images I think I can only create in icing or spilled nail polish something raw and slick and shining reflective I can’t paint and the words don’t seem to come to describe images of deep blood red and ivory cream...
Love Poems
Long to touch
"an opposite perspective challenge."
Pussy throbs Tightening Twitching Surging lips tickle each other Attempting to reach out for pleasure Soft as rose petals Smelling of musky sex Awakening a burning A yearning Yearning for the tip That delicious soft tip of his rock hard...
I Lost My Penis
"Just a bit of whimsy on a dull day. My mind is wandering again."
I lost my penis. I don’t know where it is. I held it in my hand, When I took my morning whiz.My ardent lover Had it in her mouth Just before We moved it south. I pushed and pulled And...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.He lay in the rainy moonlight on All Hallows EveAwaiting his lover's kiss.Shafts of watery pearly blue glowed upon his skinAs the scudding clouds...
She rolls across the bed her soft smooth skin sliding around the silk sheetHis hand finds her round soft breast and squeezes firmly.A soft moan escapes from her red lips. Please take me. She moans.His answering chuckle is gruff and...
Pussy Nonsense
"A silly rhyme about pussies and fucking and whatnot..."
I I leared at her pussy and decided it was Time to gorge on her beautiful flower. I nuzzled her cunny, licking her honey She was ready and sweet to devour. Her pussy was glistening, it fit like a glove...
I feel it tighten around my neck as I look up into his eyes that pierce right through mine I can smell the fresh leather, I can feel the metal studs pushing into my flesh I moan as I hear...
E is for Eating Out
"Pussy is a dish best served hot"
The most amorous epicurean pleasure, Up to which none others can measure, Is that rarest meat treat by far. I mean, of course, pussy tartar. It’s a sexual gastronomic treasure. This girly gastronomic delight Is delicious when it’s served right....
Starr Crossed Lovers Whose Mood Turns to Doom
"My poetic tribute to fatuous fate and infatuation."
Behold six pairs of doomed lovers,Slain by their own hands or by another.With poison, knife, serpent and lust.Ah! But whose marriage really went bust?Heloise and Abelard. Both were brilliant.He was unmanned but still proved resilient.Paris and Helen launched ships and...
The Sailor and the Siren
"A sailor makes his choice."
This poem only available on Lush StoriesThe darkening seas of jaded greensPeaked and troughed under gloaming skies;The whispers of the unknown deadLaced the waters with their sighs.He stood upon the deck, astern,And watched the sinking gold,Another age of life and...