“The lilacs near the cottage are especially lovely during the early summer. Mother and I …”
He droned on but I really wasn’t paying much attention. I hardly ever did. And certainly didn’t need to. A well timed “uh huh” and “oh really” was more than enough to keep my end of the conversation going. After all I was little more than window dressing, a showpiece for his arm.
'Lilac, like love, makes no distinction.
It will open for anyone.'
“You were splendid. Everyone just adored you; in fact several ladies inquired …”
There was no better compliment for him than jealousy over me. The more they wanted to be me, the more of me he wanted. What I wanted? Well that never mattered. Not then nor now.
'… the city lilacs
release their sweet, wild perfume
then bow down, heavy with rain.'
Some days I cry.
A flash fiction piece for d’VerseProsery: City Lilacs. The prompt was to write a flash fiction piece of 144 words or less including the line ‘…city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain.’ from the poem City Lilacs by Helen Dunmore
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Did you kiss me
Our lips touch
The briefest interlude
Of souls embraced
Did you kiss me
With eyes closed
The better to feel you
With the sensitive skin of a smile
Did you kiss me
Invite my tongue
To taste the taster of you
Lick and swallow until I am gone
Did you kiss me
Or did my imagination run away
With the desire
In this embrace?
Short stories of various lengths and heat. From a single page prose poem to a 10k word short story. From a slow build romance to hot and heavy dialogue. Read it all. And let me know what you think! Clink the picture.
Remember my name
When the birds call in the morning
The sun shines on the spot where I used to lay
Remember the night
And passion's flame
Burning desire and all that came
Remember me
For I forgot myself, with you.
Remember my name
In the scent of the sheets
In places we used to meet
In the darkness without light
In the light of the sun
The moon’s reflection
For I am lost without you
Remember my name
That once was yours
Cast from your lips
Now cast from your sight
Remember it when you cry out
In the emptiness
In a crowd
And you look around
For I am gone, and so are you.
After AllIsSaid … A collection of 40 poems about what comes after the bedroom. Sometimes that after is just mmm, sometimes it’s meh, and sometimes it’s just ffs. No matter how it ends it’s poetry. After All Is Said … Buy it now on Amazon or read it on Amazon Kindle.
The entrance of the night. The beginning of the end of day, where those in the light prepare to lay, and those of the night begin to play. Usher in the darkness, the black and the gloom. Celebrate with fire red light, red, orange and purple. Say goodbye to the day.
Come with me my love. A new world to explore. Your senses will be dulled while others expand with a roar. Close your eyes and let your mind see all that you missed during the day. The night calls, the silence falls, feel your sense slip away.
Shadows creep with the dusk. Bright eyes shine brighter still. The absence of light during midnight has yet to blanket the land. The sun still has yet to yield. Call out to the moon. Welcome her mystery, her reflected gaze. The sun is about to sleep until the breaking of a new day.
Some see dusk as the abandoning of hope. Of light slipping away. We see dusk as time afloat. What mischief will be done today?
Tiffany is stuck at home during the summer because of the pandemic. She can’t see her boyfriend and a girl has needs. Sexting can only satisfy so much. Her old high school friend is home from school; maybe she can help keep the boredom away. Who doesn’t like surprises, especially when they’re shared between friends?
A Shared Surprise is an erotic short story that explores what happens when a secret is exposed. Enjoy A Shared Surprise now.
Oh cum ye! Oh cum ye! Cum for me baby!
Don’t be silent, scream out loud!
Let the neighbors hear when I go down.
Cry out to higher powers, grip the sheets
When they get soaked, just let them be.
Open your mouth, let me in!
It doesn’t matter the time of night
When we stop or we begin
Hold me tonight, squeeze me tight
I’m gonna get loud, you cummin with me
Don’t be calm, let yourself go
Who’s my sexy girl? Who’s my dirty hoe?
C’mon girl let the world know.
You’re no virgin, you’re no child
What we do is very much adult
It ain’t mild, it’s spicy as hell
A little rough, a little wild
By the end you’ll sleep well
You’re my heaven, you’re my peace
Stay with me in between the holidays
Don’t be silent! Scream it loud!
I want to make you shake
Streams of cum squirt out, making me proud.
Sarah and Mike’s lives can get stressful with three kids. Having three kids stuck in the house during quarantine pretty much guarantees it. During a big fight things get heated … in more ways than one. Find out what happens After the kids are put to Bed. Steamy, rough and passionate.
Sitting there alone only a drink to hold your hands around. Young pup led by a bone, comes up and sniffs, looking for a home. A sad line, used too frequent, serves as invitation and irritant. “If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg was Christmas could I visit you between the holidays?” My duty, my call, is to rescue you from it all.
I walk up behind and lay my hand upon your skin. Instant ownership I claim. Send the young pup home, tail between his legs. Laying claim to what I now own as mine I slide my tongue in your mouth to tie you up.
Breathless, eyes wide, your swagger cracked but not broken. You rise up, chest out, weapons forward. Asking what gives me the right. Rights aren’t given, just claimed. I walk out daring you to follow. You chose to walk beside me out the door. Up to the threshold I allow such delusions.
At the car, the symbol of independence, I strip delusions away. Pushed against the metal, the pedal revs to go. You could shout for a red light but yellow is the light that shines. Your clothes bunch and open, access denied no longer, my hands reach the heat of your flesh in the cool of the night’s wind.
I squeeze your breast, ripe with desire. Your hand clutches the back of my head. To hold me in or to pull me away? You’re not sure. You lost the choice when you left the chair. My lips find the base of your neck. Teeth scrape your soft flesh, my soft lips suck hard. You cry out. Desire is your betrayal. What will be your conscience?
We drive to my home. My house is my lair. Never to be your prison but it may be your jail. Enter with me but only if you dare. You walk with confidence, ass shaking, hips with a sway. Little do you realize the invitation they make.
I grab your hair pulling you to me; your reins and leash for a time. Able to take your body in my arms, I hold you close and feed my desire with a kiss. Our tongues duel, your reflex is to fight, even when you’ve already given up. I enjoy the struggle but not as much as I relish the control.
You push on my chest, stepping back, undoing your blouse. I take you by the wrist. You will be naked and on your knees before me but when I say and how. You shake your head but make no move to go. Come with me. We’ll have some fun.
Fornication’s Fire
An act of passion, desire, duty, resignation? All aspects of sexual intercourse are looked at in this collection of poems.
A kiss, a flower, sweet upon my lips
The morning's fresh dew.
I wake to see your sleeping face upon last night’s pillow.
Your shoulder bare. I remember the night’s adventure:
The screams, shudders, and crying out; the heat upon your face.
I smile in memory’s glow wishing to fall once again in its embrace.
I kiss your skin, unveiled and exposed, along your neck
The mewls and coos. Hellos welcoming my lips
You turn your eyes, the color of coal, dark, shining, black
An unlit fire’s fuel, ready to burn
Your lips meet mine, sparks, igniting fire, low burning,
Your tongue meets mine and now flames burn bright
You unveil, exposing the glories of the divine
To burn the coals of fire in the morning’s light
You’ve been intimate, you’ve had a relationship, you’ve fallen in love, you’ve broken up, you’ve fallen in love again … what’s next?
After All is Said . . . 40 poems about what comes next. What happens after … in a relationship. Read these poems that get to the heart of what comes after all has been said.
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