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For This I Was Meant

We shall never be apart

Once in a lifetime you find that you may Have entered the realm of beauty's caress Where dreams of tomorrow have happened today. The losing of one place won't be amiss, She offers a sharing, a path and a way, An entree, a welcoming hug and a kiss. This will be your future, your joy, your day Accepting what's given, with smiles, a wish That this will always be your...Read On

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I Wish I Saw What You See

Not really a love poem... it's about a friend.

You tell me these things I don't understand They boggle my mind and make my soul smile To think that someone like you Would see someone like me And see what you say you see. You tell me I'm Cute... I see my own chubby cheeks My typically pale complexion... You say I'm Funny... I hear only my old desire to be truly accepted My own trepidation at letting others in You call me Kind... I only...Read On

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Coffee Tremors

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. She waited by the doorway, Desperately afraid to look up In case he didn't come, Desperately afraid, in case he did. Every time men's shoes came walking close, Her heart leapt in her chest And a thrill of fear peppered through her stomach. Too scared to look at her watch, In case he arrived...Read On

Banned

Sometimes things are not as they seem...

There was something amiss. Her left hand was tingling. Oh no! Suddenly she began to panic, Her mind was racing. ~o~ Her heart! It must be her heart, Damn but it had been under a lot of stress lately. She had taken on too much. ~o~ She had opened it up and She had allowed herself to be vulnerable, To love, unconditionally, Good and bad. ~o~ As it turned out, the bad...Read On

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Trial by Jury of Her Peers (or oglers)

Barrister embarrassed bare assed take off but not strip Sir William S. Gilbert again

When I,dear friend, first became a slut I started withso much passion But unlike the whores who lewdly strut My clothing was well out of fashion. I’d bras and thongs and minis very short, Tube tops that displayed my boobies, Intimate teddies in which to cavort: Such gear often worn by newbies. Chorus . She’d intimate teddies in which to cavort: Such gear...Read On

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Things end but never stop

My lost love, I just have to envision you, To become turned on by the view. Thoughts of us together gives my heart a faster beat, My body tingles and shakes as I feel your heat! It is as if I melt when we touch tongue tips, Drawing me yet closer as we join our wet lips. Fly with the eagles do I when you whisper teases in my ear, Getting us ready to create a world of no fear! ...Read On

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Queen Gamer’s Song ( I can't think why!)

Satriical ditty re King Gama's Song by William S. Gilbert

If you pay close attention, and I’m very sure you do, You’ll discover I am no one you can easily pooh-pooh. My body’s very finely tuned as is my intellect. If I’ve any faults at all, they’re too small to detect. My beauty and my genius are so obvious to see, I feel obliged to hide behind a mask of modesty. I only look down my nose when speaking to a runt. Yet ev'rybody says...Read On

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Grand Relationship

This poem is dedicated to A. L. Grand Relationship Quiet and reserved, shy and reluctant, Hidden treasures slowly start to arise. Little by little, in small increments She reveals what she usually hides. Slow and steady, gentle and precise, Inhibitions release to reveal her true self Only in ways that come easy for her To come gently out of her shell. Sublime and...Read On

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My Sniveling Toads, Good Morning

Another satire from HMS Pinafore

BITCH I am a Mistress as I said before TOADIES And you treat us as you should BITCH You’re sniveling little chaps Whose bums need many slaps With a paddle made of wood. TOADIES We're sniveling little chaps Whose bums need many slaps With a paddle made of wood. BITCH As Dominatrix I’ve no peer I own lots of bondage gear. I’ll...Read On

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You Pierced My Soul

You pierced my soul and invaded my heart. I can't get you out of my head. Words spoken to you long ago Yet as true today as then. But its been so long since I've heard your voice, Since you told me to cum for you. Days, weeks, months go by Yet still my heart won't heal. I've cried, I've tried to fill the void With wine, with friends, with sex. Nothing helps, nothing works, The...Read On

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PP

Inspired by a friend who called her vagina a peepee

Pamela was a princess Prim and proper was her style Pickiness personified Perfection made her smile. She knew the proper people Played polo (always won) Putting people in their places Was Pam’s idea of fun. Her suitor, Peter Perrin (A prick who drove a Porsche) Professed to be a pilot A perfect one of course. Now, Peter thought he’d pulled the wool ...Read On

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Broken-Hearted

Written for my friend Shannon ...

I’m broken-hearted. I think about the last week, the last month, the last year … and my heart breaks. Talks overflowing with hurtful words, tears, and confusion swim around in my mind. Fingers pointed. Questions left unanswered. And after everything that’s been said and done, I still don’t know what to do with my broken heart. . I want to know, NEED to know … where the fuck have...Read On

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Thoughts On Alone

Most of the time I’m happy living alone. But sometimes I think It’d be nice to come home To someone who cared. Someone to cuddle To love and to hold To nurse when she’s sick And to warm when she’s cold. To stroke till she ‘d purr Like a nice kitty cat Or we’d sit at the table And just have a long chat. We’d stand at the sink And wash dishes together ...Read On

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worship

your hands flow across my body resting as they reach my ribs. your breath kisses my collarbone then my neck.... I feel your face form a smile and I know you are here to worship. small, wet tattoos are drawn by the tip of your tongue as you make your way down down down. your cheeks brush my breasts softly, tenderly, and my heart moans. your fingers...Read On

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The Softness of Goodnight

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. "Goodnight," she whispered. "Goodnight," he said softly, His voice drifting beyond The silence of the closed line, And hanging like soft smoke in the air Above her sleepy head. Sadly, She snuggled down into the duvet, The fragrant sweetness of his spoken incense Lulling her to sleep With...Read On

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Tonight

Another sleepless night with you on my mind.

