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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


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


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


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


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


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



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


Naked New Moon

an ode to darkness' delight

I had a dream and took a dare To race 'neath moonless sky. I had to run one mile bare, With both hands held up high. New moon magic welled within But only dark light shed Upon my road or my bare skin My hands clasped 'oer my head T'was just a silly little game, A childish whim, that's all. Yet something raged I could not tame. I felt the dark moon's call. Madness came. I shed...Read On



Celine. Stare at the screen, Eyes are so green. Only a screen, Can they be seen. She'll always be, A mystery. If we ever met, Would it be to regret? Finger tip, holds down a key. A digital dream that's my Celine. Verse: Electro machine, Can it still mean, Something real, Though virtual. Verse: Willing to go, With this cyber falling. I can't...Read On



Hope you enjoy, short and sweet

I push you against the wall I feel your hands through my hair. All the things you bear. My heart, my soul, my demons and all. And here you stand Against my wall. I crave you I need you, through and through My body begs for you. I stand and look at you. Your eyes glaze over me like a snake You lean in and kiss me It feels like my legs will break. You glide your hands against my chest I bite...Read On


Sweetly, Tenderly Love Me!

A poem of longing.

 Sweetly, tenderly love me!  Throw thy strong arms around me,   Hug me in thy warm embrace,   Let me be your hidden key.  Softly, gently please love me!   Press your lips against my own,   Like spring seeds our love be sown,   Bud and grow delicately.  Desperately do love me!   Pull me roughly to a kiss,   Let your craving hands insist,   Roam my body eagerly.  Strongly, longingly love...Read On


The Fabric of Your Skin

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Those tears stream down, Unseen in the the pouring rain. Salty, scalding rivulets That trace channels in Your lined face. Is it pain, Sadness, And suffering, Or bitterness, Fear, And anger That crumple the fabric of your skin In creases that surround your eyes? Do temptation and betrayal...Read On



It's the sad reality of many in this world

LOVE   What is love ? Love is just a meaningless word, Love is something people say without feeling, Love is the flagellation of the soul, Love is a knife that hurts the heart, Love is control over someone, Love is a feeling, worthless and empty, Love ...Read On


A polite man's wife is not a happy one

Second in a Gilbert Sullivan sexy, satirical, lewdly, lyrical farago. Ref> Pirates

When dealing with sexual frustration (frustration) Because wifely duties are not done. (are notdone) When the better half blames menstruation, (menstruation) A polite man knows what is to be done. (to be done.) A discrete man need not grow agitated (agitated) That his good wife is not a nasty one. (nasty one) Instead his cock should be insinuated ...Read On



Feelings leave little choice

Litomerice On the streets of ancient stone we wandered in the snow. Made love every day, our bodies seemed to know. The only choice to hold on tight. Not caring what's wrong or right. It's good to know and feel the pain. Expose yourself to love's domain. Orene is the one I love she's my Prague fantasy, An absinthe dream come true, a new reality. Its not a love...Read On


L'important c'est la rose

Men know what they want. Women know what 's important.

Soulmate got under my skin, Come now upon my flesh. For I would take you deep within Where lust and love enmesh. Soft, hot touch of skin on skin, The drum beats of my heart Speak of hotter life within I would to you impart. Petals' touch so velvet soft With stem stiff as a stick. Let my loins mount you aloft My sex engorge your prick. When the sweat begins to pour And waters...Read On


I See

When I felt invisible you saw

I see you every day, I see you every night. I see you when I feel joy, I see you when I feel fright. I see the way you look at me. I see the way you sigh. I see the way you look deep down, I let you see me cry. I see how much I care for you. I see how much I love. I see how much you make me shine, Like the wings of a dove. You saw me when you said hello You never said goodbye You saw me when...Read On


Not a Lie

My love for him is not a lie

There are so many things I could tell you If I were brave, Such as I’m not jealous Of all your friend girls, But then I would lie. I could tell you I’m Strong and brave And self-confident And you traveling to see Other friend girls (Or them traveling to see you) Doesn’t bother me, But then I would lie. I could tell you that The age difference Between us...Read On


Opera with a nice ring to it

Der Ring des Nibelungen What really happened in that final scene

Blessed bare on the enchanted summit. What lies there? Puss-puss or somewhat. How delightful is this glimmering sight! Breasts heaving in that armour tight. Siegfried is taken by amorous fits. The armour’s off; My God! What tits! “Mommy, Mommy. Looky, looky! Brünnhilde’s boobs and naked nookie!” ‘Das ist kein Mann’, Siegfried surmises As more than just the curtain rises. His hand trembles...Read On


My First Love

This is the story of my first love.

