Friend me she said, I remember the day. So many months ago, But seems like just yesterday. Chat me she said, You seem like a nice guy. I don’t have many friends, So I gave it a try. Kiss me she said, Come closer to me. Trapped by her charms, She led me so easily….
Chapter 4: Absence Makes Our Lust Grow Hotter “This evening I need to pack for my cross-country business trip,” I continued my Sept. 23 email reply to Eric. “I’m going to leave for the airport about 6:30 tomorrow morning. We’ll be apart for just 6 days, until my return on Sunday the 28th. But after…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. You are in the hiss of the white glowing foamThat quickly crawls its wayUp the moonlit sand,Where tiny pinpricks of Neptune’s starsTwinkle their way up the beach. You are in the roar of the waterfalls,Dancing and sparkling in…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Decadent flights of dreaming spin softly,Harnessed in gem-lit heavensAs they hang from the stars by threads of moon glow. This velvet azure between earth and the galaxiesFloats my wishing on a raft of silver,Twisting on the horizon of…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Tentative smiles on meeting joy,Gentle brushes with nervous fingers;We two here are lost in this worldOf each other’s breath and dawning gladness. Shy gazing into depths of longing,Need greetingPassion greetingMultitudinous delights.Here two longing lovers share a realmOf diamond-dusted…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Where sleeps his love tonight?Is she under canopies of deepest midnight velvet,Or graced beneath the weeping willow’s sweeping arms?Does she lie in shadows of snowy mountains,Or rest beside a murmuring brook of gentle dreams? Sleeps she in an…
John stood transfixed feeling the fine grains of pure white sand squish between his toes. He looked along the pristine white beach and saw her standing on the edge of the endless white band of sand that stretched off seemingly into infinity; an oval green clearing of short grass spread out behind her until it…
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…
Dreamlover My eyes were closedmy heartbeat slowed downI rolled onto my bellyand I sank into a deep sleep. A slight movement of the mattressgot through to my sleepy brainbut not sufficientfor me to awaken. A feathery caresson my inner thighsa kiss on my knee hollowsa lick on my buttocks. A hand sought its wayfrom my…
Through wild flower meadows we runThrough golden rays we passThrough life’s adventure we wanderTo lie here in the grass For all this time I’ve loved youFor all this time aloneFor all this time without youFor chance to never have known Here I found true peaceHere my heart knows oneHere time stands stillHere the forgotten one…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. What would it be like,To feel you inside me?Not just parts of you,But truly,You. Would you laugh at my shyness?Laugh at my ugliness?Laugh at my shameAnd my off-the-scale form?Would it amuse you to seeThe fear in my eyes?Would…
N is for Naked Naked came I within Wondrous, winding ways Of imagination’s dream; My only clothing, skin. It is my mind I’m stripped Of body shame of being Encased in others’ decree That from myself be ripped. I stand barefoot in my head On exciting fields of joy Where, bare in nature’s berth, I…
She is my lovely apparition. My nameless wraith which haunts me still. I would tear the night from the very sky,should its promised darkness not bring her to me. And lo I lay here in silent prayer,that she make me suffer with her memory. Trace my flesh, make it burn and quiver. That she may…
Do you ever think of me?Do I ever cross your mind?Have I appeared in your dreams, Like you have in mine? Do you remember my voice?The feel of my soft kiss?Can you still feel the warmth of my body, And the bite on your lips? Do you ever wonder?What could have been?If things were different,…
1Even in this bright and silent sunlight giving me another day to breath and see another dawn, another noon and night, another chance to wonder what will be and question all that comes into my mind and ponder what I’m doing here today, looking at the sky as if up there I’ll find some meaning,…