This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lost in the night,You're somewhere out there,Flying my dreams like a kite in the moonlight.I need you.There are no urges I can satisfyWithout the brush of your lipsOn my hungry mouth;No desires to be satedWithout your strong handsKneading my fleshWith your whispers of cravingAnd darkest secretsEchoing through my body.Stretch my...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I look you in the eye,And I see a new universe of excitement,A billion rainbows swirlingIn a chaos of delights.It is I who brought forthThis weeping joy from you,That shines and glistensIn the candlelight.I feel your passionWelling up inside of youAs I run my hands over your trembling skin,Hotly staring you in the eye,Still, righ...

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 upIn case he didn't come,Desperately afraid, in case he did.Every time men's shoes came walking close,Her heart leapt in her chestAnd a thrill of fear peppered through her stomach.Too scared to look at her watch,In case he arrived and saw her looking,She wondered.Was he going t...

This story only available on Lush Stories, and if you are reading this elsewhere, it has been stolen, and the thief's Happy Bits will no longer make them feel Happy. So there.I peek around the door jamb at you.There you are, tapping away at your keyboard, writing, writing, writing. I hate to disturb you, because I know how important your work is, but... I can't help myself. A mouth-pursing smile creases my eyes, and I fee...

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 beyondThe silence of the closed line,And hanging like soft smoke in the airAbove her sleepy head.Sadly,She snuggled down into the duvet,The fragrant sweetness of his spoken incenseLulling her to sleepWith gentle, singing sighs.His presence enveloped her,His...

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 festoonedUpon the bulrushes that reach to the weak sunFrom the solid, leaden depths ofGlassed-over water.The burrs are jewelled with frozen tearsOf long-forgotten dreams once crushed,Still in deathly stasis amongst the spikesUpon which they died....

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Clear the table,And get you ready,I'm spreading a feast for your eyes!I'm naked and lustingTo feel you inside me,Don't you see 'twixt my two open thighs?I lay on the table,A meal fit for you,Like a roasted and succulent meat.But just one small tasteOf my juicy wet lips,And you'll find I'm incredibly sweet.Flavours are mixing,Both...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Under the covers,Hot, sweaty, naked,Giggling, whispering,Feeling your heat.Skin slides on cottonAnd smooths against you,Hot breath and passion,My heart skips a beat.Wriggling steamily,Nudging your leg,Wandering fingersGrab handfuls of breast.Moist breath on neckAnd a tongue in my mouth;Under the coversIs what I love the best.Knea...

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 realityWhere our dreams can be planted,Where they grow and change,Where they flourish under the sun and the stars,Where our hearts can waltzLike Fred and GingerAnd bring us joy.What necta...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Scrub-a-dub-dub,Naked cleaning the tub,Sponge in handAs I rub-a-rub-rub.Massive boobs bouncing,Swaying side to side;Ass wobbles swiftly,Inviting you inside.Bouncing curves of hot fleshMake you stop and look;Flash of something pinkerMakes you want to fuck.Sweat dripping wetly,Lemon cleaner scent;Stand erect above meAnd shag me whe...

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 rivuletsThat trace channels inYour lined face.Is it pain,Sadness,And suffering,Or bitterness,Fear,And angerThat crumple the fabric of your skinIn creases that surround your eyes?Do temptation and betrayalSqueeze a tormented soulThat flies up into the howling g...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I hold in my hands a pretty box.This smooth, clean, white paperWith the silver flecks,Like shining tears of joy,Glistens in the sunlightAs I offer it to you.I tied this red ribbon myself.It was the best that I could buy,And I shaped the bowSo that just one tug will open the knotAnd send the ribbon sliding to the floor.I hold out...

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 keepingUntil the daylight seeps into the inky worldTo kiss the awakening daisiesAs your lips kiss my shoulders.Leaning back into your chest,Arms entwined,Two clinging, two steadying,We lie in this fiery dawn.Hips to hips a...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I see the cold, pale moonlightSpear through the windowOnto the damp-cold wood of the hallway.It stabs viciously,A burning ache of hungerFor my misery to be called forth.But how can it call misery,When misery spills out and overflowsDown the steps of the front door,Black ink seeping into wet, wan parchmentAnd feathering ugly finge...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.How must it feelTo have you wrap your arm over meAs I wriggle backwardsTo press my bum against your hips,Teasing innocently and blithelyAs I get as close as I can?How must it feel to beCovered by the duvet andEnveloped by your hot, magnetic presence?Clean, fresh cotton sheets,And naked skin to naked skin;Hot chocolate and a plate...