Submissions by Nizana (Lauryn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My mother wrote poems when she was younger, mostly about love. Later she returned to poetry to express thoughts and desires that she'd squelched over time. She passed the torch to me (her daughter) when she entered treatment.
EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2025 1:12pm
18th Mar 2025 1:12pm
Co-Creators
I kneel before him in prayer, caught in a whirlwind of
a man who stands at the pulpit of a Dallas church.
There's an energy about him that I can't escape,
nor do I wish to.
Even when my body feels weak,
I yearn for his presence.
Sleep loses its allure when
weighed against the possibility of
basking in his warmth.
I want him inside me. All the time.
I want his weight on top of me.
I want to squeeze him in deep.
The ache of this longing
is the sweetest hurt.
My arms possess a strength
born of...
a man who stands at the pulpit of a Dallas church.
There's an energy about him that I can't escape,
nor do I wish to.
Even when my body feels weak,
I yearn for his presence.
Sleep loses its allure when
weighed against the possibility of
basking in his warmth.
I want him inside me. All the time.
I want his weight on top of me.
I want to squeeze him in deep.
The ache of this longing
is the sweetest hurt.
My arms possess a strength
born of...
#God
#morality
#religion #sex
#religion #sex
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 12:23pm
12th Mar 2025 12:23pm
The Bedroom Door
Our home was quiet since her father left four years before.
A single bare yellow light bulb lit the porch
Where my little girl fell into the arms of a boy
As I had done years before, caught in the spell of a first love.
Weeks later, I stood outside her bedroom door,
A stoic sentinel holding thoughts of my first time.
While listening to her laughter echo against the
walls of her modest room, I felt the sting of tears.
The years had flown past me like the gentle weep of willows.
Memories stirred my own youthful giggles, long...
A single bare yellow light bulb lit the porch
Where my little girl fell into the arms of a boy
As I had done years before, caught in the spell of a first love.
Weeks later, I stood outside her bedroom door,
A stoic sentinel holding thoughts of my first time.
While listening to her laughter echo against the
walls of her modest room, I felt the sting of tears.
The years had flown past me like the gentle weep of willows.
Memories stirred my own youthful giggles, long...
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#sex #teens
#sex #teens
161 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Mar 2025 1:27pm
8th Mar 2025 1:27pm
That Dark Door
Gracious, she sips the wine,
as if a blushing bride,
delicate as morning light.
They both know there is
no stopping now.
Inside of her, he is
born again and again,
Her innocent infant lips,
seek the nourishment of love,
a lifetime's feast in a moment's dance.
They writhe and flourish—
blooms in time's vast garden.
When the dance ends,
she steps through
that dark door,
where all must go.
as if a blushing bride,
delicate as morning light.
They both know there is
no stopping now.
Inside of her, he is
born again and again,
Her innocent infant lips,
seek the nourishment of love,
a lifetime's feast in a moment's dance.
They writhe and flourish—
blooms in time's vast garden.
When the dance ends,
she steps through
that dark door,
where all must go.
#death
#erotic
#love
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2025 5:34pm
2nd Mar 2025 5:34pm
A Vow of Devotion - for a friend's marriage ceremony
In the hush of this cherished night,
They'll step into a harmonious embrace,
A dance of hearts, a sacred rite.
And so, it begins, each gesture, a vow of devotion
In his gentle pressing he seeks to
honor and cherish his new wife.
And she, with grace, responds in kind,
Sharing the depths of her affection,
As the animals at their core fulfill
a timeless covenant with the
Mother of all creation.
They'll step into a harmonious embrace,
A dance of hearts, a sacred rite.
And so, it begins, each gesture, a vow of devotion
In his gentle pressing he seeks to
honor and cherish his new wife.
And she, with grace, responds in kind,
Sharing the depths of her affection,
As the animals at their core fulfill
a timeless covenant with the
Mother of all creation.
#marriage
#nature
#sex
152 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2025 4:45pm
23rd Feb 2025 4:45pm
Sacred Curiosity
In a quiet moment of sacred curiosity,
she approached him—
the unknown,
the untouched,
the unlearned.
With hands trembling
like leaves in a winter wind,
she undressed him,
each fold of cloth a secret
flowering into the light.
She was a young explorer,
finding artifacts of flesh
and whispers of pulse,
proofs of an existence
beyond what she’d imagined.
Her mother had warned her of
places that eyes should not see,
that hands should not reach.
But the world was hers now ...
she approached him—
the unknown,
the untouched,
the unlearned.
With hands trembling
like leaves in a winter wind,
she undressed him,
each fold of cloth a secret
flowering into the light.
She was a young explorer,
finding artifacts of flesh
and whispers of pulse,
proofs of an existence
beyond what she’d imagined.
Her mother had warned her of
places that eyes should not see,
that hands should not reach.
But the world was hers now ...
#sex
#teens
282 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Feb 2025 2:41pm
21st Feb 2025 2:41pm
History
As I woke, my eyes came to rest
on my lover’s penis lying limp and at ease.
I thought of its history with this man’s life.
They’d been together 34 years and he’d
handled it daily from the time his hands
began to explore his body.
It had known many women and now me as well.
I wondered what they were like,
what pleasure had they found in Shawn
as he moved through his youth and then adulthood.
In the morning light, his penis was a dark shadow,
reminding me of the first time
I was confronted with my father’s ...
on my lover’s penis lying limp and at ease.
