Love is,Familiar touch. Slow dance, bodies tight,grinding. Blazing hands against smouldering skin. Hips sway beneathflutters of white satin. The music is silent, they see only each other. Softly whispered teasingof naughty things to come. He still makes her blush. She still wants to. Someone loved yesterday,today love is adrift. If a lover's heart lost it's way,your love can survive, yetis it reason to stay?Tears may beg,...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Message begins:"Hiya, lad. It's me. I said I'd call and leave you a message...I feel really embarrassed now, just talking to nothing but your ears (even though your ears aren't there). But remember, I said that next time I left you a message, you'd need a cookie and some lube?Okay, with the cookie, you need to put it next to you...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Completely strip me naked,Regard my luscious form:Rich and ripe and gorgeous,I'm not of worldly norm.Plumply firm like cookiesFreshly from the oven,The attraction you have for meCould be conjured by a coven.Smell my spicy odour,Crave my sweet, sweet skin;Lick my flesh all overAnd pound me from within.Tweak my nipples gently,The c...
