10 Sexual Poetry You'd Want To Read

10 sexual poetry that you would want to get you in your sexual mood. Sexual poetry carefully selected and written by prestigious erotic poets

Sexual Poetry At A Glance

Sexual Poems —Poetry is originally known for its subjectiveness and universality, having the ability to address any topic without losing its enthralling, captivating trait. 

Sex, being one of the most societal topics with numerous variant views has also being a major interest to poet, even antiques poet. The art of seduction requires not only the ability to get your mate down in the mood but also giving them a clear air filled with romantic vibes, gestures and unhindered flow of intimacy worthy of being remembered. You can't but agree that there's lot of untapped magic inherent in well-planned out foreplays before sex.

You still think this is a bad idea? Well, consider sexual poetry to be sexy, a sweet—refined, no cheesy phrases that have the rare ability to stimulate not only the body of your mate but also their minds. 

You still think this is a bad, ugly idea? Wait until you read  “Love Sonnet XI” by Pablo Neruda and  “The Encounter” by Louise Glück.

Let's unveil the room of sexual poetry for you to feed your eyes and mind on. 

What Is Sex Poetry

A sex poetry or poem is a poem that uses feelings associated with sex, relationships, lust, and passion. In others words, they are erotic poems that comprises romance and lust.

10 Sexual Poetry

1.  “The Encounter” by Louise Glück

You came to the side of the bed

and sat staring at me.

Then you kissed me — I felt

hot wax on my forehead.

I wanted it to leave a mark:

that’s how I knew I loved you.

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.

You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face

as though you had felt it also-

you must have known, then, how I wanted you.

We will always know that, you and I.

The proof will be my body.

2. "Inside" by A. A.

I wrote poems inside of her with my fingers. 

Our story began with her scream. 

And ended with her soul on my lips.

3. "Wild Nights" by Emily Dickinson

Wild nights - Wild nights! Were I with thee

Wild nights should be

Our luxury! 

Futile

 the winds -

 to a Heart in port 

-Done with the Compass 

-Done with the Chart! 

Rowing in Eden 

- Ah - the Sea!

 Might I but moor - tonight - In thee!

4. "Untitled" by Mason Fowler

 She was heaven and she was hell. 

And when she was finished, 

he would lay in bed, breathless, 

waiting to get the feeling back in his legs.

5. “xvii” by E.E. Cummings

Lady, i will touch you with my mind.

Touch you and touch and touch

until you give

me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene

(lady i will

touch you with my mind.)Touch

you,that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become

with infinite care

the poem which i do not write.

6.“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.

7. “Sex Has a Way” by Wendy Lee

Sex has a way of softening limbs,

oiling joints and melding hearts.

We burrow in closer

wrapping arms and legs over and under each other.

Earthy blanket of sleep covers us

two bodies releasing one breath.

Finding home,

coiled and tucked in each other’s sweat.

8. "The Platonic Blow" by Wystan Hugh Auden

 We aligned mouths. 

We entwined.

 All act was clutch, 

All fact contact,

All the attack and the interlock Of tongues, 

the charms of arms.

 I shook at the touch Of his fresh flesh,

 I rocked at the shock of his cock.

 Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and closed on it tight as I could.

 The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine. 

Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood. 

9. “Prayer in Hell’s Kitchen” by Alex Dimitrov

 Wilde ones,

 let us forgive the bitter pill delivered with each finger shoved down. 

Forgive tasting Judas. 

Forgive nothing.

 Here is the bed, 

dark like a true beginning.

 We all enter the body alone and only once. 

We do not get to stay.

10. “Basket Of Figs” by Ellen Bass

Bring me your pain, love. Spread

it out like fine rugs, silk sashes,

warm eggs, cinnamon

and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me

the detail, the intricate embroidery

on the collar, tiny shell buttons,

the hemstitched the way you were taught,

pricking just a thread, almost invisible.

Unclasp it like jewels, the gold

still hot from your body. Empty

your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it,

cradling it on my tongue like the slick

seed of pomegranate. I would lift it

tenderly, as a great animal might

carry a small one in the private

cave of the mouth.

BONUS:  11.  “To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humber would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews.

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint honour turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust;

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

How To Write Sexual Poems

The art of writing sexual poems depends on the style, however, there are some helpful tips that can guide you to write great, romantic sex poems.

1. vivid and sensory language: 

The usage of words that evokes emotional senses, touch, sound and smell is a good way to start. 

2. Intimate and personal subject matter:

Arguably, most erotic and sensual poetry are often deeply personal and intimate.