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The Morning Review

Lovers and poets and tea

If you’re going to live out contradictions Put them all on the same page at least? I did, I did! I rage and plea But oh, I spill my tea. In all the fume and excitement I forget almost This ecstasy dyes out the daily planner And makes my hours a wash. Did you see the rain? The sky collapses And putters, putters, and the laundered specks Drizzle past pebbles as out the pipes they fly. Oh,...Read On

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Journey From I To Us

A journey to regain lost paradise......

Love melted away from my life making it completely barren colorless your presence made me feel heavenly in paradise you fill colors in my life your presence is a rainbow to me Life was never pleasing without you your presence making all the difference giving life a meaning soothing purposive smiley creative full of colors my life without you was so barren single lonely yearning for flowers...Read On

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Someone Near

Such a cold day, I wish I could snuggle, Into someone dear, To keep me warm, And to shelter me. But no-one dear, Is near, I feel so lonely, I wish I could find, That one person. The one who would, look after me no mater what. The one who would, keep me close, keep me warm, And always keep me close, To their heart. I wonder if there is, Someone in the world, ...Read On

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N is for Naked

Relaxed, stripped of tense pretense and clothed only in bodily essence

N is for Naked Naked came I within Wondrous, winding ways Of imagination’s dream; My only clothing, skin. It is my mind I’m stripped Of body shame of being Encased in others’ decree That from myself be ripped. I stand barefoot in my head On exciting fields of joy Where, bare in nature’s berth, I am reborn in flowering bed. Not just at night, under cover ...Read On

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O is for Orgasm

O, what I dream I had

O is for Orgasm Toys, big boys and fingers full of joy Parade in naked dance to delight A girl’s fancy in dark, hot night When body aches to some sex enjoy. Prone to calm waves’ wet motion Amid many moans which betide Mounting pleasure-pressure inside, A woman treasures sincere emotion. Thoughtless men have their way. But women’s paths lie on a cloud Of...Read On

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Pronounce You

Love and marriage in the Post-Modern world

Ethics, this is the slut I told you about Blush summons sentence Served knee-high I can tell She’s never bent this far Before Alice wears brief skirts Weighs the legal options Vermont Sodom Thunder Wonder Student debt and studded collar Go-go justice prefers house music arrest Bottled brunettes Latex and fishnets Prime pills and pumping fist Jury-rigged troth's still better than none...Read On

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Today I Cried

While mowing my yard ... Today I Cried ... thinking of you.

TODAY, I CRIED… … Over a love that once was alive and then died. … Over hurtful things in our lives. … Over mistakes made that cannot be denied. … Over ‘heart’ decisions that don’t come easy. … Over the open cage that once held captive your soul in my heart. … Over the hard lessons you’ve had to learn alone. … Over betrayals in your life. … Over innocent lives that may grow up too soon....Read On

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Same very Bed!

Dealing with bodies ignoring the soul.

We live together, so close to each other So deep the loving; in between Yet, how close we really can keep together? Walking alike, yet; the path is unknown. Think alike, yet; don’t think us as one. Being prisoned by walls, don’t make us shout out of hatred- Dealing with bodies ignoring the soul. Boundaries of bindings being torn into pieces; Yet a bed is the destiny at...Read On

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Zones Erotique

Erotically from A to Z.. the ultimate female stripped of pretense

Z is for zones érotiques A woman needs but a gentle touch To release her feminine mystique. But a man can never put too much Into her très chaude zone érotique. Her hot zones cover so much And wrap love-lust within Flesh most sensitive to touch, In her all encompassing skin. Start at the top: her well coiffed hair Is called her crowning glory. Below when...Read On

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Waking Wanting You

Waking up for wild morning sex but you're not here

You do not know I wake up wanting you, or how my hardness grows to have you close so I can grind against your ass and want me too, and in the morning light know what longing knows, our growing need to feed the rising fire, and lure each other closer to the heat, and feel the flames of our desire get higher until we burst in wildness hot and sweet, but you don’t know the ache this...Read On

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Release

First time

The hurt you cherished like a beloved friend That kept you defeated and held you in check conquered and defeated dispelled and destroyed by your masters leash and silver words and harsh caresses withholding release maintaining a grip from a distance sweet chords for your heartstrings a balm for your soul given over to lust and sweet numbing of anguish Taken away from the struggle ...Read On

Sweet Nectar

Hands that touch my heated skin A sigh that brings a wicked smile Moans of desire resound off the walls Hips sway wanting more of you Make it happen, make me call out your name You want hear it, you want me to beg You savor this moment when I give in You have all I need, all I ever wanted Here I lay close to you, take it I see no other, only you, your eyes Wetness, sweet...Read On

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Perfection

the way you feel inside me is perfection

I watch your beloved and intense face and touch the edge of your mouth as you slowly slide your erect length into my longing. Breath ceases as a moan is pressed from my throat. All is perfect. , Of course, the earlier kisses, desperate and wild, were perfect. The laughing chase as we ran to the bed leaving a trail of clothes behind us was perfect, too....Read On

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Lament of a Man in Pain

A poem I wrote when I was between relationships, trying to decide how to handle the transition

Whatever I do, Wherever I go, Someone I love, or someone I know, Gets hurt, by me, so what can I say? When my every move, and my every way Is painful to Someone. I wish that I could be the good man, That people around me keep saying I am. I don't see how it could be that they see, What I can't see, a way that I can be. It's not who I am. Why should I try, to love anyone, When there is...Read On

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Thisbe

Shakespeare based Romeo and Juliet on Ovid’s Pyramus and Thisbe

My wacky Thisbe’s built a wall to shield her fragile heart laid up dreamy purple stones and murky chunks of amber from the shores of her past she never looks when we make love I know  in the pale glow from the hall  I watch her eyes  the soft grey irises fade inward  becoming blank moons to ponder what phantom lover moves  in the secret space behind them I come, she goes, we...Read On

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Baby it's cold inside

Baby, it's cold inside. I am in great need in a cold land Where bedded warmth covers me In my dreams like desert sand Buried, wholly safe and free.   Before screens, which to the world show Only glass echoes of my heart's beat, I come naked and alone to know How I may give off my inner heat.   Phantoms summoned rise in my mind, ...Read On

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Tiny poems-2 (for cell phone)

Was it mistaken that we met?

