Your hands wash over me like waves Tugging at string, seen and unseen As you peel away the layers Leaving me naked, exposed, afraid And you could treat me like your puppet Another in a long list of players I would let you, gladly, never saying a word As you carefully hung me from the…
Published 8 years ago The soundof loving youbecomesthe murmur of a sea-shell’s roarour pulse a rhythm of the soulas waves poundingon some inner shorepush pullingpull pushingyou and iback and forthto the first timethe last timeand this time and the next timetimeand time againas with each salty breaththe sound of the oceancrashing on the shore becomesthe…
Just as she had promised, the key was on the top of the doorframe. I took it down and unlocked the front door of a stylish, but moderate beach house. I had my clipboard, my measuring tape and my camera. The view from her great room was spectacular. The wall facing the beach was made…
Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea, close to any of the thousand Greek islands, a white silhouette breaks the waves. My old sailing boat, not too big, not too small. The sails fully extended and the wind is gentle but constant. I’m at the steering wheel and you are mixing us some drinks. I look at…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. We sink into the shifting sand as the waves rush over our bare feet,Scattering fat, salty drops that rainbow sparkle under the sun,Rushing up our legs and grabbing the hems of our clothes. Together, we heave the wooden…
Once I thought the Sun never again would shine upon my skin. Those warm rays that made me thrive with steady beat. For my days were dark, so cold and sad. No smiles adored my lips. The Moon would cradle my tears as they endlessly flowed. Tears that I kept hidden, only the beautiful Moon…
Annie’s Smile I remember her hair shining like gold,bright and lustrous as the sun that glowed on the waves where she stood, naked,and it seemed to me that it was her smilethat lit the beach that day. And yes, I know I don’t own her,but I owned that moment, and in that moment her smile…
We have been out celebrating your birthday. A nice dinner out, dancing after, and now we are heading home. I am wearing khaki pants, long sleeve white shirt, and black loafers. You are wearing a simple black cocktail dress, cut just above the knee, black stockings, black heels, and hoop earrings. A brilliant full moon…
Diary of a dark haired beauty as she roams across the ocean to the New World. (Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 3 Part III The days passed slowly and one day like the others William visited me bearing the same old bread and water, along with his lustful needs. I did as before…
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They are by any measure, not your average couple. Brooklyn and Morgan both hold six figure jobs running a chain of fitness clubs. Morgan is 30 and close to 6 ft tall with slightly longer, curly brown hair and a well tanned body. Tanning on their very private deck means he has…
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“Hey Lils! I’m about to head out on the boat and do some fishing. Want to come?” “Sure! Let me throw my bikini on and grab a pole! I’ll be out front when you get here!” I absolutely love fishing, so when my cousin Zack called me, I was not turning him down! It didn’t…