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,…
I awoke to the feeling of your warm body wrapped around meand the rhythm of your regular breathingruffling my hair. I felt so safe at that moment. Memories returned of a different sort of breathing as your body blanketed mineand your strong, erect length invaded me. Hands grasped at my tenderest spots bruising, possessing, owning…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I see the cold, pale moonlightSpear through the windowOnto the damp-cold wood of the hallway.It stabs viciously,A burning ache of hungerFor my misery to be called forth. But how can it call misery,When misery spills out and overflowsDown…
images I think I can only create in icing or spilled nail polish something raw and slick and shining reflective I can’t paint and the words don’t seem to come to describe images of deep blood red and ivory cream blossom of his seed spilled something hot and sleek and splashing intimately I can’t breathe…
my mouth is pouty today….. an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner, to whisper wicked and shocking things as you smile your teasing smile, to make love to my heart. will you come close to meand know the texture of my lips as you breathe me into your soul?…
Can you feel it inside, this heat and this flame?Can you tell what it is? Can you speak its name?Will you put up your guard to keep it at bay?Endlessly fighting the inevitable away? Does my intensity frighten? Is my ardour too much?Can you feel the sparks fizzle each time that we touch?Will you let…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Lying back in your mischievous arms,I’m sinking into this heady dazeOf thrills and wigglesOf gamesome joysThat wash me through with deep desires. Fluttering gigglesRun over us,A bubbling stream of tickling laughter.My breath is gasping and shallowIn these honey…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Rushing down this endless night,And spinning in the midnight blue,Clutching at the empty air,Are transcendental thoughts of you. Spirits ablaze, unhappy pairBoth face the twilight gloaming,So doomed to wander in this dream,Both doomed to lonesome roaming. By the…
TODAY, I CRIED… … Over a love that once was alive and then died. … Over hurtful things in our lives. … Over mistakes made that cannot be denied. … Over ‘heart’ decisions that don’t come easy. … Over the open cage that once held captive your soul in my heart. … Over the hard…
You do not know I wake up wanting you, or how my hardness grows to have you close so I can grind against your ass and want me too, and in the morning light know what longing knows, our growing need to feed the rising fire, and lure each other closer to the heat, and…
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…
It had been years, 4 to be exact that we had played this game. A twisted little tennis match with each others hearts. Starting and stopping again before we ever managed to make it clear to the other how we felt. It had caused casualties on both sides, prevented me from being happy and making…
my hand strokes you gently during those early morning hours of sleep and dreaming. I think of your body singing over me in deep bass tones of honey and midnight. these moments should be enough but they wake in me a need to have you love me like you fuck me…. with abandon and thoroughness….
Playing with words, Like the strings of an instrument, What fine melody will you weave in my heart When that music wafts softly Across forever And touches a soul That yearns for release. Do you ever think, That you create such wicked wonder With your words of hunger and fire Deep in the dense heat…
Your touch has awoken what is inside of me, clawing to get out. The want and need pushed down, Not admitting to the painful longing. Your demanding hands and urgent tongue, Releasing the hunger so long hidden. The feel of silk tightening around my wrists Eliciting my body’s full desire. The darkness closing in, caressing…