I don't fear the nightAs it comes writhing inAnd embraces me In its welcoming arms. The whisper of darknessAnchors my dreams When they're soaringThrough the opaqueMist of my mind.Treasured memoriesEdge into my soul,Fueling dormant desiresAching to be set free again.I fear the lightAnd...
whispers
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You are a kiss and a whisper away,Floating in the the streetlight's ethereal orangeThat soaks the walls whilstTree shadows dance and skitterIn autumnal gusting...
A break, that last gasp The one that leaves a void A silent whisper within dreams Moments of lust lived Now lost yet not forgotten Kisses that once raved Rivers of tears flow Without shame Once, they were of joy Life moves fast Flavors crave, change Shadows become color Two that danced An unheard tune For a bit, a while The music ceased The tempo suddenly stopped A pause, or maybe not It was beautiful Lovely thoughts shared Words exchanged for all to see The time has come You have Yours I have Mine Smile and know Life is grand Come what may
Your soft breathCaresses my skin. A tender kiss, Ignites a slumbering desire That burned out long ago. You take time To find my soul, And search my deepest thoughts, Consuming every hidden place In my trembling heart. You touch me...
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"Giving all without looking back"
Stepping out of shadows, just you and I Your hand taking mine, holding so tight As I follow your lead, no turning back I have no idea what awaits Yet this is how we are Your scent inhaled deep as I breathe Sensual temptation, a naughty wink The air is sweet, nothing compares I feel that sudden rush, wet anticipation Your hands upon my body Taking all that is yours That whisper that melts my soul Heated desire to release The passion that thrives Pulsing, wanting, craving The push, the pull, the sounds A low throaty moan escapes From lips that tremble wanting more Entering the realm of dreams It is our time, our world, us Now we belong to each other Many eyes see and wonder The fact of the matter is that We are more than they will ever know
What I Tell You In The Darkness
"Sometimes pillow talk is just pillow talk, and sometimes it's not."
What I tell you in the darkness… That which starts in syllables Whispers and cries A combination of agony and ecstasy Dream and reality When my body is wrapped around yours Every inch of me sensitive to the feel of you Skin on skin The inner me...
Angel in Your Hands
"Hands that Hold with Freedom by Choice"
Your hands dressed me this morning They ran the terrain of my body as My shivers created moans of deep pleasure Sighs arose from my vibrating throat Quivers overtook my very soul, breathing heavy, Moisture flowed at the touch of...