#Intimacy

Sensual and Intimate English Poems (18+)

Sensual and intimate English poems for adult readers: rosewater in Shiraz, monsoon rains, Jaipur rooftops and slow dances, from the 18+ Library.

Undressing the Light

by Ludovica Cernigoi

In Trieste the bora blows the curtains in, and a woman takes off the day one thing at a time while someone she loves watches from the bed.

Carnival, Ash Wednesday

by Iara Bittencourt Lins

The morning after carnival in Recife: sequins in the sheets, a feathered mask on the floor, and the delicious problem of remembering how it all got there.

Saltwater

by Thalia Kouremenou

A Naxos evening after a day in the sea: salt drying on skin, a red towel, and a lover who wants to taste the whole Aegean off one shoulder.

Siesta

by Lucía Benavent Roig

Three to five in Valencia: the shutters down, the city asleep, and two people who were never going to sleep. Heat as a co-conspirator.

Mango Season

by Ifeoma Nwachukwu-Adeyemi

Enugu in March, a split mango, juice to the wrist and no napkin in the house. A hot, greedy poem about wanting someone and not pretending otherwise.

Instructions for a Slow Dance

by Valentina Orrego Saldías

Seven instructions for two people, one scratched record and a lamp with a red scarf over it, somewhere above the port of Valparaíso.

Cardamom, After Rain

by Tavish Varkey

A monsoon evening on a Kerala veranda: two steel tumblers, tea made too sweet on purpose, and a foot that finds another under the table.

Linen

by Mireille Daucourt

Seven thin stripes of morning across a sleeping back, a shirt on a chair, and a textile restorer who knows how a thread forgives a needle.

Consumed

by Simran Sharma

I will only find true liberationwhen you finally touch me completely.When you press yourself against my chest,sudden and strong,only then will my…

Until I Finally Hold You

by John Snow

I've known you only a little while,Yet somehow, you feel like something true.My heart whispers your name,As though it had been waiting…

The Bouquet

by Ramzan

The rare momentsOf love,The fastened breathBecause of lip-lock.The thunder inside the heartMade it difficult to concentrate. This was not a passive halt—I…

After All, We Kissed

by Marcia Castro

He was a boy from Wabbieveryone there felt so richI was with my friendsalmost of them gay I just got tired of…