Don't do it, they told me. You'll regret it, they warned me. Once you let him back in, you'll be hurt, be burned again. He will do it again, you'll see. Please, just walk away, let him be. But I couldn't resist his words, his smile. He opened his arms for me. He wrapped around my heart so softly I almost didn't know he was there. He was so welcoming, so kind, so loving He could reach into every crevice of my heart until t...

Red marks all over my body my lips bruised after kissing your bearded mouth my neck - red since you let your lips wander down to my nipples my breasts hurt marked with a flush going all the way down thinking of a burn as of negative and painful not anymore the delicious rash you leave on my skin the fever followed by shivers I reconsider, feeling your stubble on my inner thigh sharp intakes with every tickle prying open m...

The air has an edge,Chalky and gritty and filled with smoke,Like last Tuesday,Like every Tuesday before. Violent music pounds the amps,Thick bass tangles in my hair,Hatred and angst, rebellionUndulates the crowd. Glaze drapes over bleary eyes,Still, I see her, again,Like a beacon.Melted and dirty and used,On a shiny-red, leather sofa,Dragging on a stolen cigarette. A fingertip chipped in blood-red,Taps the beat into her t...

Tell me what you want,Tell me what you long for,Use my body for the fantasies,That titillate your core. Tell me what you crave,That which makes you melt,Use the words I cannot hear,Words that are only felt. Run your fingers on my skin,Til I submit to your caress,And my chills will read like braille,Obscene stories from my flesh. Filthy tales of excitement,Inscribed by your lust,Setting forth a devotion,Simply built on tru...

The whispering of your voice still echoes all aroundThe smell of your perfume suffocates the air I breatheYour picture still hangs in a frame on the wallYou still linger deep on my mindThe crease in the pillow where your head once layThe stains upon the sheets of where we made passionate loveThe cold dark nights in which I held you tightYou still linger deep on my mindThat day you departed, without saying goodbyeThe echo...

A feeling inside causes my fingers to gently quiverA search for a deeper connection with someone, anyoneTo have actual physical contact with anotherMy manly rough skin still awaiting to be caressed, or even touchedA heart inside that beats irregularMissing that singular extra thumpHanded to me by another, to protect and watch overLips that have never been kissed, in any show of deep affectionA fire still burns within my v...

I found myself aloneBeautiful love storiesAre not immune From the laws of nature Not all meant to surviveNumb as my heartSpilled onto the floorA garbled heap of Puddles and pieces Unspoken wordsAnd broken promises Broken heart healingI realized I had needsAs a woman I craved The touch of a manBut knew I was not readyI could not seem to quiet The ache building in me Fueled by desire Threatening to ignite Devouring all that...

You and I Have a languageNo words are required It is our own danceWith a natural give and takeWe are yin and yangLight and dark You feed my darkness I bathe you in lightTogether a beautiful hue Back and forth Apart and togetherFluently movingAlways we do our danceTogether we igniteWe are combustible While apart we areWandering and lostI imagine you oftenAs day turns to nightHow your lips would feelAs they part to kiss min...

When you and I meet it is a matter of love, Rich, generous and vast, An affair of the heart not just of lust, But the heart isn't where it stops. We continue on to become creatures of sex, Horny beasts filled with love, lust and deep desire, Clothes are ripped off and flung carelessly aside, That pretty dress now a heap on the floor. Love evolves and becomes a burning fire, Tearing through our bodies, Coursing through our...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Follow the curves of the swaying hips,Through the rocking of luscious And secret desires,Down dewy and musk-scented sweating skinWhere blushing blooms her occult swell.A close-cropped swathe of honey-goldAdorns the mound of plump, swelling delight,And thisDaughter of EarthSpreads her legs apartTo open the cleft of her core toYou....

When I am with you, There is fire. When I am with you, I burn. When I am with you, I am consumed. You make me ferocious, Virtually unstoppable, You make me shine, Bright against the darkness, You make me dance, Flames flicking against the space. The flints strike and the tinder lights, Darkness is engulfed by your presence, Everything a little bit lighter for the brief time you are there, Fire grows and absorbs everything...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Flickering flames and shadows writheAcross the surface of your bare skinAs you bask in the heat of the fireAnd my mouth.Yellow and orange tendrils twistIn the umber of your eyesWhere I see fountains of passionSparking and risingIn roaring, fearsome depths.My image is wreathed by glowing ribbonsOf panting desire whereYour gaze sca...