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Awaking to find you gone

Awakening to find you gone   The cold sheets   Telling me it had been awhile.   When we went to bed last night   Everything seemed fine.   Wondering, what I had done   To make you want to leave,   Especially in the dead of night.   Sure, I had heard the rumors,   The gossip   That you were seeing others.   I wish, if that was true   You would have came to me   And told me you wanted to leave....Read On

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Another 101 words

Sometimes a girl loses her way; lost in being lost.

Sometimes a girl loses her way; lost in being lost. It becomes her world. Each touch painful. And then, one so gentle, a brush of lips and finger tips from far away. Promises. Barefoot in a strange city. Unsure of her welcome. Scared to turn away from the door. The soft padding of feet. A look. Leading. A journey of a different kind. Being made through love; ...Read On

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Sometimes a girl should stand and fight; sometimes she shouldn’t.

Sometimes a girl should stand and fight; sometimes she shouldn’t. Sometimes she needs to take a break; needs to drop everything and recover. It’s not running away when you know how to fix yourself. Fifteen hours: two taxis, one flight. A scribbled address. A surprise visit. Late night arrival. A house in darkness. Embarrassment. No alternative. Quiet knocking. A light. ...Read On

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Soulless story; pointless poem

A story about fucking? A lover who only fucks? What's the fucking point?

You fuck me using all your skill but it's A soulless story. Where's the slick denouement?  Where's the clever ploy? You leave me full of  Empty joy; a salad feast replete with Colour, crispness, salty mayonnaise These weighty days of famine how I crave  A beast with flesh that drips with tasty tallow Flows with primal energy for me * My mouth you fill with meat and drink I do ...Read On

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He Stopped Loving Her Today

He Stopped Loving Her Today That good old George Jones song What was it that took his love away? Her lies and deceit that were so wrong She didn't start out to deceive anyone But once the ball started rolling she did run Before she knew it she was in way over her head Hurting those close to her was something she dread Being called a liar was something she did despise He...Read On

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Show and Tell

For my Voyeur

His deep, sexy voice says Tell me everything And don't leave out any details! Tell me Tell me what you did with her Tell me about the poker game Tell me who was watching Tell me  When you danced on stage Tell me Tell me everything  And don't leave out any details! Tell me Tell me what she did Tell me what you did then Tell me did it feel good? Tell me  will you...Read On

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To My One True Love

I finally know what all those silly love songs are about - thanks to you

I lay my shattered twisted heart at your feet, and look into your soft, welcoming eyes. Those who came before you all promised to keep it safe and protect it; followed only by repeated blows to my safety and security for nothing more than their entertainment and amusement. I was merely a toy, something to bide their time with and toss away like garbage when they were through with me. ...Read On

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Exposure

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. The fresh cotton sheet slides down Over satin-smooth skin; The tightly woven covering Inches down to expose Soft, warm swells of palest pink... Anticipation bursts forth the fire of arousal, Burning bright as Excitement blows its breath across flushing curves And eager hands tingle with Desire...Read On

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We Got Flow

You and me We got flow A neverending slow and go Like a river There we go Around the rocks  and  down real low Like a song We got groove In a beautiful rhythm We do move There is no rush It is no race  He takes me to  the sweetest place We are Synced in rhythm Synced in pace And when My love knows he's near He whispers Something in my ear And ...Read On

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Dribbling through Juicy land!

All it intends to make a flood of love through your honey land!!

It’s craving within, like stones carry fountains. It’s biting me within, like woodchoppers chop. I live, I walk, I do, yet no fun. Yet nothing to have, until you are there beside me. I feel the rushing waves, I see the falling stars. I hear the murmurs, I dream the desires. When you put your lips on mine, it’s drizzling honey. When you put your tongue into mine, it’s digging...Read On

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Continental Breakfast

Ambling through the morning hours

Is it safe to feed the ducks? Is it good For them? Probably not. They’ll fend for themselves, No? And these Sunday breakfast remains Are mine. Croissant flakes, and the bitter Ache of coffee! Dull clouds drift Above, and the light is so dim and pure, The pond a quicksilver sheen, and the ducks Well-fed and warm, I’m sure. Shortly A rain will start to streak. By then We’ll be in the car,...Read On

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The Breeze and The Spark

For Him

It's true she's like the breeze Setting off car alarms  Blowing through leaves Winds been cold for far too long And She feels like a knife cutting stabbing a bone Belonging nowhere Blowing everywhere So She goes up the hill to be all alone She saw his spark, a kindle one night And His heat made her swirl in lustful delight Spinning her in a wind dance Igniting his...Read On

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At Night

The romance of cybering

The important things happen at night. It's the darkness, perhaps, Wrapping things in deeper hues, That make the phantom cock And the ghost pussy more real. Away from the neon blizzard And the frantic crash of music Chaos, in the quiet niche of shadow And want, she and I will spirit fuck Until the dawn and it will have to be Enough for now. The days bask in their...Read On

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She Came To Me

Master/Submissive

She came to me for teaching So I taught her She came to me for Pleasure So I pleasured her She came to me to be punished So I punished her She came to me for comfort So I comforted her She came to me to open her up So I showed her She came to me to be marked So I marked her She came to me for love So I loved her She came to me And gave me more than I could have...Read On

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Respire

Falling to sleep in the afterglow

I may have to put on five or ten pounds, I so like this contentment. I like the feel of your belly, sticky, against my skin. You kiss me again, slippy tongue snug beneath my earlobe. Hair fluffs against my throat. Your thigh slides heavy over me, a bother that melts my heart in a puddle, in a place too clear. This is bad. You’re living with your grandparents. You spend too many hours...Read On