The rhythm of stormy surf meeting shore matches the beat of my heart as your hand seeks out all my secrets. Your tongue paints a starry night over wet, shivering flesh as my legs spread in welcome. My body begs for the release you offer. Gauzy curtains blowing in the heated breeze cannot disguise my…
Sleepy body and brain float somewhere in that twilight world where my heart is free and love is simple. I pursue you through the deep water, darting in and out like a mermaid as you watch me warily and hide in the murky depths. My lungs suddenly empty and I struggle to surface. You take…
tonight I feel your hands touching my face touching my breasts touching my very heart. you have no idea the gift you give meas you show me your true selfas you seek to see my true self. the orgasm is something beyondmere physical reactionand the spasm of musclesand the rush of wetness. it is an…
my breath is ragged as you pound into me one hand on my backthe other slapping my butt.your voice reminding me with every thrustthat I belong to youthat no one else can own me. my face burns with shame because I know that you are right.you own me heart and soulbut have no care for…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I want to catch your gaze acrossA room of other girls; To earn a smile that’s just for me, Your diamond amongst pearls. I want to see your eyes just graze The cotton of my dress – Tenderness’s…
your hands move on the instrumentand I lean forwardunable to look awayor relax with the others. my hand moves to my lower lipsand I gather the drops thereunable to stop myselfor maintain my composure. your mouth applies pressure to the reedand I watch every subtle nuanceunable to divert my thoughtsfrom your tongue caressing. my mouth…
Your voice vibrates somewhere deep inside me like the sound of wild surf on a beach or a standing bass being played by a master. When you speak to me I hear drums and chanting. A need grows in my heart to strip off my clothes and run into battle in nothing but my painted…
Lying here these thousand nights, these torches dimming, these pillows crushed, our minds softened by the hours and these cups of wine— by the wildness of your tales, your way with words, yet feeling this moment like sand falling through the glass come to this. You came to me that night. sent by your father,…
I wish I was there with you. Kissing you as we lay in your bed. Doing sinful things between the two of us that only lovers do. Speaking lovers words and kissing again as if for the first time. Touching you in places that please you well. Your body pressing deeply inside of me putting…
For all these years— has it been a hundred yet, you’ve slept in a tower high above the world. No one could crawl through these thorns, these vines, these obstacles to wake you. I’ve come before– not even knowing you– and stood here by this wall, looking up, straining for some way to penetrate these…
On bended knee I bow, madam. I have charged over hills, my helmet gleaming, and fought heroically in the madness of my love for you. I have galloped hard and leaped high walls, your name bleeding down my chin. I have sung your name to the stars, madam, sonnets torn from my heart, as I…
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Published 9 years ago It’s just after 2:00 a.m.I stumble home after a night out with the girls,perhaps a bit tipsy, yes.I kick off my high heels and stripped off my clothes.Make my way to my cold empty bed,horny as fuck and thinking of you,an ocean and time zone away.Our chat earlier this evening,your confession,not…
Like soft Ocean blue,A pair of two,So deep, immense,Staring, killing me slowly, suspense. Two vital parts,Another two hearts,Captured, suspended in time,Nothing matters as long as you’re mine. Such a simple task,But how? I ask,Do I grow wings and fly,High up in the sky? Suspended in air,But I don’t give a care,All I want is you.Forget…
I awake and find you– same hard-knuckled rappingOf deadened boughs wind-stormed against the pane–Perched, insolent and knowing, on my mind’s sill, Preoccupied with your thumb, some crumpet-crumbOr, heaven help us, the pungent remainsOf an amorous trophy. How’d you sneak past All those cobwebs, I wonder? I’ll make coffee,Wipe the snot from my eyes and try…
It has been so long since I’ve seen you. I’ve missed you so much. I wait for you to deplane and collect your luggage. When I do see you, you’ve got the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on your face. I know you’ve had a very long flight, but you look so happy… so radiant….