"Whether it’s east, west, north, or south, filling the honey pot is best done with morning wood."
The dawn sun slowly peeks over the eastern horizon. My eyes slowly open to the brightness of the morn; taking in the sight of your glorious morning wood, pointing northwards.Kissing your charming lips, I lift myself upon you. You stir...
"There is no wrong answer."
In case you may ask, I woke up a few minutes ago. It's dawn here on the island so it's still dark outside. The sun doesn't rise until around seven later. Going back to sleep again is something I won't...
"I was residing alone at the beachside cottage until the day she walked in with her older lover."
“I swear if you don’t fuck me tonight, I’m going to go and have filthy, hot sex with that young guy in the next shack!”The woman’s voice drifted in with the wind through my open window. To my knowledge, this...
"Drawing us to where reeds sweep, and bowed willows gently wither weep"
The sun ascended to its apex highTraversing dawn’s rich clementine skyBurning off the morning veilOf misty haze so thin and frailThat it hung amid the old oak treesMotionless without a breezeEthereal as a silken shroudAnd humid as diluted cloudThat rolled...
"Love at first light"
We leave the kitchen a messof spilt milk, crumbled bread crust, and honeydripping from a forgotten jar.Breakfast is on crumpled sheetsclenched between tight fingersand crushed under the weight of two.Your heavy breath whispered betweenhard kisses sinks beneath my skinand warms...
"Sometimes you don't get to choose your bedfellow"
While the rest of the world sleepsPain creeps in like a villain in the darkIt is a formidable opponent to battle The contrast it creates is quite stark My curvy body, is so readily sexual But it now betrays me...
"know me"
... Dawn bleeds into the stars. My arms enfold you, heart wooing you to taste my desolate beauty. These kisses cover your heart in silent words. Oh beloved, this is a deep rich thing, this awakening, this forever rising. I...
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...
"Relaxed, stripped of tense pretense and clothed only in bodily essence"
N is for Naked Naked came I within Wondrous, winding ways Of imagination’s dream; My only clothing, skin. It is my mind I’m stripped Of body shame of being Encased in others’ decree That from myself be ripped. I stand...
I look at my watch. 6:38am. “Fuck,” I muttered to myself, “another all-nighter” My schedule has never been what you call normal. My workshop is at home, in my basement - and I find the stillness of the night calming....
