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[L]et us give ourselves over to joy…to voluptuousness, as if this were our last night among the living. ~Alfred de Musset, Gamiani, or Two Nights of Excess, 1833, translated from the French by John Baxter, 2006

The god in me and the beast in me
And all deep things come up to light;
And I would barter my soul to be
The prize of love for a single night....
~George Sylvester Viereck, “Love Triumphant”

My slender waist and thighs are exhausted and weak from a night of cloud dancing. ~Huang O, translated

The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you. ~Mary Carolyn Davies

Eros seizes and shakes my very soul
like the wind on the mountain
shaking ancient oaks. ~Sappho

The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we tried to restrain it. ~Giacomo Casanova

Let me lie,
let me die on thy snow-covered bosom,
I would eat of thy flesh as a delicate fruit,
I am drunk of its smell, and the scent
of thy tresses
Is a flame that devours.
~George Moore

Lay your heart against my heart that I may hear your love summoning me to forgetfulness....
Lay your mouth on my mouth until all dissolves in mist about me....
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

My sweetheart has the hungriest lips
They seek and press unsparingly;
They probe until she almost slips
Among her kisses into me....
~Louis Untermeyer, “Almost”

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.... ~Pablo Neruda, translated from Spanish by Stephen Tapscott

Silently you take me in your arms.
Our lips meet and our eyes close.
I feel the shuddering of your breast and the beating of your throat against mine....
We know nothing but the thunder of our veins....
We are swept out into a sea of infinite oblivion.
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

Her lips were swollen, like firm buds ready to blossom. ~Octave Mirbeau, "The Garden," The Torture Garden, 1899, translated from the French by Alvah C. Bessie, 1931

i like my body when it is with your
body.... which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur...
~E.E. Cummings (1894–1962)

Speechless, we made love
In mist and clouds.
~Lan Ling, translated

Thou art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower
And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee.
'Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower,
I seek but thee.
I feel the ivory of thy petals fair
Brush lightly on my belly as I woo
And I would sting thee, if I did but dare,
So sweet you are.
I suck the honey from your dewy bowl
And drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss,
Within your cup, I yield to you my soul
And drink your kiss....
~Author Unknown

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports.... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them. ~Gustave Flaubert, letter to his wife Louise Colet, 1846

She holds his stem,
and her heart throbs hard.
He sucks her tongue softly,
feeling ecstatic dizziness...
~Bai Xingjian, “The Wedding Night,” translated

A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam,
A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
~Ovid, “The Vine”

Come to me, press upon my brow the coolness of your
Young lips that I may hear the thunder of your love in the night....
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

My eyes are like soft twilights, meltings of silver and blue,
My lips are the stain of wild crushed fruit,
My breath is jasmine...
My fingers a velvet caress...
My love is as moonlight to the shadows...
~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Red Threads of My Heart: XXX," At the Roots of Grasses, 1923

My heart still throbs as I remember when
I joined the ranks of sturdy little men.
I know not now, what courage made me dare,
But, pillowed close, upon her bosom fair,
A truant hand went wandering far astray
And found — that night hath greater charms than day....
~Author Unknown, “Boyhood”

How I love all of you! Do you feel me wrap you
Up with myself and my warmth, like a flame round the wick?...
~D.H. Lawrence, “Wedlock”

Their bodies were now filled with calm and their hearts, like poppies, were at rest. ~Jean Giono (1895–1970), Regain, 1930, translated from the French by Henri Fluchè and Geoffrey Myers, Harvest, 1939 [afterglow 😉 –tg]

Your breasts, your knees and feet! I feel that we
Are a bonfire of oneness, me flame flung leaping round you,
You the core of the fire, crept into me.
~D.H. Lawrence, “Wedlock”

Be no longer tender.
Cover me with frenzied kisses, — even as I would drench my body in the cruel torrents of the rain.
Envelop me from throat to ankle in delirium intolerable....
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

The air between us seemed to crackle with contained emotion. ~Stephanie Barron, Jane and the Man of the Cloth: Being the Second Jane Austen Mystery, 1997

There is something magical about kissing in the rain. Rain drops fall all over you—your face, hair, skin—and your clothes cling to you as if you are melting. And your man is holding you tight as you hear nothing but rain and feel nothing but his touch on your body and the wet grass between your toes. The moment lasts, the moment you feel alive and as one with nature. A few wet drops break the passionate seal of your two lips as you taste the beautiful rain and your lover in one glorious sensual motion. ~Anonymous

