Sex + Poetry = Sexetry

This blog is to showcase poetry that makes us hot. Poetry + sex = sexetry. Feel free to submit and share your wildest, sweetest and most delicious sexy poetry. Mature content accepted and encouraged. If you can't handle poetry that makes you sweat, then this is definitely not the place for you. Now, let's have some sexetry! Be sure to tag all your erotic poetry #sexetry and our admins will reblog the best pieces. Submit to us *Please Note: The queue is currently full for 5+ days. Your submissions will be added to the queue in the order received. Thank you for your patience and keep submitting your steamy sexetry!*

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The Breath of God Haiku (By Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

God gave life to us.

His breath tasted of two things:

Cigs and angel cunt.

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Sex in the Morning Haiku (By Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Sex in the morning.

Please give me your morning wood,

Not night-time splinters.

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The Atheist and the Son of a Preacher Man (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

The two men lay upon the bed,

An atheist, a preacher's son,

Lost in their post-coital bliss,

Drenched in creamy cum.

The sex this time was so intense,

They hadn't fucked in ages,

The Bible got some action, too,

Sticky spine and pages.

The atheist looked at the preacher's son,

He was gorgeous, hung and clever,

I actually hope that heaven's real,

We'll get to fuck forever.

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Where The Magic Happens? (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Chamber, bedroom, le boudoir,

It's really all the same.

But magic isn't guaranteed,

Most likely there'll be pain!

No one feels the damn earth move!

Folklore. Myth. Delusion.

The “love” that leads you to the bed

Is often an illusion.

Guard your body, guard your heart,

Be weary of these men.

The bedroom's not a risk-free space,

It's like a lion's den!

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Sundays

Today we had a lazy Sunday Except it was Monday Whatever the day I just want to lay Whichever way With your arms In a bear hold But I like you better in a choke hold Between my legs While I beg you not to stop After you're done I'll give you top Both ways I'll ravage you and ride you I'll staddle and mound you I'll 3 round with an hour nap you Just to do 90 in 65 to make it home before curfew The adrenaline rushing as I think of how hard you made me cum Or how you beat me to the first two rounds Pound for Pound And we go for rounds And nothing excites me more than the sound "Why do you still have pants on?" Pants on. Pants off. Panties on Pussy wet and soft Lick the lace just to tease me Kiss my inner hips Before you please me Spit out it out! Don't hold it all in your mouth Put your face in it and don't you let it come out Until I cum out I run my fingers through your thick curls Soft and always barbershop fresh It's not wonder at all Why my pussy is always wet Can you taste it? Do you like it? Love it? Fuck it. STOP! Baby Im cumming! Come up for air while I get to sucking From the head to the shaft to your balls sack I'm licking all of that Don't be shy I see those eyes rolling back Moan for me baby Tell me I'm the best Place your hands carefully on my head Thrust your hips until I feel you in my tonsils Slide in. Fuck this feels good Fuck me like you should Could And would Let me hold on to you While you dominate I'll tighten my pussy every time You re penetrate Look at me while you fuck me My eyes are snitching It feels so good I can't even fake it I'm almost there Just a few stroke till I... And you came. I was right there. So close. Press reset and start again Lazy Sunday's are made for sex.

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Cupid's Cocaine (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

He's standing there beside the bed,

Tall & dark & stiff,

Cupid's coke is all laid out,

Chances are she'll sniff.

Searching for another rush,

It comes & then it's gone,

Your soul just lingers in his house,

Like smoke inside the bong.

Drugs and sex are both the same,

So please don't be a schmuck,

The highs they give are very short,

The comedowns always suck!

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Submitted by makeamentalnoteofthis I know you don't love me But let's pretend you do Just for tonight. Whisper those sweet little lies Into my skin Into the places that make me quiver Let your tongue write a love note On my body and between my legs Trace sweet nothings across my breasts with your fingertips Let my moans and gasps be our love song. Let my hips grind up and down to the rhythm of your body. I want to kiss every part of you. I want to write your name with my tongue in little swirls across your chest. I know you don't love me But I need to pretend.

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The Warning (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

A pristine product at the start,

Used goods in the morning,

Sex can be a peril, dear,

Consider this your warning!

Don't get lost inside the game,

Don't risk it for the moan,

Men take screenshots all the time,

Be careful with your phone!

Players very seldom give,

They tend to simply take,

Their "love" is like your climax, doll,

Brief & oh so fake!

I understand the thrill of lust,

Of rolling in the sack,

But you are all you really have,

You have to watch your back!

Men see girls as trophies, hon,

The chase becomes the sport,

And when his dick is in your mouth,

The balls are in his court!

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Behind The Curtain (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Room One...

I found the son of God in bed,

Swathed in Lilith's silk,

A few loose thorns upon his head,

An ass as white as milk.

Room Two...

I found the Buddha on the ground,

Exhausted from the ride,

His greasy stomach...big and round,

I shook my head and sighed.

Room Three...

I found the sādhu in the sack,

The sheets had off-white stains,

Beads of sweat were on his back,

The walls were full of chains.

…

All three will say they're pure and chaste,

They'll bad-mouth sex and lust,

They'll say your anger is misplaced,

They'll try to build your trust.

...

Men are all the same, my dear,

That I know for certain,

They use fake power to foster fear,

Like Oz behind the curtain.

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The Sea of Love (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

I lost my light in the sea that day,

I finally let you have your way,

You told me that it wouldn't hurt,

Removed your pants, removed your shirt.

