This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Where sleeps his love tonight?Is she under canopies of deepest midnight velvet,Or graced beneath the weeping willow's sweeping arms?Does she lie in shadows...
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Take Me Over the Table
"Seconds before you walk in the door, what am I thinking?"
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this anywhere else, it has been stolen, and the thief shall be visited by scary-ass gingerbread men who will giggle at them every time they try to have a...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Hand in hand,We traverse this unknown road,Blindly mapping the terrain by distant starlight.The darkness shrouds our faces from each other,But the warmth of...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been nicked, and the thief's Happy Bits shall become ever redundant. So there.Let me lick your lollipopAnd suck your throbbing head.I don't need candy, liquorice...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I stare into the depths of your eyesWhere hurricanes passionately thunderAnd roll on the edge of this almost-calm,The centre of this intimate storm.You hold...
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...
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...
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...
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,...
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...