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
Today 1:14pm
Today 1:14pm
May I Never Wither
All beauty is fleeting!
May I never wither with age,
But die while still filled with life
And its sultry desires.
Gazing down at our union,
I gasp with delight,
Grateful that my journey
Has not yet found its end.
There will be ample time
For solitude in the grave.
Time for worms to savor
My promiscuous remains.
This body, so easily surrendered
To the sweetest of pleasures,
Will, in time, return to dust.
Yet, for a season, I’ll live on
In the cherished memories ...
May I never wither with age,
But die while still filled with life
And its sultry desires.
Gazing down at our union,
I gasp with delight,
Grateful that my journey
Has not yet found its end.
There will be ample time
For solitude in the grave.
Time for worms to savor
My promiscuous remains.
This body, so easily surrendered
To the sweetest of pleasures,
Will, in time, return to dust.
Yet, for a season, I’ll live on
In the cherished memories ...
#beauty
#death
#lust
50 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
19th Dec 2024 12:30pm
Journal entry - Please Come Sweet Death
Journal entry for December 17, 2024
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely,...
#death
#lust
#motherhood
114 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Dec 2024 3:36pm
7th Dec 2024 3:36pm
Now, and Not Yet
In the marrow of your bones,
A fire kindles, a yearning grows,
You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
Lust unfurls within like a night-blooming flower,
Its scent asks only for a sinless satisfaction,
But you’re not yet the vessel to carry such a storm,
To open yourself to the flood without losing too much. ...
A fire kindles, a yearning grows,
You're young now, with skin that hungers for love,
But you’re still naive of heart.
Now, your flesh asks for the touch of others,
Fingers trace the shadows of a body
Not yet ready to bear the weight of
A man filled with grownup desire for a woman.
Lust unfurls within like a night-blooming flower,
Its scent asks only for a sinless satisfaction,
But you’re not yet the vessel to carry such a storm,
To open yourself to the flood without losing too much. ...
#LifeCycle
#lust
#teens
172 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Dec 2024 3:50pm
6th Dec 2024 3:50pm
Liquid Joy
There once was a girl with a toy.
She loved the taste of her boy.
With a lick and a kiss,
Some velvety bliss,
She swallowed his hot liquid joy.
She loved the taste of her boy.
With a lick and a kiss,
Some velvety bliss,
She swallowed his hot liquid joy.
#lust
#sex
228 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 2:19pm
4th Dec 2024 2:19pm
Make Love Often
Embrace the unknown.
Ride the foamy waves of fate.
Whatever you do, give it your all.
Make love often and with many.
Pray to the Mother of Creation
that your passions will not end until
death slices with its wide blade.
Ride the foamy waves of fate.
Whatever you do, give it your all.
Make love often and with many.
Pray to the Mother of Creation
that your passions will not end until
death slices with its wide blade.
#death
144 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 12:50pm
28th Nov 2024 12:50pm
Journal Entry - In Search of My Soul
Is this the rest of my life? A dark numbness punctuated by moments of pleasure. There's something about sharing my bed with another that fills the void inside me, if only for a short time. The laughter, the warmth, the sheer vitality of their living, breathing bodies is medicine for my spirit.
I crave touch, connection. To feel another's skin against mine, to breathe in a man's scent, to exist in the same space and share our souls! In those moments, I can almost forget the gnawing emptiness that haunts me when I'm alone. It’s the closest to contentment I’ve known.
But...
I crave touch, connection. To feel another's skin against mine, to breathe in a man's scent, to exist in the same space and share our souls! In those moments, I can almost forget the gnawing emptiness that haunts me when I'm alone. It’s the closest to contentment I’ve known.
But...
#addiction
#sex
#spiritual
212 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 4:27pm
19th Nov 2024 4:27pm
Journal Entry: An atheist's prayer
To the nameless entity that shaped my being and breathed life into this form, I come to you (or it) with a heart of longing and fear. Some say we're fearfully and wonderfully made, crafted with intention and care but I think probably not. I'm only clay in the random hands of nature and fate, given life one day and returned to dust the next.
How are we fired with complex threads of life? Through some divine mystery, we have been blessed with existence and have felt the heat of love's embrace. As humans, we cherish vessels of pleasure but continue on or our paths of aging and...
How are we fired with complex threads of life? Through some divine mystery, we have been blessed with existence and have felt the heat of love's embrace. As humans, we cherish vessels of pleasure but continue on or our paths of aging and...
#Buddhist
#death
#erotic #lust
#erotic #lust
162 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 1:25pm
14th Nov 2024 1:25pm
Vows for a Second Marriage
We gather today under the vast canopy of the universe to celebrate a new commitment between Jennifer and Herald. They stand before us as two of creation's happenstance.
As we share the joy of their union, let us acknowledge the rich experiences that have shaped them. They bring with them memories of their childhood, education, and environment. Let us be honest and acknowledge that they also bring memories of lovers, treasured without regret, as they now embark on a journey to forge a new and deeper love together. Let us encourage them to be enthralled by each other’s beauty, to...
As we share the joy of their union, let us acknowledge the rich experiences that have shaped them. They bring with them memories of their childhood, education, and environment. Let us be honest and acknowledge that they also bring memories of lovers, treasured without regret, as they now embark on a journey to forge a new and deeper love together. Let us encourage them to be enthralled by each other’s beauty, to...
#love
#marriage
#memories
163 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
Birthday Reflection at Twenty-Seven
Looking in the mirror, a silver glint caught my attention—strands of grey, evidence of my twenty-seven years. Born in September of 1997, this human vessel, like all others, is a miracle of chance.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love
120 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 8:59pm
10th Nov 2024 8:59pm
Now That I'm Forty
Imperfection is beautiful.
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
#identity
#passion
#sex
244 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Nov 2024 1:44pm
7th Nov 2024 1:44pm
Mother's Presence
Our childish whimpers
were the only sounds
from my bedroom.
Would the presence in the hallway
hear pleasure in our voices?
We were innocent as animals,
committed to our natural urges.
I thought all of eternity must have been his
during those seconds of my boyfriend's coming.
I knew it was my mother
standing there listening.
Did she stand in respect of our joining?
I sensed acceptance from her shadow.
Did she feel something of my pleasure?
A single chime from her bedroom ...
were the only sounds
from my bedroom.
Would the presence in the hallway
hear pleasure in our voices?
We were innocent as animals,
committed to our natural urges.
I thought all of eternity must have been his
during those seconds of my boyfriend's coming.
I knew it was my mother
standing there listening.
Did she stand in respect of our joining?
I sensed acceptance from her shadow.
Did she feel something of my pleasure?
A single chime from her bedroom ...
#home
#mother
#sex
181 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Nov 2024 2:21pm
5th Nov 2024 2:21pm
Creepy Creator
We flit and fly
Flutter, then die.
Does a Creator gain pleasure
from watching us?
Flutter, then die.
Does a Creator gain pleasure
from watching us?
#God
#sex
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