Come take me in your arms
make me complete tonight
kiss my rosy lips
drink the nectar from it
hide your face in my cleavage
stroke my breasts till tight
harden the nipples
suck the life out of me
arouse my whole body
gently playing with your fingers
kissing every nerve in me
come now to my heaven
slowly touch me there
let your tongue do some tricks
And then I'll take you in
show me happiness tonight
take me to ecstasy
let there be a rhythm
of your movement
let there be a rhyme
in my moans
lets sing the song
of passionate love
come darling come
Make love to me tonight.
Hello Guest

One minor amendment: "let's sing the song".

You may be interested in "The Imperfect Enjoyment" (and other poems) by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, which can be found on various sites.

The poem posted by Guest as well as the poem by John Wilmot are a bit too much to digest... Isn't it a little disgusting to write or read such poems?Sorry to say this...
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Hello Anita

That's a difficult one.

Wilmot wrote his poem in 1672 or so; and 'Restoration' verse is often of this kind – doubtless in reaction to the rather less free-speaking years under Cromwell. That said, 'disgust' is not necessarily a response Wilmot would have disowned; the poem seems to sit somewhere between the satirical passages you find in Jacobean drama, and the 'anatomical' poems of Swift. Certainly it seems to have a satirical (rather than erotic) intent.

Guest's poem on the other hand seems to belong to a different genre: private poems that are usually only intended for one pair of eyes. So it does feel a little like reading someone else's diary.

Anyway, I'll delete the link to Wilmot, as it may offend!