To love you like the midnight storm!...
To hear the wild beating of your veins; to feel flame shuddering your blood and to agonize you with my ardor.
To crush you as a flower upon my breast,
To bear you away to some secret valley where I would love you into insensibility....
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

O happiest transport, dearest blessing,
Sweetest-rapture past expressing!
Who can tell the thrilling pleasure,
When the nymph resigns her treasure!
When she melts in ripen'd blisses,
Breathing out her soul in kisses!...
~William Pattison, “The Enjoyment,” 1728

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words. ~Margaret Mitchell

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body...
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
~Pablo Neruda, translated from Spanish by Stephen Tapscott

I hold my skirt, sash untied
and stand before the window with unpainted eyebrows.
Silk clothes fly open so easily.
If my skirt opens, I'll blame the spring wind!
~Zi Ye, translated

Then suddenly, with savage, passionate clasp,
She drew him to her with an eager grasp
And sank exhausted, yet with cheeks aflame,
A thrill with feelings which she could not name...
'T was pain, 't was pleasure, 't was a joy intense.
It seemed as though along each quivering sense,
Swift rivulets of fire had found their way
And burned their hearts. They knew not night nor day,
Nor life, nor death, nor aught that mortals know.
They only knew they loved each other so....
~Author Unknown, “The Fall of Man”

Kiss me, mad creature! Let me bite you. Let me suck you. Let me inhale you to your bones' own marrow. ~Alfred de Musset, Gamiani, or Two Nights of Excess, 1833, translated from the French by John Baxter, 2006

Her lovely yielding form I prest,
Sweet Maddening Kisses stole;
And soon her swimming Eyes confest,
The wishes of her Soul:
In wild tumultuous Bliss I cry,
O Delia now be kind,
She pressed me close and with a Sigh,
To melting joys resign'd...
~James Oswald, “The Progress of Love,” 1700s

Winter skies are cold and low, with harsh winds and freezing sleet. But when we make love beneath our quilt, we make three summer months of heat. ~Tzu Yeh, translated

The sultry look upon your face—
In reaching that gyrating gush.
The way you bite my fingers—
When I try to make you hush....
~Michael Anderson, “More!”

Aroused by spring, they are soft as cream... ~Chao Luan-Luan, “Creamy Breasts,” translated by Kenneth Rexroth

Spring forest flowers are so charming.
Spring birds pour out grief.
Spring winds come with exuberant love—
they lift up my silk skirt.
~Zi Ye, translated

Once fed, no longer the wolf-pack raves:
But love can never of madness tire,
And I must drown in your passions waves,
And you consume in my hot desire....
~George Sylvester Viereck, “Love Triumphant”

I lift to you
My bowl of kisses,
And through the temple's
Blue recesses
Cry out to you
In wild caresses....
~D.H. Lawrence, “Mystery”

And to my lips'
Bright crimson rim
The passion slips,
And down my slim
White body drips
The shining hymn...
~D.H. Lawrence, “Mystery”

EADIE.  (She pours a little more whiskey in the glass then swallows half of the liquor in one gulp.) I'll bet you're thinkin' you married a rummy or somethin'. Well, don't worry about it. I only take a drink when I feel good. And right now everything is wonderful! You're wonderful. You're the most beautiful man God ever made... (She kisses him lightly and waltzes across the room...)
JOHNNY.  I think you're a little high.
EADIE.  (Smiling languidly.) Uh. Huh. You're goin' to have trouble with me tonight.
JOHNNY.  (Fearfully.) What kind of trouble?
EADIE.  Good trouble. (She reaches into the bag and removes a pink negligee. She drapes it around herself.) You like this? It's my whole trousseau.
~Don Appell, "The Wedding Night," Lullaby, 1953  [a little altered —tg]

My sweetheart has the kindest breast,
Two heavens with each a single star;
They give me everything but rest,
So strange these rosy pillows are....
~Louis Untermeyer, “Almost”

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, letter to his wife Josephine, 1795

Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh....
~Marge Piercy, “Colors Passing Through Us”

Sure, I'm somewhat of a thrill-seeker. But, then, so are you. You wouldn't make love the way you do if you were not adventurous, and bold, and slightly nuts, just like I am. I love all those things about you. ~Janice Sims, To Have and To Hold, 2004