A million tingles down my spine,

Your body's salt alloyed with brine,

Thrashing bodies causing waves,

Making memories for our graves.

We lay upon the sand to dry,

That's when I began to cry,

You're like the sea, you can't be bound,

Today I'm wet, tomorrow drowned.

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Garden of Eden (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

I came across a sexy Eden,

Bears and cubs were busy breedin',

Eight-inch cocks were sucked & ridden,

Salt tastes sweet when it's forbidden.

I saw a dilf devour an apple,

Then he jerked inside a chapel,

A daddy put a dress on Adam,

Bent him over, called him “madam.”

Nothing hissing in the grass,

All the snakes had found an ass,

Layers on the holy cross,

One was cum & one was moss.

Before I left, I saw a twink,

He flashed a smile & gave a wink,

Then off he went to cure his need,

And sprinkle Eden with his seed.

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Seductive Nights

I first scoped your ass

intensity of gaze

moved up your chest

within, a subtle daze.

My heart pulsated

as with rhythmic muse

the jewels of your curves

adrift satin water blue.

Your pose, seductive

measured with innocence

womanly lust stance,

hair of henna strands.

I stare, resistless

like a moth burned by light

your hips paralyzed me

at first sight.

You walk in shades of beauty

simply, a taste privy

slight perspiration on your naval

as diamonds glistening.

Sexy, every thought next to me

in soft summer storms

sultry movements in ebony

as I play on your form.

You move me like strong weed

floating, intoxicating, choking

on the pearl of your seas

the dynamics, motion, dreams.

Sweet bliss 

your honey lips

tantalize my mind 

when you come by.

Silver moons at your thighs 

I can make lava flow

seismic reactions 

till your soul rise. 

Climax from distant shores 

every kiss, touch I adore

erotic positions 

fierce orgasms pour.

Let me explore your mind

the distance to the size

till fluid flows down your legs

like the Niagara Falls.

I'll make you weak,

fiery nights

tease your body 

as I lick your thighs tonight.

Your breasts turgid

lucid as lingerie 

I'll be your dream lover 

in jasmine beds.

In the nude 

me and you

foreplay on your clitoris 

as sexual movements come in rhythms.

Do you feel me

I see us clearly 

me bouncing your pretty ass

in the moonlight.

Every deep stroke,

poetry I wrote

intensely driving you crazy

I'm aroused more.

This passion is strong

in and out till dawn

all around till you come

call my name thereof.

Your're fine, no lie

your form inviting

I can't stop writing

these seductive lines.

Your fingers outline my chest

the strength, virility 

your submission demands

with each caress.

You have the best of me

moments of release

your caramel skin tone

Nefertiti, regal, mine.

From start to finish

every touch defined

this quiet storm 

sweet sex love.

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Durga (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

He wanted me to pat him on the back,

Rub his cock,

And stroke his ego.

Sweetheart, I'm not Durga!

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The Hippy Van (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

One starry night I lay awake,

I couldn’t get to sleep,

Then I heard a stunning noise;

A lush reverbing beep.

  I walked towards my windowsill,

I pulled aside the curtain,

I thought a saw a hippy van,

But couldn’t say for certain.

  I rubbed my eyes and looked again…

Still there in the drive!

The bumper sticker read: Jump in!

Your soul will feel alive!

  I stepped outside with two bare feet,

Embraced the cool night air,

The gorgeous driver looked at me;

Think Brando with long hair.

  He placed my hand upon his crotch,

I blushed ‘cause it was stiff,

He winked and gave a sexy smirk,

And then he lit a spliff.

  He demonstrated blowback,

The smoke went in my mouth,

My hands explored his silky hair,

And then they went down south.

  Just as dawn began to break,

We climbed into the van,

No bags, no maps, no credit cards,

Just freedom and a plan.

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Chocolate (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Forget those pasty honky hues,

Give me Diggs and Terry Crews.

Chocolate, Ebony, Noir and Jet,

These complexions get me wet.

Late night dreams of sucking Elba!

Tyson Beckford, what a fella!

Denzel, Shemar, Boris and Morris,

Members of my Black Men’s Chorus.

Darrin Henson, Michael Ealy,

How I long for them to feel me.

I’d guide them all towards my bed,

Lick them, rim them, give them head.

Travel plans are all down south,

Black snakes love my mongoose mouth.

And if it’s role play that they crave,

I will gladly be the slave.

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Sacrilegious (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Before I reached the Pearly Gates,

I made a stop at Limbo,

And every minute I was there,

My legs were spread akimbo.

  Heaven’s high above the clouds,

It’s high above the choppers,

Filled with honey, filled with milk,

Filled with lube and poppers.

  I quickly found some lusty angels,

We went and searched for Jesus,

Four of us, just one of him,

He did his best to please us.

  Even Lucifer made an appearance,

He showed us all his horns,

We all took turns, we sucked him dry,

We each wore crowns with thorns.

  Halos lit up gorgeous arms,

They shone on tasty pecs,

Eternity will not be dull

As long as there is sex.

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Night In (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Let’s not bother going out,

Forget that stupid club,

Let’s stay in and have some fun,

I’ll give your cock a rub!

  Go and grab the condoms,

The ones with different flavours,

Make me scream all through the night,

Fuck the next-door neighbours!

  Let me grab your sexy ass,

Let me lick your pecs,

Fuck that sappy Notebook shit,

Let’s watch some Triple X!

  Don’t wanna share my man tonight,

It’s all ‘bout me and him,

You can go out if you want,

But we are staying in.