#lustpoem

[iwajidshaikh]

The sexiest thing a man can do to his woman is crawl inside her mind and make her imagination run wild

Quote 2, The book of desires,by Wajid shaikh pg-4,

[inbetweenimperfectmusings]

He smells of sweat

And he reeks of lust,

And I’m stuck between a rock that is burning desire 

And a hard place that wants to tease him just a little longer,

Hold out for just a little longer,

Just see how far he can be pushed

Before he howls to give in 

To the primal rhythm his blood is beating to,

I want to hear him scream at me,

Anger in his eyes and frustration in his throat,

Feel every growl rumbling in his neck echo in my chest,

The sneer that is growing and the flickering desperation

Combust into hellfire,

And then I will relish 

When the thread he is hanging by snaps

Right between my fingers,

And I know I’ve set myself up for surrender,

For as long as this evening lasts, 

And I know how long it takes 

To crush his will between my thighs.

[max-atomic]

He has the smallest little blemish and his face is a disaster. All I glimpse is living art. He wears long sleeves to hide his scars, but I'm so grateful he survived the fight! Even if it was against himself. He weeps to me his past is ugly, stained by misdeeds and misfortune. However the longer I look the abstract stain calls out a feeling of power and gentle strength. He breathes my name and all I can do is hope not to melt from the heat of a star's flare licking down my spine. He is lovely in all ways. He is precious above all things. Placed in my path, but never in my way. How long have I searched for you? My good luck, black cat. How did I fumble through life before you steadied my shoulder? Does any of it matter? Is any of this real? Kiss me and make me forget the heavy woes of a once broken heart. Hold me and make whole, a piece broken. Say my name one last time before you go to work. Carry my heartbeat in your ribs, and know assuredly I am yours. Waxing love drunk like the moon all I can wonder is; Do you know how precious you trully are to me?

[jonnythegemini]

Ecstasy

Every breath on my neck sends me into a frenzy

Every touch feels more taboo then the last and yet I'm intrigued by the danger

As I lay, listless and alone, I can feel your lips brushing mine all over again

It's like a primal hunger has grabbed onto me and won't let me go

As though every breath not shared with you sets my lungs on fire

I can't imagine life without you

And yet...

[iwajidshaikh]

i want to write poems on your skin with my lips

[iwajidshaikh]

Uska badan meri baaho mein phigalne laga tha, jab usko chuya mene saanse lambhi hoti jaati thi

Rooh keh rhi thi ke mujhme hi tu ab samaa jaa

Mere paas aakar yeh barsho ki pyaash mitaa jaaa

Hua yunh ke pyaash miti nhi aur lag gyi

Zindagi yunh tere mizaaz se badal gagi

—Wajid shaikh

[iwajidshaikh]

Tu mere labho se phuch tera jism kese mehakta hain, tere badan ka har ek qatra mere labho se bheegta hain.

—Wajid shaikh

[zarainink]

Lust - A poem

was gonna be soft. was gonna be nice. instead: Lust. temple wrecked. body burning. crawling for poison. 🔥 Excerpt:

Your fingers bruise my thighs, my body arches, burning, a temple wrecked rebuilt in the same moment. Read the full poem on Ko-Fi