I thought of its history with this man’s life.
They’d been together 34 years and he’d
handled it daily from the time his hands
began to explore his body.
It had known many women and now me as well.
I wondered what they were like,
what pleasure had they found in Shawn
as he moved through his youth and then adulthood.
In the morning light, his penis was a dark shadow,
reminding me of the first time
I was confronted with my father’s ...
#childhood
#father
#morality #sex
#morality #sex
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Feb 2025 5:48pm
20th Feb 2025 5:48pm
Beginning at the Ending of Love
His eyes were new to me and glistened
With a tender hope that I couldn't return.
He watched my face, searching as I knelt,
Lost in a sea of regret but longing for human touch.
His hand on my bare shoulders reminded me
Of other men. A flush of shame warmed my cheeks
As I thought of this man’s wife.
The weight of my hands betrayed the fatigue
From fifteen years of holding together a marriage that
Died despite my desperate grip.
I lowered my head, inhaling deeply,
Trying to steady the relentless drumming...
With a tender hope that I couldn't return.
He watched my face, searching as I knelt,
Lost in a sea of regret but longing for human touch.
His hand on my bare shoulders reminded me
Of other men. A flush of shame warmed my cheeks
As I thought of this man’s wife.
The weight of my hands betrayed the fatigue
From fifteen years of holding together a marriage that
Died despite my desperate grip.
I lowered my head, inhaling deeply,
Trying to steady the relentless drumming...
#breakup
#lust
#sex
212 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 2:05pm
17th Feb 2025 2:05pm
Everything is Good
As Shawn licked my flowering lips, I heard him whisper,
“Everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected
if it is received with thanksgiving.”
Then he rose quietly over me and added,
“Thank you for what I am about to receive”
in the kindest voice I’d ever heard from a man.
I looked at his dark chest with wonder
as he towered over me holding his hardened cock.
He almost smiled when his eyes met mine.
I placed my hands in the small of his back
and drew him closer
feeling the edge of him...
“Everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected
if it is received with thanksgiving.”
Then he rose quietly over me and added,
“Thank you for what I am about to receive”
in the kindest voice I’d ever heard from a man.
I looked at his dark chest with wonder
as he towered over me holding his hardened cock.
He almost smiled when his eyes met mine.
I placed my hands in the small of his back
and drew him closer
feeling the edge of him...
#God
#love
#sex
200 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
15th Feb 2025 1:50pm
Love of a Preacher Man
Written from a journal entry about Shawn.
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
Here I am at 27, a single mother, an addict unable to care for my child. I've been labeled a whore by many. But still, he cares for me. I stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope in the form of a man whose heart is as big as downtown Dallas.
He is a preacher, his voice ringing through the halls of his storefront church, offering salvation to those like me, cast aside by society. With boundless kindness, he spends his days serving the homeless, preparing meals with the same love a mother might put into a family dinner.
...
#admiration
#Christian
#love #religion
#love #religion
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Feb 2025 9:36pm
13th Feb 2025 9:36pm
Kind Man's Healing
I kneel before this man,
naked as I have before others,
yet he is different;
his kindness is familiar to me.
He is a man who selflessly gives
to the poor and heals with affirming words.
His presence now, his desire,
stems not from lust but from a longing to heal.
I feel his dark warmth
against the palms of my praying hands.
My faces burns as he grows firm, reaching upward.
A solitary tear escapes his swollen brown crown
as if mourning our pasts
but anticipating a healing’s approach.
I lean in, my lips...
naked as I have before others,
yet he is different;
his kindness is familiar to me.
He is a man who selflessly gives
to the poor and heals with affirming words.
His presence now, his desire,
stems not from lust but from a longing to heal.
I feel his dark warmth
against the palms of my praying hands.
My faces burns as he grows firm, reaching upward.
A solitary tear escapes his swollen brown crown
as if mourning our pasts
but anticipating a healing’s approach.
I lean in, my lips...
#emotional
#healing
#kindness #sex
#kindness #sex
244 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Feb 2025 11:36am
11th Feb 2025 11:36am
Breaking Promises
A stirring, deep and unbidden,
thrilling, and terrifying.
Seduction sketches on the horizon,
looming large over my short life.
He belongs to another yet
our paths draw us
toward forbidden fruits that are sweet,
hanging heavy with consequence.
His image, a persistent whisper,
is tucked into the folds of my mind,
like my grandmother's quilt
carefully stowed to hide the fraying edges.
My apartment is silent,
except for the innocent breaths
of my child, unaware of the storm
growing in her mother's heart....
thrilling, and terrifying.
Seduction sketches on the horizon,
looming large over my short life.
He belongs to another yet
our paths draw us
toward forbidden fruits that are sweet,
hanging heavy with consequence.
His image, a persistent whisper,
is tucked into the folds of my mind,
like my grandmother's quilt
carefully stowed to hide the fraying edges.
My apartment is silent,
except for the innocent breaths
of my child, unaware of the storm
growing in her mother's heart....
#betrayal
#lust
#morality
213 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Feb 2025 1:52pm
8th Feb 2025 1:52pm
Respect
I want some respect, to be human, complete,
I’m not just a vagina, but a soul to greet.
I’m weary of sex that cuts and demeans—
See me as human, not a fucking machine.
I’m not just a vagina, but a soul to greet.
I’m weary of sex that cuts and demeans—
See me as human, not a fucking machine.
#anger
#hate
#sex
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