"I believe dreams come true, I believe in me and you"
Daydreaming on my swing I never want to leave My head is in the clouds I'm caught up in your sweet Thinking of wonderful Thinking of love Thinking what's possible As doves woo above I hear a bee buzzing It...
I still know your step, Gentle sound of bare feet, And rustle of sand under your feet, When the foaming waves, Accepted in silent embrace, Make garlands around legs, As the chains of my fate... I still know your smell,...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Ache inside,I grip my thighs aroundImaginary hipsAnd feel your weightPress down upon meWith kisses for my lips.Hunger, yearning,Lust and desperation,Passion, loneliness,Depths of strong frustration.Undulations...
"Teased to breaking point John succumbs; more than one dream is fulfilled!"
In 1968 Andy Warhol posited "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes." Of course neither he nor Marshall McLuhan had ever heard of twitter or Paris Hilton and the sex-tape Kardashian family. As all great geniuses they...
"Misguided relationship"
Friend me she said, I remember the day. So many months ago, But seems like just yesterday. Chat me she said, You seem like a nice guy. I don’t have many friends, So I gave it a try. Kiss me...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You are in the hiss of the white glowing foamThat quickly crawls its wayUp the moonlit sand,Where tiny pinpricks of Neptune's starsTwinkle their way...
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...
"How many men actually get the girl of their dreams?"
John stood transfixed feeling the fine grains of pure white sand squish between his toes. He looked along the pristine white beach and saw her standing on the edge of the endless white band of sand that stretched off seemingly...
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...