Leaves shade, flowers shade Was it mistaken that we met? Time flies, river flows Fate put me around which strings! Think now, think then, think forever What If I lose!! ...Read On

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Learning To Trust

This is hard to tell myself I need to trust in myself again To trust the people around me again To Trust the ones I loved For the ones to come after Until I can I will be alone... They tell me it takes a lot of Courage Faith and Love I believe I have Faith and the Courage Love will come later If and when it does I will be ready ...Read On

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I Just Need A Cuddle

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. A long day at work, Running after other people, Up and down ladders, moving bolts of cloth, Tailoring my wares to whiney whingers' whims. I stagger to the shower And wash the fibres away, The ache of my soul rising to the surface As I let the suds scent my skin with soft vanilla. But who cares...Read On

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Ode to an Ex

Is your pussy busy, Baby? Do you use it every day? Is it taking on all comers Or turning some away? Is your pussy ready, Baby? I know you never keep it locked, You like it fully loaded, And always keep it cocked. So I hope it’s keeping busy, Getting action every day. I'm recalling your sweet pussy, How it throbbed and how it seized, How it spat out gobs of jism, Every time you sneezed....Read On

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Alicia

The things my heart sings.

I miss you, my love, butthere is so much more in that, I miss you not your hair your teeth your breasts your feet In truth none of those things do it for me. It is your soul Your most inner person I love you no matter the casing When I think about being with you for the rest of my life a tear of joy comes to my eye There is no greater love than the one I hold for you. No matter...Read On

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Walls

Passion

Walls of stone turn to glass with your heat shatter to a thousand bright shards disappear into the void a metal cage melts with your heat turns to molten lava Rolls away light breezes nurture your flame Bending your flame coaxing, nurturing a gentle hand feeds your fire fanning the passion Holding the warmth not caged or bound but held and caressed the fire controlled...Read On

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I L Y

She'll know if she reads this...

I L Y Because you strum my heart strings I L Y Because you taught me more about myself I L Y Because you did not let me make a fool of myself I L Y Because of your smile so warmly given I L Y Because you provide inspiration I L Y Because you provoke my imagination I L Y Because you let my fantasy blend with yours I L Y Because you cast so much ‘glitter’ in my life I L Y ...Read On

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Just Sit There Baby and Enjoy

My beautiful lover gives me a delectable show…

The invite is not uncommon But the way you say it Sends a chill down my spine “Come on over, I want to show you something!” You are simply breathtaking As you greet me at the door The four inch heels, painted lips, dangling earrings Colorful lingerie, nipples poking through...absolutely stunning You lead me over to the chair Then motion with your hand I know what you...Read On

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bind

A verse for you

The chain around your neck confirms the bond As much a lock for me as you The reins will tie us two as one And hold us in this dance of joy I slacken the grip and watch you fly In the knowledge that you will return The ultimate test of our hold And pass the test of our binding The hope and longing for the restraint The return and submission, freely given Your heart and mine chained...Read On

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Tiny Poems (for a cell phone)

Dreaming happens to be a sin

The moon bloomed, removing gloom- Weeping tears, hopes arise. Hoped to keep dreams in sleepy eyes; May all pain be washed by waves of moonlight!! Dreaming happens to be a sin; Grievous Crime!! ...Read On

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Toxic Healing

A very simple poem. I'm finally able to write.

You're the absolute worst person for my mind. Your words sting far under the skin. So I look for a wall to hide behind. Even though I know it's thin. You're the absolute best person for my mind, too Your touch eases the pain of it all The haze, the numbness fades away from you. Which is why I still fall. We clash and rehash history Fighting hard Hurting repeatedly. Putting up...Read On

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Ode to JJ's cock

We miss JJ's cock!

There once was a girl named JJ, Who had a cock above her vajayjay; It was a sizeable prick, Often called Moby Dick, But, sadly, now it's on vaycay. It was the greatest one in the world; She used duct tape to keep it curled. Nearly 8 feet long, They sang it a song, Then buckets of cum, it hurled. Looking at hers makes me dumb as a mute; Mine barely works as a piccolo flute. With her...Read On

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Can You Take Me Higher

Give me what I need, take me over the edge

A special shout out to Mazza, thanks for helping me get my wicked thoughts out there, you saucy fucking minx! And to the one who fuels my wicked thoughts and feeds my desires, this is for you. xoxo Can you take me higher? Take off my panties and bend me over, spread my legs until they go no further. Explore my body with eager hands and hear my sighs, as you finger the dampness between...Read On

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Grace Unbecoming

Romantic longing of a tortured mind.

She is my lovely apparition. My nameless wraith which haunts me still. I would tear the night from the very sky, should its promised darkness not bring her to me. And lo I lay here in silent prayer, that she make me suffer with her memory. Trace my flesh, make it burn and quiver. That she may take me, my very being into her embrace. I see her now as I saw her then. In pallets of grey,...Read On