This is about my first love. She was a goddess, Sent from Heaven above. We were still in school. I was 18 she was 17 I loved her. Was I a fool. I was motivated by lust. She was short, But had a big bust. I was blind as was the case. We were together every day. All I wanted was to get to second base. She let me touch her breast each day. It kept my interest, I wasn’t going to...Read On



BOOM I slink back in my room but I know it’s too soon and catch the whiff of the fume Of my earlier doom. She’s left a note on the doona “That’s life” is her tune and my head just goes BOOM. As the loneliness looms. Epilogue So sweet but with a dark side She did so well to hide it It was just like licking ice cream With razor blades inside it ...Read On



How good can you pretend?

I can pretend that it never happened. I can pretend that it doesn't hurt. I can pretend that I'm happy. I can pretend that you meant nothing to me. I can just keep on pretending and lying to my heart. But it takes a toll. The lies and the tricks only break my heart a little more each time. I can pretend that I don't care if you notice. I can pretend that I don't care if you see. I can...Read On


The very model of an immodest maid in general

But still in matters orgasmic and genital, I am the very model of a naughty maid in general

I am not a good example of young ladies of this century. My peers say I am much too fey and not what I am meant to be. I eschew Fox News and biased views because I am all too smart To fall for tricks by right wing pricks who for us do not give a fart. Through college and high school I realize I was a nerd, Vilified and demonized by teens who acted so absurd. I confess...Read On

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My Every Breath

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Gentle kisses brush this fear away; Strong arms enfold me into safety, Locking me into a fortress of steadfast keeping Until the daylight seeps into the inky world To kiss the awakening daisies As your lips kiss my shoulders. Leaning back into your chest, Arms entwined, Two clinging,...Read On


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....Read On


Midnight Monsters

What risks do we take when we become vulnerable and offer ourselves to someone?

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I see the cold, pale moonlight Spear through the window Onto the damp-cold wood of the hallway. It stabs viciously, A burning ache of hunger For my misery to be called forth. But how can it call misery, When misery spills out and overflows Down the steps of the front door, Black ink seeping...Read On


What You Are To Me

You are the mist in the morning As I slowly awake and rise up. You are the face in my dreaming Starting, beginning each day. You are the smell of my coffee Sensed and experienced anew. You are the reason for being All I can really become. You are my heart and my soulmate Waiting to love, and to bless me. What would I have without your love, Nothing that gives me...Read On


I Don't Care

The time doesn't have to be right and you don't have to be perfect - I just want you now

I don't care. I am not waiting for the right time. I am not waiting for anything. You don't have to shave or wax, you don't even have to wash. Coming from the gym? All sweaty? A bit skanky? I don't care. It's your period? A bit messy down below? I don't care. It has been too long. Much as I love you, I find that time makes me forget the little details, where the dimples of cellulite are,...Read On


Primal Revelations

Lessons from a lover.

Where have you been all my life? Keeper of the keys that you are. Doors locked I didn’t know existed. Yet you knew them, found them, Put your key in the lock and flung the door wide open! Illuminating dark and primal places, full of life. Releasing the genie from its illusive prison, Over and over and over again....Read On

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My Inner Demons

Experience has broken me but allowed me to heal

My inner demons have become my greatest addiction, my darkest desires. My darkest desires have overtaken my dreams, and overturned my reality. My reality has been compromised by my greed and fuelled by my fantasies. My fantasies have affected my frame of mind, self respect and well being. My well being has left me too numb to believe in myself and my family. My family has...Read On