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You can turn to classic love-poetry (libraries etc.) or - once you get a grasp of patterns, you can start writing your own poems with the themes and messages that you wish to include. There is always the moral dilemma of whether to present someone else's poetry as your own. Presenting it as your own will make her feel much more intense about the messages and pictures painted in the poem, but if such insincerity bothers you, it might make you feel that much worse. Then again, being able to make her feel even better should make you feel just as much better about it, so I leave it to thee to decide, how to go about this problem. If you do present them as your own though, don't forget to add, that you're not really much of a poet and you write extremely seldom and only when you really deeply feel like it. Otherwise she might ask you to write something for HER (she might do it anyway, but this way you at least have an explanation for stalling:). And here are a few poems to get you started: Poem 1 Some say the world will end in fire Some say 'twill end in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire, That fire within your eyes. Poem 2 I wish a was your tear-drop, Conceived in your heart, Born in your eyes, Lived on your cheeks, And died on your lips. Poem 3 by Jacques Prévert (no, that name is not a joke, that is actually a famous French poet:) Une orange sur la table Ta robe sur le tapis Et toi dans mon lit Doux présent du présent Fraîcheur de la nuit Chaleur de ma vie. Poem 3 translation (so that you can tell her when she sighs: "oh… that was so beautiful… what was it about?":) An orange on the table A dress on the carpet And you on my bed A delicate present of the present The coolness of night The warmth of my life. Poem 4 by Jacques Prévert Trois allumettes une à une allumees dans la nuit La première pour voir ton visage tout entier La seconde pour voir tes yeux La dernière pour voir ta bouche Et l'obscurité toute entiere pour me rappeler tout cela En te serrant dans mes bras. Poem 4 translation One by one, three matches are lit in the night The first to see your face The second to see your eyes The last to see your lips So when its dark all around, I can remember it all While holding you in my arms. Poem 5 Fascination by Ross Jeffries Have you ever been fascinated by someone whose words just seemed to PENETRATE you? You FIND YOURSELF LOOKING and you can't look away and the more that you try the more that GAZE STAYS RIVETED HERE where you want it to be cause you know that there's something you just have to see As you LISTEN SO CLOSE and you START TO WONDER what would it feel like to be FALLING UNDER A spell, mm...so magic being spun by the sound of a voice whose rich warmth was spreading on down. Have you ever experienced INSTANTANEOUS CONNECTION? To the point where your thoughts moved in mmm.... Just one direction? People sometimes ask, "Please...just a kiss!" Funny how you find yourself WISHING THE SAME WISH Your mine is amazing when you really LET IT GO As you FIND YOURSELF PICTURING mmm...you know? As the warmth of that voice takes on a glow spreading and pulsating where you want it to go I will tell you all you desire... ME...I know. You step out of what was Invited, slipped inside Feels like warm rain Between your sighs And it's not important that you find every inhibition is left far behind. As you recall how it feels To be SO IN LOVE And you SEE THAT IMAGE of us (point to it) Up above You see at last who you've finally found what you've looked for and longed for has finally COME round. Poem 6 Intuition by Unknown When you begin to listen And hang on every word, You get an intuition. Your mind is now your lord. You hear this voice, inside you, The voice you've heard before. This voice has been there for you. This voice has opened doors. As just a little girl, You found a special friend, This voice told you "Just do it! Your joy will never end!" Remember all those times This voice was in your mind. It will be there forever, Until the end of time. In only a few seconds, If you should hear this voice, You can really trust it, Let it make your choice. This voice now whispers to you The thoughts that come between Your thoughts, inside your heart, The wishes deep within. The wishes you're denying, The ones you're longing for. This voice tells you, "Just do it. Step through that open door. Leave all your cares behind you, Your future now unfolds. You're free from inhibition. Free from society's holds. Take in what is before you, Embrace it in your soul. Allow it deep inside you, And let it fill that hole." This voice knows what you're thinking. This voice is very wise. Just trust your intuition, And follow its advice. Poem 7 Rose in Your Heart by Dan Steward What is it like to close your eyes As deep inside you fantasize, These feelings which your body knows That stem from just this single rose. You feel a smile bloom on your lips, Feel velvet brush your fingertips, Feel pleasure building, blood afire, As eyes gaze deep on heart's desire. You sense a fragrance in the air, and see this one who'll take you there. a laugh of joy, a sigh of bliss, My lips meet yours in perfect kiss. And feeling now this dream so right That keeps on growing, night on night The key you've yearned for from the start To free this rose held in your heart. Forever. Poem 8 The Warrior's Bottle by Bishop There exists a tradition, centuries gone by Of a warrior's bottle, and a lover's night cry The tradition is said, to determine the fate Of the mighty warrior, and his beautiful mate A small bottle is given, from he to his lover Made of delicate glass, and a cork for a cover Then off he would go, into a long bloodied war His mate left to worry, and long for him more She kept the bottle close, and warm by her heart Then like the falling rain, her tears would now start Flowing from her cheeks, she wiped none away Into the bottle, is where they must lay Day into night, then night into day Every new tear, being stored away If the warrior survived, and returned from his quest He would remove the bottle, that lay near