The scent of roses fills the air. Intoxicating incense of promise and passion. Rising, falling, like anxious breathing of a frightened fawn, startled from dawn grazing. Dark, deep red their color against blue sky, shrouded in white lace baby-breath and cloud. Each blossom soft, tender as a caress along your smooth inner thigh. With each…
Cradled in my hands, it is safe for you to let go, To follow your true nature. I begin to toy with you, preparing for our evening together. Though gentle, my touch is firm, my intentions clear. My thumb presses into you, exploring your depths, Learning your form, controlling your response. Ephemeral resistance abandoned, you…
Alone, empty. Apart, void. Separately, fragmented. Individually, nothing. Not thinking, not feeling, not caring, just…existing. Existing, yes, but in the basest sense — not truly being. Together, we are no longer empty, void, fragmented. We are replete. We are meaningful. We are whole. Together, we are everything. Together, we are. Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/fragmented-too
 Sam was startled — and annoyed — by the blaring of a car horn while he sat parked along with a thousand other drivers on Interstate 5. What exactly did this genius expect to accomplish by honking here when the logjam was well out of sight, probably several miles ahead? He shook his head….
The door was yanked open and there he was! He loomed in the darkened doorway, his features cast nearly black in the shadows. He was still dressed in his party attire. He’d loosened off his tie and undone the top two buttons of his shirt to be comfortable and he was barefoot, but it only…
I’d come in from out of town and have been here for close to a few days now. Seeing as I’d been out of town and working there for over two years, I hadn’t realized how much had changed in that time. First, the two older siblings of mine, who are younger then I, now…
