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Morning Safety

is there something past this moment?


I awoke to the feeling of your warm body
wrapped around me
and the rhythm of your regular breathing
ruffling my hair.

I felt so safe at that moment.

Memories returned
of a different sort of breathing
as your body blanketed mine
and your strong, erect length
invaded me.
Hands grasped at my tenderest spots
bruising,
possessing,
owning every inch.

Your kisses were drugging.
Your voice a vibration
that stirred my whole body
to open,
to vibrate,
to grasp you.

There was not enough
of me to give you.
Yet I tried
while murmuring a language
of love
and desire
and of my true self.

Can you love me just a little
and extend this morning safety
past the moment
you leave the bed
into the conversation
of the day to come?
Please?

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Comments(16)


sweet_as_candy
Posted 18 Apr 2013 12:00
Wow, Miss Sugah. You are truly sublime in your poetic language. Every word emotionally crafted to create the scene and characters. Wonderful writing. x

delsmith
Posted 15 Jan 2013 08:38
I truly love the poetry you write, makes me feel a part of the scene.
BabydollSlave
Posted 27 Nov 2012 08:24
your poems are so lovely they create beautiful images. thanks

ShyVixen
Posted 15 Nov 2012 04:54
Lovely imagery! The ending was beautiful.

Buz
Posted 14 Nov 2012 16:30
Absolutely outstanding writing once again Lauralee. You capture sincere emotions so wonderfully. This is yet another 5+ poem.

Frank_Lee
Posted 14 Nov 2012 11:57
sisyphus boiled it all right down. if someone were to look at your whole body of work here and see the evolution of your craft, it would be impossible to miss the emotional evolution that corresponds with it. Real poetry is all about taking a risk - kind of like getting out of bed and leaving the house every morning. To see a 1 vote on something like this, left by someone skulking in and out for no apparent purpose other than expressing the...um...more rectal aspect of their character...is discouraging. It's the same kind of poor toilet training that leads to artless graffiti.
redman2r
Posted 14 Nov 2012 11:31
Yes, of course. I will stay as long as you like!!!
vjlegbabe
Posted 14 Nov 2012 07:32
Beautifully written!

Kal-El85
Posted 14 Nov 2012 06:33
A stunningly painted picture. I could see your words come to life in my head.

playsit
Posted 14 Nov 2012 03:53
I love the warmth of my lovers body in the morning... you captured it perfectly Sugah.
Sisyphus
Posted 14 Nov 2012 02:57
Your words are so filled with passion, with giving and wanting and is heart wrenching. The desire to transcend those morning moments of passion in bed and be more is clear and poignant. I love your honesty, your expression of longing, your wanting more, your wanting to know you are enough. This is so lovely and painful--true poetry.

alexmarch
Posted 13 Nov 2012 22:17
Yes

Saga
Posted 13 Nov 2012 20:54
...There was not enough of me to give you.... Amazing, simply amazing!
midniteman
Posted 13 Nov 2012 18:49
very nice, would i leave the bed?? nope not unless ur wrapped around me

DLizze
Posted 13 Nov 2012 18:24
Yes, please.

Green_Man
Posted 13 Nov 2012 18:21
Oh, you break my heart. So eloquent. So true to what life can give. Loved it.
 

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