Sex and Poetry

I ate a rose
to get a taste
of romance

It tasted of
suffering and delight

Tight folds
that welcome
wet fingertips
as their guide
into the world
of written words

Where there were days
when pages filled
with verses

and

I wanted you to chase me
like a poet in heat

Cause I wanted you
to taste the poetic garden
where I bloomed words

Wanted you to enter
the tightness of my
inner wetness

Seducing poetry
with a sexual beat

Wanted you to feel this
bursting need within
the cavity of my chest

Baboom baboom
Baboom

The poetry of suffering
and delight

That surpassed the beauty
of art caged within ivory frames

Cause

On tender touches feed
sensual scriptures

Mind swerving
around curves

aJumbleOfWords

Right hand scribbles
left hand’s hot

Blurry eyed she’s
teary eyed

As words
Ssstrrruggle

Causing me to
stutter stanzas
between back

B
   
    E
   
         N

    D

                               
                                I

                              N

                                 G

 
poses

Got pages and pages
of passion splashing
wetness clashing

Grooves that leaked
with my wants

Between
folded pages
as my lingo
lingers on

Passing through
the tender sway of grass

Stanzas of beautiful letters

Softly spoken
down to a whisper

Sex and Poetry
it's in ink
and it's in
bones

But poetic verse lives
impatiently within
my bones

Hypnotic words
in screams heard

(((I cannot take what I create)))

Woebegone they moan
and beg to break
and bend and
e s c a p e

I'm aching
seething
for so much
MORE

My morphogenetic
proteins gone haywire

The matrix is evolving
mutating transfiguring

My bones are made
of Shakespearean sonnets

They taste of John Keats
melancholy nature

They speak rough like Hemingway

And are heard like Blake
before their time

And bent like Vatsayana
 and the Kama Sutra

And felt love like E.E. Cummings
I carry you in my heart

And Held in a lunar synthesis like T.S. Elliot's
Rhapsody on a Windy Night

Romanticism swims in the marrow

Metaphors cling like calcium
iron sex and poetry

Similes lurk like
assassins behind
blue eyes

Veins ooze indigo hues
of sensual prose

My lyrical whispers
will leave galaxies along
the length of s~p~i~n~e~s

So fellas take your boner,
your woody, your member,
your prick, your dick
and your c**k

Hey ladies take your snatch
your coochie your cookie
your beaver your c**t
and your p***y

c a u s e

Sex is but an illusion to the mortal canvas
that paints passion and piercing sonnets
within ejaculatory epilogue

By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bone for an explanation for morphogenetic proteins and bone matrix

not sure about this but I guess you all will let me know lol and thank you

I would love to add more references to great poets but there are so many ... should I add a few more

Reviews

[The 13th Eros]

Passionate and powerful reflections that stun the senses. Your confessions of poetic lyrics release sweet tensions even on the painted canvas. If sex is but an illusion and passion merely a myth, than I will feed on them until I grow weak and faint, for they are illusions worth dying for.

[Jibey]

Great piece of writing - characteristic blend of poetic imagery and sexual themes... You bring intellectual and spiritual guts to sexual dreams by your clever mingling... a mingling of body fluids... a pumping of imaginative seed into the words... an arousing climax that splatters onto the body of the text...

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Just found the perfect pic for this ... so Im adding it lol

[kingblaq]

! word. Beauty

[Celestial Witch Child]

Wow. Never have I experienced the two topics combined in such a way before.

[Jordan A. Wilson]

I never once thought about not scrolling down to read this in its entirety. This write really captures the imagination and refuses to let go.

[Who Cares]

Nice read, Very sensual and I love the way you play with your words. Rather lengthy but however it is well worth reading all the way through. You hook the reader.Nice job :D

[w]

A little crude for me, but a solid read. Good job.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are amazing. The amazing poem took me on a good field trips into good thoughts and words. I like the honest and direct words in the poem. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A perfect imagery that lasts in the mind.