This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Whispers of servitude,Shadows of grace,Passionate longingEnshrined in your face. Scars of deep fervencyEtched by your eyes;Deep pools of breathlessnessEcho in sighs. Power of thunderEngulfing my heart;Waves of the oceansForce my legs to part. Realms of lost sinnersArise from…
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…
When I think about you,I can feel my beating heart sway. These intense desires,birth jovial thoughts everyday. When you’re in my arms,everything around us feels so right. Deeply lost within your eyes,wishing this moment could be every night. The Moon and Stars wane,in the beauty and grace of your smile. Clinched around my arm,you have…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen, and the thief’s Happy Bits will always smell of stinky cheese (not in a good way). You’ve taught me things I never dreamed,Created deepening urges,Lambasted deep within my heart,And called forth frightening urges. I’ve learned to suck a…
Baby stars hang in garlands above our heads,Smudges of rainbow amongst the fir boughsThat twinkle in dozy merriment.Like the passersby in the icy streets,They are oblivious to all but their own mirth. But we, we two,Beneath this scented tree,Cloying pine spliced withSpiky-cloved orange,Cinnamon sticks dancing with candy canes,Swathes of burnt sugar vapoursFrom toasted marshmallows,And the…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Hand in hand,We traverse this unknown road,Blindly mapping the terrain by distant starlight.The darkness shrouds our faces from each other,But the warmth of our fingersKisses our souls with gentle comfort. Blue-black shadows stretch beyond us,Hiding the path from…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this elsewhere, it has been stolen. Lost in the night,You’re somewhere out there,Flying my dreams like a kite in the moonlight. I need you. There are no urges I can satisfyWithout the brush of your lipsOn my hungry mouth;No desires to be satedWithout your…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. She waited by the doorway,Desperately afraid to look upIn case he didn’t come,Desperately afraid, in case he did. Every time men’s shoes came walking close,Her heart leapt in her chestAnd a thrill of fear peppered through her stomach….
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Those tears stream down,Unseen in the the pouring rain.Salty, scalding rivuletsThat trace channels inYour lined face. Is it pain,Sadness,And suffering,Or bitterness,Fear,And angerThat crumple the fabric of your skinIn creases that surround your eyes? Do temptation and betrayalSqueeze a…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. How must it feelTo have you wrap your arm over meAs I wriggle backwardsTo press my bum against your hips,Teasing innocently and blithelyAs I get as close as I can?How must it feel to beCovered by the duvet…
This story is somewhat true. It has been embellished to incriminate the guilty. I was just your average horny college junior, struggling to get an education. Well, not very hard, I admit. My main priority was to see if I could get some tail, and it wasn’t working out to my satisfaction. I could understand…
I watch your beloved and intense face and touch the edge of your mouth as you slowly slide your erect length into my longing. Breath ceases as a moan is pressed from my throat. All is perfect. , Of course, the earlier kisses, desperate and wild, were perfect. The laughing chase as we ran to…
Iām walking down Orchard Road. Itās not the Orchard Road you think it is, Elm Street is not around the corner, Iām in Singapore, in fact, crossing a busy section in the heart of the shopping district, observing the red pedestrian traffic light that keeps everybody on the curb and extends priority to a passing…
This poem only available on Lush Stories The night air sings across my tingling skin;These sensations of you and your presenceHum an anthem of excitement into indigo velvet,Studding the moonrise with the joyous glimmersOf your eternal eyes.I see them gleam in the gloaming,Regarding me with what I shakingly hope isDesire and fervour and lust andLove.Deep,…
The change in your breathing is barely perceptible as I begin to survey familiar territory. My thumbs massage the arch of your foot. I take your toes in my mouth and suck them one by one… A faint moan floats from the distance as my lips nibble at the crisp hair of your calf. Your…
