Sexy Shakespeare: These poems about sex will leave you wanting more
Poetry usually conjures images of soft nature or delicate romances. Yet, even William Shakespeare himself wrote poems featuring intense sensuality.
However, Billy Shakes wasn’t the only author who penned sex poems. In the words of Dead Poets’ Society, “Language was invented for one reason, boys – to woo women – and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.” Throughout centuries, people have been dishing out hot rhymes to express how they feel to their special someone.
If you’re looking to impress someone special, sending a poem about sex is the most seductive shot you can possibly shoot, and these short sex poems are enough to send the message! Keep reading to find some of the most well-written poems about sex.
“The Floating Poem, Unnumbered,” Adrienne Rich
“Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine — tender, delicate your lovemaking . . . your touch on me, firm, protective, searching me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had been waiting years for you in my rose-wet cave — whatever happens, this is.”
“The Encounter,” Louise Glück
“Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end — I drew the gown over my head; a red flush covered my face and shoulders. It will run its course, the course of fire, setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes.”
“Venus and Adonis,” William Shakespeare
“Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone, Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, Till either gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone; Even so she kissed his brow, his cheek, his chin, And where she ends she doth anew begin.
Forced to content, but never to obey, Panting he lies and breatheth in her face; She feedeth on the steam as on a prey, And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace; Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers, So they were dew’d with such distilling showers.”
Fragment 31V, Sappho:
“Silence breaks my tongue and subtle fire streams beneath my skin, I can’t see with my eyes, or hear through buzzing ears.
Sweat runs down, a shiver shakes Me deep — I feel as pale as grass: As close to death as that, and green, Is how I seem.”
“The True Bride,” Amy Gerstler
“Once in civics class, he touched my blouse like it was a page he wanted to turn. For a second, I went transparent, lightheaded: a whiff of helium or ether, a sheet of tracing paper or a tea leaf; slight as the exhalation it takes to say my name.”
“The Platonic Blow,” W. H. Auden
“And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart. I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh. His reply was to move closer. I trembled. My heart Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.”
“Come Slowly – Eden!” Emily Dickinson
“Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums – Counts his nectars – Enters – and is lost in Balms.”
“The Balcony,” Charles Baudelaire
“The film of night flowed round and over us, And my eyes in the dark did your eyes meet; I drank your breath, ah! sweet and poisonous, And in my hands fraternal slept your feet– Night, like a film, flowed round and over us.”
“What I See,” Muriel Rukeyser
“You, lying there, on yours, locked, pouring love, While I tormented here see in my reins you, perfectly at climax. And the lion strikes. I want you with whatever obsessions come— I wanted your obsession to be mine.”
“December 11th” from Eighteen Days Without You, Anne Sexton
“Then I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean, of the houses that you swing into, of the steel wool hair on your head, of your persistent hands and then how we gnaw at the barrier because we are two.”
“Love Sonnet XI,” Pablo Neruda
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
Yeah, it’s definitely getting warm in here! If you text any of these sex poems, we promise that your partner will start running your way!
Let us know in the comments your favorite spicy poems about sex!