Submissions by Latin_blossom (Andrea Pompa)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Her first time: part 1
He took a step closer to her; noticig her cheecks flush, he smiled knowing he cornered his prey. He slides his hand up along her thigh, slowly upward to the cotton crotch of her panties. She stands frozen unsure what might come of this, so she pushes him away. But he has other things in mind---
He makes a grab for her neck shoves her up agaisnt the wall, presses his body up against her---
She is stunned at first until, his hot breath imprints her ear, words spill from his lips " I want you," His knee moves between her legs; his hand moves to the small of her back, he moves...
He makes a grab for her neck shoves her up agaisnt the wall, presses his body up against her---
She is stunned at first until, his hot breath imprints her ear, words spill from his lips " I want you," His knee moves between her legs; his hand moves to the small of her back, he moves...
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Only a Sweet Dream
Deep down I know you care,
But I wish you'd show me more
On the surface.
You still don't know me
And I you.
But is it crazy to want to?
My mind lingers on your voice
Wishing you were here
To hold me close and whisper
"chiquita, mi amor, mi vida, Te amo mucho"
I blush and look away,
Your hand gently touches
My cheek, turning me to face you.
My breath slows, my heart
Nearly stops... I honestly dont think
You know what you do to me.
I earn to know what your truly thinking--
You bring me closer, my hands run
Up...
But I wish you'd show me more
On the surface.
You still don't know me
And I you.
But is it crazy to want to?
My mind lingers on your voice
Wishing you were here
To hold me close and whisper
"chiquita, mi amor, mi vida, Te amo mucho"
I blush and look away,
Your hand gently touches
My cheek, turning me to face you.
My breath slows, my heart
Nearly stops... I honestly dont think
You know what you do to me.
I earn to know what your truly thinking--
You bring me closer, my hands run
Up...
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Unspoken
Untold life, held back behind
Eyes of earth colored luster;
Untold secrects kept locked behind
Lips so sweet of honey, soft as
The petals of a hibiscus flower;
Untold pain that sways in the wind,
As we sway our hips to the sound
Of our latin blood that beats, beats to
Coursing rivers, to flowing streams to
The storms that rage around us.
This is the unspoken words that hide
Behind our skin of sand strong
Enough to cut, but weak when the ocean
Waves roll upon us.
Untold. Unspoken. Unheard of.
Eyes of earth colored luster;
Untold secrects kept locked behind
Lips so sweet of honey, soft as
The petals of a hibiscus flower;
Untold pain that sways in the wind,
As we sway our hips to the sound
Of our latin blood that beats, beats to
Coursing rivers, to flowing streams to
The storms that rage around us.
This is the unspoken words that hide
Behind our skin of sand strong
Enough to cut, but weak when the ocean
Waves roll upon us.
Untold. Unspoken. Unheard of.
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Online Lover
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Latin_blossom (Andrea Pompa)