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Love Poems

Love poems and poetry is a hugely popular section, proving romance isn't dead! They are literary compositions written with an intensity or beauty of language more characteristic of verse / poetry, than of prose.

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I Am

I am a woman . I am love . I am friendship . I am giving . I am silly . I am trusting . I am submissive . I am sexy . I am true . I am adorable . I am blushing . I am jealous . I am demanding. I am bitchy . I am mouthy . I am a cry-baby . When you say you love me , Please love all of ...Read On

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Shifting focus

Free(sia) to love!

in the corner of the room my beautiful flower stands proud in a simple crystal vase  on a marble pedestal the world glances at her beauty her bright petals  wandering over eventually leaning to inhale her intoxicating scent I see your beauty too... fantastic when one focuses on the whole your beauty much richer than your  tender, delicate, gentle petals  alone the strength...Read On

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Who, Indeed

An Ode to Lush Stories

Who holds the key And who wears the lock; Who yields her pussy To a Masterful cock? These are the questions We all want to know With the answers wrapped up In a nice knotty bow. Who else is shaven? Who wears a full bush? Who likes it orally And whom up the tush? Who cums with screaming And who with soft sighing And who else may fell When they cum they are dying? Whose cock is massive...Read On

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Doubt

You were the sweetness in her heart, the pure and untainted. The moment it changed, it tore at her soul. You left scars, deep, raw and unyielding. She trusted, she believed, That maybe she deserved this, That maybe happiness was finally hers. It did not last. Moments of doubt, Hours of tears. She was shattered and bruised. With the screaming on the inside, She was fighting to stay silent....Read On

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Succubus Mine

Sleep, my entry to ecstasy,  It never fails to succor me. It always fills my deepest plea. How you say? When she comes to me! My mind is blank 'til she arrives, A succubus for dream lived lives. Her nipple studs give proof she thrives, From all that sex and lust derives. Adrift on air, she floats, she lands. With straps of passion in her hands, My helpless wrists she wraps...Read On

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I Feel like a Whore

First poem I am writing for Lush Stories. Hope ya like it! ;D

You give me a kiss And all the sweet bliss That runs down my lips To my begging hips Your vehement touch Makes me feel so much That it’s been shown To make me moan When you penetrate me You make my body see That it’s so much more Than what I swore Your body starts to tremble It makes you so prideful We feel the anarchy When you finish inside me I feel like a whore Because my body is so...Read On

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Moments

He walks away And he is gone  To her He does not belong In stolen moments Where they live In quiet moments Time and space do not exist In naughty moments  Is their greatest bliss Touch of whispers Caress of murmurs Sometimes greedy Sometimes tender With him  She is surrender She's in California He's far away in Denver Other times They plan and scheme  ...Read On

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In The Blink of an Eye

For Vicki: my bride, my beautiful new bride. . .

"In and out Out and in you go I feel your fire Then I lose my self control. . ." See, I must confess that I do obsess about the way you lose control at my touch, my caress I sigh. . .and in the blink of an eye you and I become. . . one This kiss. . .those tender lips I feel your body tremble against my flesh, a feeling so sublime Our eyes meet and my fingers gently brush...Read On

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The Sound

When I hear the sound of your voice on the phone it excites me. When I hear the sound of your heart it makes mine race. The sound of your breathing calms me and warms my insides. The sound of your footsteps brings a smile to my face. The sounds of your clothes against your skin as they come off; Get me aroused. The sounds that you make as we make love, making me want more. ...Read On

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Father Knows Best

I stepped into the shower like a gymnast about to perform a trick My companion was a shiny red dildo which I appropriately named Dick Click...Click...Click The audience were there already sitting all charged up in a row Victor the vibrator, Peter the pleaser and Teddy the tickler below CLICK...CLICK...CLICK The water was my music and I heard “Lets Get It On” playing Dick was the first...Read On

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the kiss

the first kiss between new lovers

foreheads meet, eyes look deep, hearts beating quick   a tingle then a thrill as soft moist lips part and meet in a teasing small brush of a touch a small rush as their breaths mingle in a harder crush  little heated catches of breath the only sounds to be heard as lips parted and met in a probing quest each trying to trace the others shape, each reaching deep each trying to taste...Read On

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The Affair

Your kisses, hot And I forgot How very long it’s been Excitement showing Juices flowing Let the game begin Frantic yearning Passions burning Fire hot within Hips are thrusting Minds are lusting Dying once again Our innocence going Each of us knowing That once again We sin....Read On

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Midnight

The magic hour

Midnight is a magic hour When women weave their spells; Wicked, earthy, sexiual power With candles, books, and bells. Their eyes turn catlike in a mist Their sorcery to wreathe Around a man who can’t resist No more than cannot breathe. When night has half-way fallen Into the darker plane You may hear the witchy calling Of your secret magic name. They beckon you to follow And sate their...Read On

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Forbidden Secret

I have a secret, I cannot tell. I was taught that, a lesson learned well. I have a new secret, But still I cannot tell. It is forbidden, It would not go well. I am not ashamed, I would take the blame. But still it is a secret, Takes place behind closed doors. Why is it illicit? Why do they say taboo? We care about each other. What does it matter, What it is we do. You are...Read On

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Sweet Dreams

Simply snuggling down gives birth to wishful thinking.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I'm snuggling down Into bed... I'm Alone Again. I think of you In the velvet blue sky of night Deep with diamonds Lacing, twisting, turning, sparkling, Weaving songs throughout my dreams... Night jasmine fragrances that air; Honeysuckle remnants slowly fall upon the ground To rise again...Read On