Good Morning, I Love You
"For my sweetness"
I awaken to your loveYour smile, it is so sweetYour words that send a touch Send me rolling in the sheets Hi baby and I love you Words that make me smileNever bringing me the blues Though we've had our...
desire
Longing for a Touch
"Craving the touch of his hand...."
Too much time has passed since we lasted touched.The feel of you is such a complete and physical rush.I look upon the full moon above my head,and remember your body next to me in our bed. The way my skin...
Fire burning, my skin is flushed My skin is burning for finger's brush Across my thighs, across my breastsMy heart is melting in my chest Need, desire burn my flesh As I await your sweet caress My lips are wet,...
Like hoof beats The sound, the feel of hooves striking the dry hard ground My heart beats Pounding hard in my chest Like the wind Blowing wildly through their manes Your fingers run through my hair Fanning it out around...
All I Desire
"While he is away, I finish the poems I wrote for him. Hurry back.., it's gettin crazy :)-"
My skin craves the touch that burns My voice cries out his name He has found my depth He has staked his claim My soul he has uncovered My surface has been shed Treasures locked deep within He is keeper...
Light like the sun Light like the spring Soft touch of his light Feels like a dream Light as a breeze Light on my feetHe makes my heart dance Spin in his heat Light shines so bright Light shows me...
The distance Between you and me A thousand little lights Some of them red, some of them green We live below the same big sky The same million little stars We can see the same moon Yet we are so...
Sweet Nothings
"Feelings I feel for my Online Friend and Lover..."
I like to read stories and poems on Lush;Â I take my time and try not to rush. There was a story that stuck out; I left some praise on how I felt. Awhile later, you wrote me back; We...
Curly Head Takes The Stage
"For My Sugar Man... How he likes it, part truth, part fantasy"
Well.. here he was again, at the same old titty bar he was at last week and the week before. Shit, thinking about it he realized he'd been coming here once a week for the past six months, always after...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Web of silken threadsWeaves the moon from starry-splendouredElysium where traverseTranscendent breaths of gods and men.Lift and soar the spirits calling,And bring joy to rest...