her chest If tears filled the bottle, near overflow Nothing was said, for now he did know It was without question, she loved only he And had been faithful, despite being free They would make love, until first light Their spirits would soar, their fires ignite. And if you look up, on such a magical night You would see a star born, and burning so bright. Poem 9 The Lover's Dance by Bishop Come with me, my lovely, as we start The Lover's Dance. Take hold of my hand, and rise up with me. Our wings spread wide, and our passions laid bare. Higher we soar, with each heated breath. And upon the clouds we sit, looking over our kingdom below. Me upon you, for we have begun The Lover's Dance. Words never spoken, yet images abound Time does not hold us here, so we dance without a care And all that you have dreamed, shines brightly into reality Then once we are done, we embrace with just one thought That we have entered the garden, and planted a tree Poem 10 The Lover's Dance 2: To The Garden Once More by Bishop [Warning by Bishop: Only use/send it AFTER you have sent her the first "Lover's Dance" poem, and she's expressed a positive reaction to it, or else you'll freak her out! My personal signal that I have the green light, is if she makes ANY kind of sexual reference in her response to the first poem. Then I send them "A Warm Fuzzy" and then "Lover's Dance 2") As I lay down inside the warm water of a soothing bath, feeling those muscles relaxing...surrendering...I sense you watching me. Watching me like a cat...purring seductively...preparing to pounce. My muscles twitch in nervous excitement...and I become aroused. You leap from your hiding place, an animalistic gleam in your eyes. Landing with a splash, you wrap your arms around me. The wetness...the nakedness...of our bodies...is like slippery silk. I thrust my tongue between your parted lips, and we share a passionate kiss. As I share a deep thought in each others eyes, you put your hands into the water...and explore. You guide the object of your desire to where you want it..and..let out a pleased moan. Our bodies blend into one, as we seem to float...to travel...back. Back to the garden we have gone...another tree to plant. I gently bite your neck, as you apply the pressure from your nails in my back. The Dance of Lover's, we have learned it well together. There are no words to be said, instinct and primal desire make the decisions. You kiss my chest, and I rub your wet hair across my face. Our motions intensify, and you grab my shoulders. You tease my mouth with fleeting contact from your chest...then again...and again. This passion we have created...in this moment...is beyond words... beyond anything... your mind will concoct deep inside you. I pull you down...then under me...in one fluid motion. The Lover's Dance continues. By the time we both...release...and return once again to our shared bath, there is little water left inside the tub. We take our time exiting, never disconnecting. I carry you...dripping wet...out of the room...and onto the bed. You turn me over, laying me on my back...keeping our connection... and taking the upper spot...the balcony seat. I cannot budge, you have me pinned. You create the rhythm...a hard...long...series of motions. I thrust my head back in pleasure...and the room spins. You shudder with an explosion...deep within you...taking in the passion. Then you disconnect...and let me taste. With not a single word spoken, we become even more animalistic, flying off of the bed and onto the floor. The passion continues to intensify...as we work...ourselves...up..along...the wall. You continue up...while I linger down. You grab my head and grip my hair between your fingers. I feel the rush of your next release...and accept it all. Returning to meet you, I turn you around...to face the wall. I reach around and cup you...as we begin our Lover's Dance anew. Our legs tighten in fatigue...but we refuse to relent. The Dance lasts for several more moments...then...you reach around... take ahold of me...and accept my release. We share in our gifts to each other, as we once again fall onto the bed. Laying together, we take pleasure...in the warmth...of our heated bodies. And as we listen closely...for a moment...the twin beats of our hearts...unite as one. Soon, the relaxing wind will put us in slumber...and we will sleep. Within that sleep...our Lover's Dance continues. We will never know for sure...when we were dreaming...and when we were not. The night will give way to day...and our next Dance will begin. Poem 11 Lover's Eyes by William I stare now deep into my lover's eyes Our foreheads meet, her breath is mixed with mine. We share that bond, a touch felt deep within. We feel desire, to touch with love again. She pulls me slowly down and to her mouth To taste her tongue. Her wetness does not douse The heat she feels is growing hard to stop Consumes us both, our passion burns our thoughts. I lay her gently on her bed, and then I slowly take off all her clothes, again To taste the flavor of her skin, my lips Caress each inch from throat to breast to hip. I slowly bring her gasping to that peak My tongue it probes her lips with pleasure seeks To make her feel so good she cannot bear For me to stop, I kiss her 'till she's there. Our breath now comes in hot quick pants, we move As one, our souls complete. Our passion proves Our love beyond all spoken words, we've touched that depth, and lay secure in naked touch. Poem 12 Imagine [insert her name here] by D.L. Whited Imagine [insert her name here], if you can The silky softness of my hand Trembling lips against your cheek Tender kiss to make you weak Pushing close not asking why Bodies melting with a sigh Burning ache turns into flame As I gently speak your name Begging you to feed the fire With every inch of your desire Breathing deep the smell of lust Crying out with every thrust Then as the waves take us away Together after we shall lay You more woman, I more man Imagine [insert her name here], if you can See also: Reading the Poem pattern David Shade's real-life seduction |
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