#naturism poems on Hello Poetry

Gaia's Soothing Haven Jul 30

When Her Moonflower Cascades At Midnight

Her thighs, a moonflower opens—inhales the breath of night,
The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.
I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—
Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.
Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.
Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.
Her *******, moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.

Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.
Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.
Her *******, moons, kissed by shadows—my lips lust for their tidal pull tonight.
My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.

Her body, a blank page, turns—lioness eyes, lips parting petals, her bloom’s heat, my gift.
On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.
My thighs, dew falls—her sighs, a warm ocean mist, our bodies, drift.
Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.

On windswept shores, we become as one, night birds harmonize ecstasy’s cries.
Bodies crash, endless waves—thighs veiled in moonlit bliss, our nectar sipped, two fireflies.
I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—
Reflections, mirror dark—hips pressed, lips locked, forever dream’s starlit twilight.

a pantoum of a moment, an unspent desire, locked forever into my dreams

#****** #love #desire #naturism #pantoum

Gaia's Soothing Haven Jul 27

Our Infinite Between

Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths,
Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.
A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed,
Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.

Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.
Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.
Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.
Million eyes, ****** stars discover honey drops—our dew.

Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.
We wade, as dawn drips milk between thighs—our cool secret stream.
Million eyes, ****** stars discover honey drops—our dew.
Warm rain, our embrace, drips—carved in stone, floats, a dream.

We wade, as dawn drips milk between thighs—our cool secret stream.
******* glow with sweat, leaves cling as acorns—past loves a dying star.
Warm rain, our embrace, drips—carved in stone, floats, a dream.
Each moan, a vision, an old love’s scent, each kiss—our final shore.

******* glow with sweat, leaves cling as acorns—past loves a dying star.
Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths.
Each moan, a vision, an old love’s scent, each kiss—our final shore.
A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed.

#****** #love #desire #naturism #pantoum

Gaia's Soothing Haven Jul 16

She Turns Her Body Into A Question

Our moon slips red—eclipse’s ****** shadow cups her breast.
She lies still, a fawn, beneath my tear-brimmed eyes.
Her breath—dream’s morning dew?—a whispered request?
Light turns slowly, touch between her parted thighs.
She moans a whispered song—arching, “come to me.”

#****** #love #desire #naturism #quadrille

Gaia's Soothing Haven Jul 13

Where The Birches Meet

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,
A damp note, I taste the waking skin.
She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.
I circle close, inhale where love has been.

A damp note, I taste the waking skin,
Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves.
I circle close, inhale where love has been,
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves.

Her pulse, a Spring fawn trembling beneath dry leaves,
A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin.
Cool wet air licks the heat her silent body weaves,
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within.

A long, slow, sigh traces curves—shadow drips to skin,
I breathe in her gasp—wildflowers, warm and wet.
A ****** breeze gazes upon her folds, eyes deep within,
Lips part slowly, a drip lingers and falls—lips met.

She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,
I am a tender hush, a windy night, her secret dream.
She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,
Forever as one, a silent, deep, pleasured scream.

#****** #love #desire #naturism #pantoum

Gaia's Soothing Haven Jul 9

Her Blossom Falls

A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.
She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I press my thigh—her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.
I spread for her—hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.
The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.
Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
Her fingers—stamens—circle—I ache—I view.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.

Blossom falls—her lace, a pool, straps drift as leaves.
I touch—visions of her caress—her sighs fall as stars.
She wilts in glass—her nectar, wind-blown, grieves.
Alone, I bloom—my arch of ecstasy, lonely as love’s scars.

#****** #love #desire #naturism #pantoum

Gaia's Soothing Haven Jul 6

****** Of Dawn

Hot summer forest, sweat and dawn’s faint light,
My feet in time with sighs of willow trees,
Bare cheeks and skin, dew-glossed and shining bright,
My ******* sway freely, ******* hard in breeze,
Moss meets my wetness—harmonies, soft lies
Nightbirds perform their final song with ease,
While fireflies blink out their last goodbyes,
Alone, I’m cradled close by nature’s sweet surprise,
An ****** of dawn—my body soaring as I rise.

In dappled gold, a turtle halts my stride,
Her ancient fortress shell, a gaze unblinking,
Paused, I’m exposed—no secret folds to hide—
Her slow, wise eyes undress me, softly blinking.
“Old mother,” I sigh, “what are you thinking?”
Does my left breast seek the gentle morning sky?
Do wild curls shame me, or my fantasizing?
Do you see *******, not a perfect doll’s eye?
The forest hushes, breathless, waiting for her reply.

