to life.

It is great to be alive.

In your arms forever and tonight.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Pillow Talk

" Pillow Talk "

Pillow talk, pillow talk, girl I love your pillow talk.

All I want is all I need, come on babe just talk your pillow talk.

You burnt my fingers, you burnt my mouth, honey you fried me inside and out.

Ears are open, mind is receptive, senses ripped on full.

Alright girl, lets go radioactive.

I taste your body, it is so damn sweet. Just like sugar candy, dripping through my teeth.

Pillow talk, pillow talk is all I need and want.

Just open your mouth and give me some of your pillow talk.

Can you feel all my heat girl. I am going to give it all to you.

I know you are going to lose it so very soon cause I can feel your body tightening, yes tightening underneath.

My, my girl, do you think this is the end. Oh no little girl, school has just come in and, you and I are going to burn.

Burn this bedroom into heaven, into life, into hell, into sin.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poems about Depression.

Here are some more poems of mine. These ones are about: Sadness, Loneliness and depression. A look at the darker side of life that we all feel from time to time. I hope you like my poems and I hope they help you in some way. We all feel the darkness of life sometimes but in these times remember you are not alone. Many people seems to think that depression is a bad thing. But really it is not. We all need some depression in a life from time to time. Depression is the one true emotion the makes us truly think our own life deeply. It is good for reflection and to find your bearings and to consider or ask questions of yourself and yourself. When we are happy, we do not think deeply actually when we are happy we usually do not think about our life at all. So a little depression form time to time is a good thing and a natural thing for us and our life. For students, if there is anything you don not understand please let me know and I will explain it to you. The titles of these poems are: "Weight", "Depression", "The Suicide Club", "Phantom Passions", Time To Be Leaving", "Alone", "Expectations", "I Don't Want to Be", "Daddy Remembers" & "Goodbye Gone".

Poem: Weight

" Weight "

This weight.

This overbearing weight.

Why do I carry it, maintain it.

Each year it grinds me down.

Yet I bear it.

Am I punishing myself.

For darkness I have done and bathed in.

Each year, each month, each week, each day.

It crushes me.

Each hour, each minute, each second.

It grinds me.

It robs me and yet I hold it.

I could easily free myself from it.

Unshackle, unburden myself.

Yet I do not do it.

Is it fear.

Is it the unknown.

Is it silence.

What is it.

A mystery to me.

Yet I keep it.

Weight.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Depression

" Depression "

Depression, it brings down to deeper levels.

It lets you see things, you did not notice.

Makes you, forces you to think and feel in detail and depth.

It covers you in shades of grey.

Blocking colours that blind and hide deeper understanding.

The greys of depression are vital.

Vital to explore and acknowledge inner truths.

But when the greys turn into darkness.

Turn into absence of light.

Then it becomes a fight for survival to remain and want to be alive.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: The Suicide Club

" The Suicide Club "

I have looked inside myself.

Seen my spirit.

I can not discern.

Life and death are just things that get in the way.

In days of dust I was born.

To particles of dust I shall return.

In days of sun I shall play.

At rest I may sleep and dream away.

For good or for bad I have lived my life.

Until the sun and moon cease to shine.

I can destroy my body.

Can utterly destroy my mind.

What does it matter when the book has fallen out of time.

You can kill me if you want to.

But do not tell me.

Keep it for later.

That way you can surprise me.

Grasp the screams.

Suppress the terror.

Watch the fear flow out when blood mixes with water.

Homicidal laugh.

Genocidal silence.

Liquid salted droplets.

Years cried one last time.

I am glad you have joined.

Welcome to the suicide club.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Phantom Passions

" Phantom Passions "

As the days rolls out and the shadows crawl in.

The phantom passions of my mind awaken for the insanity to begin.

How sweet the taste of your body on my soul.

Phantom passions, focus on their outlines.

Love is not real today, see.

phantom passions are all there will ever be.

Rip, tear, torture my sickening immortal spirit.

I try to escape to find my heart blackened out.

Desire and lust burning inside me like white fire.

Phantom passions are etch in my mind.

Phantoms I focus on their blurred lines.

Passions are hot, phantom passion are all I will feel.

I reach out my hand in despair, discovering that no-one else is there.

Life is full of loneliness, some fear I will never feel the touch of a loving hand.

Phantom passions are all there will be.

Phantom passions, my whole body is a gate, to be and never see.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier