At last methought that I had wander’d farIn an old wood; fresh washed in coolest dew,The maiden splendours of the morning starShook in the steadfast blue. – Tennyson. Like the delicate notes that open a violin sonata; each element of the morning combined before her eyes to form a beautiful picture. It was a marvelous…
 Sweetly, tenderly love me! Throw thy strong arms around me,  Hug me in thy warm embrace,  Let me be your hidden key.  Softly, gently please love me!  Press your lips against my own,  Like spring seeds our love be sown,  Bud and grow delicately.  Desperately do love me!  Pull me roughly to a kiss,  Let your craving hands insist,  Roam my body eagerly.  Strongly,…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I hold in my hands a pretty box.This smooth, clean, white paperWith the silver flecks,Like shining tears of joy,Glistens in the sunlightAs I offer it to you. I tied this red ribbon myself.It was the best that I…
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“DJ Stephanie…is DJ Stephanie doing a set here tonight?” “Ah Stephanie, no, no. Tomorrow, nine o’clock. You come back then.” Mick smiled and blinked hard as he looked at the man’s glistening, dark brown eyes. Eyes set into a hairy, brown Aegean face that was framed by the dazzlingly white wall beyond. The man had…
And…if you can believe this as well Max agreed to tell her exactly how he felt about her. Cynthia was a bit surprised but happy, and I was too, seeing as he was only 18 and Grace Templeton was 25. You think to yourself what 25 year old wants to be seen with an 18…
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 What art thou… that fearest not the sea? – Moschus of Syracuse, Europa.  The Indo-European thunder god, like most of his kin, goes by various names; in Sanskrit he is Rudra The Howler, in the Norse sagas he is called Thor, in Italy proper under Rome he was called Jupiter. But in the…
 Being greatly stirred,I turn to where I heardThat whisper in the night;And there a breath of lightShines like a silver star. – Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD  Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided…
Day dispossesses day;Moons hurry to be bornAnd race to their decay. – Horace, Odes.  L’Accademia di Santa Cecilia di Agrigento… 11am. “Ah yes, here it is.” Claudia smiled as she read the polished brass plaque to the right of the heavy iron door. The door was nestled in an old arched stone doorway in…
Silk adorns your crown Eyes glow with a halo Lips luscious pink and soft A smile that melts and warms Beauty undeniable Skin smooth and flawless Curves drawn by nature Perfection in an imperfect world Hips sway with rhythm Eyes follow every sensual motion Long strong lustrous legs For eternity they flow Chocolate, mocha, vanilla…
The waves of your silky hair flows down over your back and shoulders. Your mahogany locks shine in the daylight and bounce with your movement. A cute fringe completes the perfect framing of your face. First the deep, hazel eyes that penetrate deep into my soul.They have such a warmth to them and hold me…
Before I even realized it, we had fallen into a pattern of visits to the sisters’ salon. On a weekly basis, I was having my hair set, my nails done, and my make-up applied expertly by some combination of Kim and/or Kristie. Often one would do the work while the other recorded the proceedings on…
 Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue; Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores. They dance about her shoulders in the breeze And revel in her honey scented way. Each step she takes adorns the view And every gesture lends her charm to all. Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile,…
 O beautiful Laetitia, Your form by Nature made, Lovelier than the flowers That grace a summer glade, What sweet and tender torture It is to see your eyes, Though only in an image; My heart they crystallize And shatter it as surely As steel must vanquish glass. O merciless Laetitia, My torments never pass!…
The summer sun rises over the hills, With a beauty and certain grace, But it cannot compete with the beauty of you, Or the beauty of your face. The falling snow in wintertime, Makes everything look so new, But it cannot compare with the beauty, The beauty that is you. The birds in springtime sing…