alonequietmissing as the world sleepsand the night teemswith all thingsnocturnalthat is whereI findyoualonesoftlyI cradle youand none can seeand only one can feelthe stirrings of heartstringsstrung tautagainst thenightcross riversover valleysyou waitnot k...
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Now was once the future, Our dreams that we should be living, Now was once every hope and prayer, Now was our vows constantly filled. Now is now, Our dreams crumbled behind us, Now we pray new hopes and prayers, Now our vows lie in the dust. The future is...
Lydia stepped out of the shower cubicle, leaving the foaming traces of her day to drain and dissipate in the humid silence. She wound a wide, white towel tightly around herself and moved through to her living room, leaving glassy footprints behind her on...
Thief of Hearts
Sonnet #4: In tetrameter and Spencerian rhyme.Stroke of genius, delirium, The map stained by a final hex, Delicious pandemonium Flows like rain... The perfect annex- Launched on a navy of shipwrecks. Treacherous, wild, desperate, Beholden to an ancient lex; Each moment blurred, yet separate... Every...
She Drew A Deer On Her Arm
Sometimes the perfect girl is just that.Stop drawing deer on your arm. My heart thumps, in alarm.Stop being perfect in every way. My heart thumps, please stay. Stop your eyes drawing me in. My heart thumps. how long its been.Stop your curves, I love your hips. My heart thumps I want your lips....
Conrad and Pamela Winston-chapter two
The cuckolders have a plan, but will it work."So, you've broken it off permanently with her," said Helena. "Yes. There's no going back now. At least I can't think of any way," I said. "You sound like you wish that there were a way," she said. "We were married a long time. I would like another chance...
Long Distance Long
Oh, how I love thee...Laying in their separate bedsin different parts of the country,they each hug their pillows closeimagining it is each other as they send sweet messages of love.Both wanting, longing to go back to yesterdaywhen they were together,sharing soft passionate kis...
Because it is in the quiet The darkest hour The night When sleep holds no lure My body calls for you Even the moon gives no comfort The stars no hope This ache stretches From arm to arm Top to bottom I toss and turn And touch Restless Too hot for comfort...
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Longing for a Touch
Craving the touch of his hand....Too much time has passed since we lasted touched.The feel of you is such a complete and physical rush.I look upon the full moon above my head,and remember your body next to me in our bed. The way my skin quivers underneath your cold alabaster hand,as it g...
Home Again
Lovers separated by a job overseas.Our marriage torn asunder, blessed union alienated by circumstance. Economic downturn, corporate downsizing. Financial theories turning dreams to dust. Divided by ocean, she chases that dwindling aspiration. Here I remain, each second a lifetime. Until sh...
This Sweet Wreck
together.... but not.....You think I do not know you have entered the room. Telltale sounds roused your curiosity. My eyes are closed and my wetness is filled with two thrusting fingers. A thumb caresses my swollen bud. I am drowning in the sweet depths of total delight. I hear y...
Reuniting forbidden love
I loved my brother so much, I wasn't letting my father have the satisfaction of destroying that.There I was, standing in a crowded airport waiting for that familiar face. The nerves I felt too strong for my body to contain as I began to shiver. 'Flight 102 has come into land' bellowed the speaker as my heart skipped a beat. He was coming home... Now...
A River We Can't Cross
Lovers who can't reach each otherA river is between us--too deep and dark and swift to swimand not be swept away.We do not know the river’s source,but there it is--sometimes calm,sometimes raging from a storm.We see each other on our shores,busy in our lives.We wave and smile but cannot...
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....