"This is a short poem, intentionally so, and is my very first submission on Lush."
Be still, Whilst my tender tongue tastes, In silken kisses divine and chaste. Be still, Whilst you languish in lust’s lair, Our bodies flushed and fevered and bare. Be still, Whilst I dream in delighted debauchery, Ecstatically wanton in our...
"Dirty family secrets and lies"
Prologue Gabriel entered the dimly lit room. Machinery whirred and blipped. His sweet grandmother lay in a nest of wires and tubes, her silver hair a frothy halo around her head. She looked so frail, this woman who’d raised him...
"Pop Tart"
Four months later… Abigail rubbed her temples, her headache growing by leaps and bounds the closer the car drew to the Montenegro estate. Thankfully, the chauffer didn’t try to strike up any conversation. She had much to contemplate. Her sister...
"Gabriel comes to claim what's his."
Pop Tart was a little fluff of nothing. When the windblown blonde had stalked out barefoot from Ariel’s house, muttering under her breath and fighting with the Vera Wang knock off, Gabriel had reluctantly felt intrigued. He hadn’t recognized her...
"After a long and boring relationship, a cheated-on man finds a new spark of passion online."
My name is Dillon and I’m bored. I never imagined my life as an executive administrator to be a whirlwind of excitement, but this is getting out of hand. I can handle not having the most glamorous job in the...
"Hungry hearts burn for release."
The effect you impart upon my heart, To fuse your view within,Those memory pictures, explicitly bold Begin my rising start… The embellishing delicacies draped refined, Accouterments visions galore,Such fantasy primers infuse my pulse, You are my ache sublime. Your cues,...
"Temptation, temptation..."
It had been another busy work day at Alistair & King. Rhonda Peters’ day had progressed like it usually did: she’d have Gabriel’s coffee ready and waiting, she’d lay out his day planner for him, take care of his phone...
"A warm light shines brightly through the cold and shadow"
Tomasz is cold. He shouldn’t be. It’s mid-morning, summer, and the city is in the middle of what the voice on the radio had described as a heat wave. On top of that, the air conditioner mounted on the bedroom...
"Love is a journey on a stormy sea"
We sail the tormented seas of life, we never find where we wish to end. only to end somewhere alone to not know someone to speak of or to like ships passing we never know who we will meet or...
"Can Gabriel still work with his intern after what happened last Friday?"
Rachel’s stomach was in knots as she walked into her law firm on Monday morning. She hadn’t seen or heard from Gabriel during the weekend (not that she was expecting to), but the incident that had happened in his office...