[W]e lie in each other's arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
~Marge Piercy, “Colors Passing Through Us”

She pulled her Robes off one by one,
And did her self undress.
Her purple Mantle fring'd with Gold,
Her Ivory Hands unpinned;
It would have made a Coward bold,
Or tempted a Saint to 'a sinned....
~Author Unknown, “The Surpris'd Nymph,” 1700s

Wearily there he had lain for hours
On his cushion soft as a heap of flowers,
Till the harem ladies, distraught, distressed,
Came fluttering out of their fragrant nest,
Light as the lily, fleet as the fawn,
Caught in the colors that tremble at dawn.
Halima laved with her delicate hand
His brow with the attar of Samarkand;
Barakah, robed in an ocean green,
Tinkled the bells of her tambourine;
The slim Circassian, Malkhatoon,
Danced as light as a wave-caught moon;
Afifa with odorous peacock fan
Wafted a zephyr to his divan.
Zelica sang with her pomegranate lips,
Sweet as the comb when the honey drips,
And her bosom shook like a rose-tree stirred
By the trembling grief of a singing bird.
~Edwin Markham, "The Shoes of Happiness," The Shoes of Happiness and Other Poems, 1913

That the very next day I would no longer possess those swooning eyes, those devouring lips, the nightly renewed miracle of that body with its divine contours and savage embraces; and, after long spasms as powerful as sin and as deep as death.... ~Octave Mirbeau, "The Mission," The Torture Garden, 1899, translated from the French by Alvah C. Bessie, 1931

Eve's rounded arm was thrown above her head,
Her dimpled knee, just lifted from its bed,
When, by this chance, this trifle, light as air,
Their warm lips met, and trembling, lingered there.
They slept no more from dusk to rosy dawn,
'Mongst roses red or on some grassy lawn,
But wakened often, from strange dreams of bliss,
To find their mouths all melting in a kiss....
~Author Unknown, “The Fall of Man”

When I think of you,
fireflies in the marsh rise
like the soul's jewels,
lost to eternal longing,
abandoning my body.
~Izumi Shikibu

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind. ~Nora Ephron

No other thoughts, no other cares,
Just the quenching of mad desire.
Riding the tide of passion,
Pushing my love into you.
On the waves of your emotion—
In slow motion, so sweet and true.
Pulse pounding in resounding rapture,
Taken to the hilt, then just past....
~Michael Anderson, “More!”

I want to make love, be in love, sow silly and wonderful seeds of carnal desire. Growing giddy in the windy shadows of brittle leaves, I have a powerful need to dally with what is plump, voluptuous, kinky.... ~John Nichols, The Last Beautiful Days of Autumn

Her kisses were so close and kind,
That, trust me on my word,
Hard wood I am, and wrinkled rind,
But yet my sap was stirr'd...
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

They saw as I your quivering breast, and drew
Nearer to the consuming flame that burns
Deep to the marrow of my bone, and turns
My heart to love even as theirs who knew
From head to girdle each sweet curve of you,
Each little way of loving....
~George Sylvester Viereck, “The Haunted House”

"Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love!" He picked a ranunculus which gently swayed its golden head above the grass beside him, and with infinite delicacy, slowly and amorously, he turned it between his fat red fingers, from which the dried blood scaled off in places: "Isn't it adorable?" he repeated, looking at it. "It's so little, so fragile, and besides, it's all of nature; all the beauty and power of nature. It contains the world. A puny and relentless organism which goes straight to the goal of its desire! Ah, milady, flowers do not indulge in sentiment. They indulge in passion, nothing but passion. And they make love all the time, and in every fashion. They think of nothing else; and how right they are! Perverse? Because they obey the only law of life; because they are satisfied with the only need of life, which is love? But consider, milady, the flower is only a reproductive organ. Is there anything healthier, stronger, or more beautiful than that? These marvelous petals, those silks, these velvets... these soft, supple, and caressing materials are the curtains of the alcove, the draperies of the bridal chamber, the perfumed bed where they unite, where they pass their ephemeral and immortal life, swooning with love. What an admirable example for us!" ~Octave Mirbeau, "The Garden," The Torture Garden, 1899, translated from the French by Alvah C. Bessie, 1931

With weariness of all your lovers, when
I follow in the ways of other men,
I know each spot of your sweet body is
A cross, the tombstone of some perished kiss....
Withal its beauty and its faultless grace
Your body, dearest, is a haunted place....
~George Sylvester Viereck, “The Haunted House”

I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. ~Kim Addonizio, “What Do Women Want?”

