Archive for the ‘Micro Poetry’ Category

It’s time to share some Valentine’s micro poems with you today.  I wish you a happy Valentine’s day, and lots of love and friendship not just on that day, but on every day throughout the year!

Valentine’s Day Haiku

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Valentine, you’re mine!
It’s a heart sent a flutter
lusting for chocolate

 

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Lounging on air
the pull of love’s gravity
sings the highest note

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Sitting in the pub
a bunch of wildflowers
swallowed in amber

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Heartbeat quickens
the fragrance of rose pedals
footsteps down the hall

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Solitude roused
a rustle of interest
truly imagined

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Flowers, chocolates
sensory stimulation
on pebbled beach

 

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The wisp of lipstick
wrapped round him tree to root
stuck forevermore

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Gardenia’s vase
heady aroma drifting
through droplets of rain

Lots of love!
Madison

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A collection of my erotic micro poetry has grown again, and I’d like to share it with you, and hear your thoughts about it (see also Micro Poetry part I here).  What do you think?  Want to share your micro poetry with me?  Please do so in the comments below – I might include in my next month’s Micro Poetry post.

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The meeting of passion – as eyes collide.

Only through his heat does she understand.

Lips linger in lacy lingerie.

Over curve of hips his fingers stroll.

Roll over and over in juicy intercourse.

Love – with unabashed compassion.

His desire whispered to her tenderness – she responded.

Heartened – for love followed lust.

Her impulse – kiss the stranger – with fervor.

Vermillion lips – most covetous.

Her sizzling potions seduced even the most genteel.

Taste fully the amorous fruits – skin, nectar, meat, heart.

Working fingers – rough tips upon velvet breasts.

His tongue traced the framework of her sex.

Without her, his heart beat hollow; without him, her’s fell silent.

One stroke – one cheek – one moment.

On the mountain top – their joining rang out.

Edible bodies gracing silk sheets.

Her sultry glance – the door ajar – invited.

Peonies pressed against her ache – summer seduction.

Her unsullied bud bloomed as he entered.

A feather stroke – enough to waken his sex.

Madison Lake is an author of steamy online romance novellas with an edge.  My novels: Salon AnticsMore Than Just Friends, and a series of historical romance novels A Cloud of Hawthorne: A Real Old Fashion Romance, with Titillating Tid-BitsWhere Daffodils Grow Wild: – a sequel to A Cloud of Hawthorne, and currently writing book three in the series and finishing a book of sexy short stories.

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Micro poetry is one of my hidden passions.  I love reading it, and I love writing it.  The verses come to me in some of the most random occasions, while at the caffe staring at the shape raindrops create in the small water lagoons on the street, and I scribble them down on a napkin;  I think of them while driving or being stuck at the red light for too long.  Sometimes while taking care of my roses in the garden, but I do admit, that sometimes they come to my mind while in bed, wrapped in soft silky sheets.

So here is some of my erotic micro poetry for you.  I hope it titillates your day!

Nightfall wrapped in seduction

How could she… realize… a last kiss?  (Click to tweet)

Slain by his look – she simmers   (Click to tweet)

Urged to resist lips parted   (Click to tweet)

Moist underneath shaded Elm  (Click to tweet)

Breath lingered… slid down her neck to arrive   (Click to tweet)

How hot is her arousal?   (Click to tweet)

Their bodies a perfect puzzle   (Click to tweet)

By candlelight tongues twist eroticism   (Click to tweet)

Limbs lounge after evening pleasure   (Click to tweet)

Sacred secretions soften silken skin   (Click to tweet)

She lay open, a palm frond in humid Caribbean heat   (Click to tweet)

Luscious the lips, eager the mouth   (Click to tweet)

Tasty, sublime finery – woman   (Click to tweet)

Were she to lie next to him, he would succumb   (Click to tweet)

Lavish lips…open to explore   (Click to tweet)

Sumptuousness awakens into ripeness   (Click to tweet)

Where she lay – stripped – open – was beauty   (Click to tweet)

Nightfall wrapped in seduction   (Click to tweet)

Busy subway… brush past… the scent of rose   (Click to tweet)

Warm peach juice – drips – eyes closed   (Click to tweet)

Unfurl – unlabored lust   (Click to tweet)

She led – with her eyes – where she wanted him – to go   (Click to tweet)

Nectar from lush lips – anointed   (Click to tweet)

Tongues tasty caper   (Click to tweet)

She languished – limbs loose, lazy – He, a voyeur   (Click to tweet)

He the hedonist, she the juicy fruit   (Click to tweet)

First touch – gentle – arrival in moist oyster bed   (Click to tweet)

Succulent – no other way – to describe – his first bite   (Click to tweet)

Legs apart – sea foam – rolls up the hard sand   (Click to tweet)

August heat greets summer sex   (Click to tweet)

Ah, to sprawl stripped in summer’s breath   (Click to tweet)

 

Do you write micro poetry as well? Share yours in the comments below!

 

Madison Lake is an author of steamy online romance novellas with an edge.  My novels: Salon AnticsMore Than Just Friends, and a series of historical romance novels A Cloud of Hawthorne: A Real Old Fashion Romance, with Titillating Tid-BitsWhere Daffodils Grow Wild: – a sequel to A Cloud of Hawthorne, and currently writing book three in the series and finishing a book of sexy short stories.

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