The paper is empty. The pen lays alone. The words non-delivered. No anything shown. For how can I write now she’s walked away? My words have dried up. I have nothing to say. I needed her grace, her body, her mind, to show me the meaning of all that I find. She once said she loved me. She coloured my soul. My teacher, my mistress, my journey, my goal. We’d write love for hours. We’d giggle, we’d kiss. We’d feel sorry for a...
Standing about 5 foot 10 inches, and a bit husky, Daniel was ruggedly handsome with or with out his glasses and he had a hell of a winning smile and brown hair. Daniel sat at his desk in a dark office illuminated by the light of a screen, wracking his mind for ideas. He hadn't posted a single lusty word to the Lush Stories site in weeks. There was no way he wanted to quit but he was drawing a blank on the next step of his...
I wanted you to have the option, and hoped you wouldn't take it, I want you to be happy, and excited and free to love, I want you to love me, and to do so of your own choosing. I want you to be dangerous, and risky and sometimes mysterious. How is it that you can never be if you haven’t even asked what I want from you? Ive been quiet, Ive done whats expected, Ive lived tragic, and forgotten. So Ill take dangerous, if its...
I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris, I assume avuncular circumspect over her horizon. Her sky sucks rain that swallows my smoldering sun. Tasmanian blue gum shadows sit restless in the river’s bend, Ornithes Areioi circles concentric overhead beneath a placid gibbous moon. We sighing lovers who part before Auroras elastic dawn, lay unfeathered the in dark unfurrowed arcades and l...
Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 6am. Somewhere in Paris... Don't know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I've known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It's not like I dread digging it and hauling it to my studio or even preparing it. I enjoy it. Just haven’t felt like getting out after hours the past few weeks. I probably made it to bed around 1am last night. Had to...
I really just don’t get it, I don’t get it at all.He said that he would look for me but ignored me when I called. Distant and rather hostile I didn’t really understand.What was this attitude coming from this formerly so sweet man? It was like a light switch that went off in my head.My lust for him died all at once, it seemed really dead. I’ll always be fond of him and consider him a friend.But this cat and mouse game he p...
It was one of those boring days again. John would make me sit as still as I could, and use me as he always did whenever he had a sudden epiphany to paint. “keep quiet and just help me, darling,” he would mutter whenever I made a peep of complaint, and he would silence me completely with a long and hard kiss before he stepped away from me, his eyes never leaving me, and sit again at his infernal favorite position, behind ...