[C]losely lay thy lips to mine,
And let our souls and bodies join:
Let me suck thy balmy breath,
And fainting, glory in my death.
Take me dying to thy arms,
Ah me! I die with pleasing pain,
O kindle me to life again...
~William Pattison, “The Enjoyment,” 1728

I am the love-mad of life.
      I have reached out in my pain to the love-frenzied grouse.
      I have called in my understanding to the deer in their rutting season.
      I have come with gentle words to the mating chirpings in the eaves.
      I have touched tenderly the seeking pollen.
      I have come with bated breath to the spawn at the beginnings of streams.
I am the ache of overfullness.
      My breasts are crowded with containing.
      My hands tremble with the eagerness of me.
      I am rent and torn with the pain of the unexpressed.
~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Creation Songs: III," A Soul's Faring, 1921

I shall lie in the warm embrace of my Love.
He will draw me close to him — and a little closer,
And his strong arms will soothe my quivering body:
And his tender kisses will cool the fever of my burning lips....
~Olga Mishkin, “Surrender”

So ripe, so melting, like a rose
That dewy-hearted throbs and blows
Languorous in the wind's caresses —
She lay becurtained in loose tresses....
~Maurice Hewlett, “Leto's Child”

Let of her bosom's bower be shown...
Ungirdled treasure, warm and bare....
~Maurice Hewlett, “Leto's Child”

And tear at your strange flesh with crazy fingers,
And drink with mouth gone mad your eyes' wild wine,
And cleave to you, body with breathless body,
Till bestial were exalted to divine....
~Conrad Aiken, “Discordants”

Enslave me to your wanton charms,
Crush me in your velvet arms
And make me, make me love you.
Make me fire your blood with new desire,
And make me kiss you — lip and limb,
Till senses reel and pulses swim....
~Alfred Bryan, “Enthralled,” 1921

Yet when once Desire has inflamed the Soul,
And modest Doubts withdraw;
And the God of Love does each Fear control,
That would the Lover awe....
~Mr. Theobald, “The Bashful Lover”

My heart is beating with all things that are,
My blood is wild unrest...
What love is in the moon's eternal eyes,
Leaning unto the earth from out the midnight skies!...
This mellow autumn night!
On the late flowers I linger at thy feet.
I tremble when I touch thy garment's rim,
I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom's beat—
O kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!
Thou leanest to me as a swelling peach,
Full-juiced and mellow, leaneth to the taker's reach...
~Alexander Smith, “A Life-Drama”

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest... ~Alexander Smith, “A Life-Drama”

Ye Gods! the raptures of that night!
What fierce convulsions of delight!
How in each other's arms involv'd
We lay confounded, and dissolved!
Bodies mingling, sexes blending,
Which should most be lost contending,
Darting fierce and flaming kisses,
Plunging into boundless blisses;
Our bodies, and our souls on fire.
Tost by a tempest of Desire;
Till with utmost fury driven,
Down, at once, we sunk to heaven.
~Author Unknown, “The Enjoyment”

Let my hair shower about you until you are radiant with perfume;
Let it ripple over you like the wind on summer wheat.
Then give me your lips that we may stand united beneath the downpour of its sunlight.
Let us be intermingled as two trees that have bent one single root....
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

Her hair possessed so powerful an animal odor and was so electrically stimulating, that its mere contact with my skin instantaneously made me forget fever, fatigue and pain... and I immediately felt heroic ardor and new strength flowing and surging through my veins. ~Octave Mirbeau, "The Garden," The Torture Garden, 1899, translated from the French by Alvah C. Bessie, 1931

She exposed her nethermost attire
Unto the embraces of the fire;
So the chaste Phoenix of the East
With fluttering fires her spicy nest....
[F]inding no resistance, higher
As 'tis their nature to aspire,
Approaching near the seat of bliss,
The centre of earthly happiness,
Which vastly more of pleasure yields,
Than all the feigned Elysian fields....
~Thomas Brown, “Melisinda's Misfortune”

My breasts are soft as the velvet of roses, and warm as a tear. ~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Red Threads of My Heart: XXIX," At the Roots of Grasses, 1923