I can't find my rhythm tonight, Sleep for an hour, then up again, Tired as all hell, But my body and brain Won't play nice with each other, One tugging me one way, The other... Maybe that is my rhythm. Up. Down. Up. Down. Fuck the rhythm! I'm hard too. Too early for morning wood, not at 1:30 a.m., And I just got up to take a leak, So it should be down. But it's up. Damn! Too damn tired...Read On

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Nightmare Butt-Fuck Song

I loan the naughty version of the Nightmare song below to WIlliam S. Gilbert

When you're lying awake as your butt starts to ache And your sphincter's so sore that it makes you whine, You deserve a rebuke for shoving that cuke Way up there, where the sun can’t ever shine. If you'd used a small carrot your anus could bear it And that, I am sure, you now realize. But up your hole narrow you inserted a marrow Ora vegetable of some similar size. ...Read On

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Frozen Dreams

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. This morning winter air sings with dreams of ice, The Snow Queen's discarded raiments festooned Upon the bulrushes that reach to the weak sun From the solid, leaden depths of Glassed-over water. The burrs are jewelled with frozen tears Of long-forgotten dreams once crushed, Still in deathly...Read On

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For she is a pure cum slut

For she is an Englishmen's dream

Despite all of the evidence Like cream inside her underpants She remains technically pure She remains technically pure Of the sex act she is wary Though she’d long since lost her cherry And she does experiment. Yes, she does experiment. She may put naughty stuff up her twat Massive, phallic and often very hot. But never a man’s penis No, never a man’s penis She...Read On

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Giving Thanks

I want to taste your piss To me, it’s as sweet as a kiss I want to taste your ass Though I know that others might pass I want to taste your cum I find it more intoxicating than rum But mostly I want to be your kitty You always make me feel so pretty When I’m running naked through the house Chasing after a pink fuzzy mouse My collar tags going jingle-jangle A ball of yarn...Read On

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Fairy Lady Symphony

For my friend Rowena who inspired me

The wind whistled a mellow tune as red-gold hair danced in the spring air, a symphony of waves played into the winds bitter sweet melody. Fabric twisted and cracked in the air, as ghostly patterns of golden sunshine appeared. Her heart longed for her light, as the sky turned into swirls of orange and pink under a blue velvet blanket of stars. Pale stone pressing against soft pink flesh. ...Read On

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Three little sluts who drool‏

Maiden Japan and laid in every port these three girls know how to cavort

Each girl described below is over the age of 16 TRIO – Cum-Cum , Peep-Hole , and Titties-Sing , with Chorus of Girls . The Three . Three little sluts who drool are we, Hungry for any cock we see To be full of cum, our fantasy, Three little sluts who drool! Cum-Cum . Every kink is a source of fun. ( Chuckle. ) Peep-Hole Naughty undies we’ll try on! ( Chuckle .) Titties-Sing...Read On

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Time

Time heals all wounds and opens up the door for new opportunities.

Oftentimes, I'm the most confident woman in the world, and I do not want more than what has already been gifted to me, you... Other times, I feel it must be too good to be true, I'm foolish to think it could be anything more than fantasy... Sometimes, you are so open with your feelings, I don't have to guess, no games, just you being you, its refreshing, yet scary. You've never given...Read On

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Letterbox Moments

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. On the other side of the door, Just a letterbox away, I'm waiting for your smile to greet me warmly. This one, small space is all we have, A gap in reality Where our dreams can be planted, Where they grow and change, Where they flourish under the sun and the stars, Where our hearts can waltz...Read On

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Opposites attractively

mood changes everything that's meant to be or not to be

  Sex has a nasty way Of getting in the way Of getting close To the one you love. Love has a gentle way Of having sex In many ways To the one you love. Put these two together Sex and Love, I mean. Souls bound by tether In love, not obscene. What is beautiful is why No matter who or whom Blending and unending Are Circles of...Read On

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To you, from me

You came to me as a dream, Becoming my daydreams My every thought consumed by you, Bringing on explicit wet dreams  My heart overwhelmed by you, It burns with every longing love soaked beat Flooding my being with a fiery desire, Like a ring around my soul Your devoted passion holding me captive, Like an intoxicating drug An addiction that has ravaged me, One I need...Read On

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Longing For You

A dreamer…

Special thanks to Navin who helped me to proof read this poem... I love you baby! I long to meet you… Will it be ecstasy? I long to see your smile… Will it melt my heart? I long to look into your eyes… Will they reveal the secrets your heart conceals? I long to kiss you… Will I feel a shiver and close my eyes and wish for more? I long to feel your arms around me… Will it...Read On

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When I was all laid

Satirical take on HMS Pinafore's When I was a Lad

I was just sixteen when I began to learn How acting bad would make my bum burn. My mother and father never spared the rod. They thought beating me was ordained by God. But such punishment did not deliver me, And I became a slut, as anyone can see. From dirty words to naughty pranks My adventures earned me lots of spanks. But lying bare-bottom over daddy's knee ...Read On

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a pale desperation

here I am, a pale desperation, when your passion prefers the dark and exotic, the scent of campfires and the sound of music that stirs your blood with whispers of more to come. here I am, a sweet longing... loved and cosseted but never quite enough to satisfy at any moment... all magnolias and jasmine and everyday china... no one truly special. here I am, a heartfelt murmur ...Read On

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Hallelujah

She's my religion

The rickety racket of crickets Scrapes against my head On a single-sheet summer night. A sheen of sweat on your shoulder. Tentative fingers draw an awed sigh As they reverently ride The sensuous scoop of your hips. A murmured stirring. Hush now, don’t wake. Don’t defile this holy moment....Read On