I study flesh—each mile sculps *** and breast,
Do I run for her, or am I just insane?
The rush of blood, feeding animal unrest,
Her body in our bed—my lust, a hurricane.
She’s dawn’s first glow; I’m shadow, bound by chain.
Does this sweat feed her gaze, or pool between thighs?
I pass fat faces, screens glued, cold with disdain—
I’d rather die in wildness, in open skies,
My body, food for forest, feasted by butterflies.

#****** #love #desire #naturism #spenserianstanza #bodypositive

Gaia's Soothing Haven May 30

The Rhythms Of The Rain Find Our Folds

Waiting, scent of ozone air thickens with promises and sighs,
Watching the skyward giggling for the first drops to fall.
Wild hearts drumming, we’re ready to rise,
Wandering barefoot, bare skin fearless of it all.

Anticipation shivers beneath our fingertips,
Arms slowly reach, darkness finding our curves.
Aching, we’re eager to taste rain on lips,
Alive in the night, bodies as one, careless what observes.

Now, the rain’s rhythm is our only sound,
Naked, our hands chart each secret trace.
Need is the language our bodies have found,
Nurturing touch, we fill every empty space.

Over us, winter’s chill lingers outside,
Our bodies, skin-on-skin cocooned in down blankets so deep.
Ours is the pulse no frost can divide—
Open your eyes, love, our memories will keep.

#love #****** #naturism #trolaan

Gaia's Soothing Haven May 28

Communion at Water's Edge

Pre-dawn’s grey burden lapped at breast and knee,
As stroke on stroke I parted glassy deep,
To wash the burden-webs of sorrow free,
Where silent swells—that ******—my bare body keeps.

Then limbs grew light, as floating upon sleep,
I let the cool flood enter where heat hides,
Your fingers—wave on wave—caressed, discreet,
I flipped; twin peaks welcomed dawn’s crisp air, gasped, unbound.

On shore, new sun caressed my dripping skin,
When sudden grace—a butterfly, sapphire-dipped surprise—
Alighted, trembling, sipping lake’s sweetness in,
Where lake meets pulse—a moment’s nectar prize.

Then wings, whisper-thin, traced my temple’s hymn—
Hope warmed in gold; all old sorrows forever dim

this happened to me on a morning swim and I felt like sharing the experience, I hope that you enjoy it

#love #****** #naturism #spenseriansonnet #sonnet

Gaia's Soothing Haven Jan 19

A Wind's Intimate Invitation

A soft, silk breeze on damp skin — tempts me to dare,
Tender touches — ignite passions I want to dare,
Breath of wind traces my folds — where wild moments dare,
Trembling flesh hides secrets — where only lovers dare.

Gusts caress hidden curves — skin yearns to feel,
Fabric's edge, a rigid wall — crumbling to feel,
Nature's fingers find my depths — wildly to feel,
Bare skin tingles, awakens — opening to feel.

#****** #naturism #octave

Gaia's Soothing Haven Dec 2024

Longing For A Love Breeze

Pre-dawn's breath stirs, a sweet, gentle sigh,
A crescent moon hangs low and near.
Grass welcomes me, cool, soft, and deep,
The world feels hushed, in a peaceful sigh,
Dew-kissed and fragrant, a chill I bear,
A secret song the shadows keep.

Night wind, I pray — bring love to me,
A warmth to chase away the chill.
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees,
With whispers soft, caress, set free.
Let time stand still, and my heart be still,
Lost in your bliss, just you and me.

A sky of stars, a million eyes,
Each spark a story yet untold.
I bare my soul, my longing plea,
The summer leaves in rhythm rise,
Their rustling song, a sight to behold,
A symphony just for me.

Morning dew, like diamonds gleam,
Each drop a promise, pure and free.
The breeze, a touch upon my face,
It swirls and dances, a lover's dream,
Your gentle touch, a sweet memory,
A memory I can't replace.

Oh, wind, you've seen my life unfold,
You've touched me with your gentle care.
Yet still, I yearn for you to be,
A lone star shines, a story told,
A wish I whisper in the air,
For night to bring you back to me.

The eastern glow, a dream's goodbye,
A tear escapes; the day's begun.
But hope remains, a flickering spark.
Tomorrow's dawn, beneath the sky,
My arms still open, waiting, won
By night wind's promise in the dark.

Night wind, I pray, a lover send to me,
Our souls entwined, let time stand still.
Boundless in love, so wild and free,
Through starry skies and galaxies,
Let longing fade; our hearts be filled,
Lost in this bliss, just you and me.

#love #sensual #****** #naturism