"What risks do we take when we become vulnerable and offer ourselves to someone?"
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I see the cold, pale moonlightSpear through the windowOnto the damp-cold wood of the hallway.It stabs viciously,A burning ache of hungerFor my misery to...
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...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lying back in your mischievous arms,I'm sinking into this heady dazeOf thrills and wigglesOf gamesome joysThat wash me through with deep desires.Fluttering gigglesRun over...
"A short poem"
Can you feel it inside, this heat and this flame?Can you tell what it is? Can you speak its name?Will you put up your guard to keep it at bay?Endlessly fighting the inevitable away?Does my intensity frighten? Is my ardour...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Rushing down this endless night,And spinning in the midnight blue,Clutching at the empty air,Are transcendental thoughts of you.Spirits ablaze, unhappy pairBoth face the twilight...
"While mowing my yard ... Today I Cried ... thinking of you."
TODAY, I CRIED… … Over a love that once was alive and then died.… Over hurtful things in our lives.… Over mistakes made that cannot be denied.… Over ‘heart’ decisions that don’t come easy.… Over the open cage that once...
"Romantic longing of a tortured mind."
She is my lovely apparition. My nameless wraith which haunts me still.I would tear the night from the very sky,should its promised darkness not bring her to me.And lo I lay here in silent prayer,that she make me suffer with...
"Longing for that touch ... the things I miss."
I miss your ...Fingertip across my lips shushing me for a kiss...Kiss so gentle it can barely be felt ...Hands, fingers cradling my face, turning it towards you for a kiss...Soft squeeze on my arms, fingertip under my chin...Wet kiss...
I long to be with you To see your sweet smile The sparkle in your eyes As I slip into your arms; I long to be with you To feel the warmth of your skin As it touches mine When...
my hand strokes you gently during those early morning hours of sleep and dreaming. I think of your body singing over me in deep bass tones of honey and midnight. these moments should be enough but they wake in me...