What? — your throat is bruised, bruised with my kisses?
Ah, but if I am cruel what then are you?
I am bruised right through....
~D.H. Lawrence, “A Bad Beginning”

And Nature's noblest gift to man was given:
A gentle, throbbing, trembling, beauteous maid,
Fair as the man, but with a softer shade,
Endowed with beauty and a thousand charms
That sought the sheltering clasp of loving arms....
~Author Unknown, “The Fall of Man”

For the heavens are sending us love like a flame spreading through straw and desire like the swoop of the falcon! ~Author Unknown

Then did she by degrees
Wash every part in rank,
Her Arms, her breasts, her thighs,
Her Belly, and her Flank;
Her legs she opened wide,
My eyes I let down steal,
Until that I espied
Dame nature's privy Seal.
~Author Unknown, “The Maid a Bathing”

You held my lotus blossom
In your lips and played with the
~Huang O, translated

Then in a burst of blinding weather.
The lightnings flung
Long, passionate arms about the earth that clung
To her wild lover.
Suddenly above her
The whole sky tumbled in a sweeping blaze,
Gathering earth in one tight-locked embrace,
Drenching her in a flood of silver flame.
Hot thunders came;
And still the storm kept plunging, seeking ever
The furthest cranny, till the faraway
Streams felt each penetrating quiver
And the most hidden river
Rose and became released....
~Louis Untermeyer, “Summer Storm”

I let down my silken hair over my shoulders and open my thighs over my lover. ~Tzu Yeh, translated

lightning and thunder of the soul
crashing waves of love, torrential lust
lava-hot kisses, bodyquakes
storms of the heart
~Terri Guillemets, "Blank pages of an already filled journal," 2011

On your lips I should drain the fountain of life.
On your white breast I shall breath the perfume of numberless lilies.
Therein I shall die a thousand deaths and arise reborn in the awful splendor of your love....
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

I will allow only
My lord to possess my sacred
Lotus pond, and every night
You can make blossom in me
Flowers of fire.
~Huang O, translated

My hot strong hands will no veil endure
That shadows your radiant nakedness;
Lay bare each beauty, conceal no lure,
Leave naught to hinder my fond caress!...
~George Sylvester Viereck, “Love Triumphant”

I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
~William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis

Silently the soul inspire,
To kindle at thy lover's fire...
And like this downy swelling breast,
They rise, and languish to be pressed...
~William Pattison, “The Enjoyment,” 1728

His words kissed the edge of my pleasure — gloriously erotic. ~Terri Guillemets, "Sweet dirty nothings," 2019, blackout poetry created from Helena Hunting, Inked Armor, 2014, page 182

Stars encircle me when your lips lean down to mine, there is the sound of many waters falling. There is the murmur of a million nightingales, — and the flash of brilliant lightning.
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

I see myself holding you close to me,
Squeezing your body tight.
But for all I see as I daydream—
I know I'll get tenfold tonight....
~Michael Anderson, “More!”

I love you,
      asterisk — lust.
~Terri Guillemets, "the poem you know," 2009

The Lily swayed coquettishly,
And the Rose,
Whom the murky night had left
Drunk with dew,
Was fired with desire,
And the passion burned his cheeks....
~Harold Greenthal, “Seduction”

And, like a ripe moon out of flimsy clouds,
Blossoms the shining fulness of your breast.
These curves conceal, this dear perfection shrouds
A soft, miraculous nest....
~Louis Untermeyer, “Ivory and Rose”

[T]he fragrance —
Of your skin is sweeter to me than the perfumes of a million roses....
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

In the searching light of her eyes,
In the fugitive flush of her cheeks,
In the fainting pink of her palm,
In the speed-mad pulse of her wrist,
In the throb and flight of her heart...
~Katherine W. McCluskey, “Bridegroom”

Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine — tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun.
~Adrienne Rich

Passion does not study anatomy in books. ~Terri Guillemets

So sweet and delicious do I become,
when I am in bed with a man
who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,
that the pleasure I bring excels all delight,
so the knot of love, however tight
it seemed before, is tied tighter still.
~Veronica Franco

Angels, pixies, faerie dust
Treading love and living lust
~Terri Guillemets

Why should I be ashamed to describe what nature was not ashamed to create? ~Pietro Aretino

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