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
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
116 reads
4 Comments
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
139 reads
2 Comments
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
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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
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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
147 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2025 1:18pm
6th Feb 2025 1:18pm
Ancestral Roots
I am many things,
A fragment of creation,
Homo sapiens by name,
A species, distant kin to chimpanzees.
A warm-blooded mammal,
Descendant from ancient seas,
Where once protozoa danced—
The first stirrings of life.
I am stardust incarnate,
Forged from the remnants of stars,
Shaped by my father's sperm,
Cradled within my mother's womb.
I was born to a world without deities,
No whispered truths or divine decrees.
I am a fierce lover's only child,
A daughter made whole in sin.
A fragment of creation,
Homo sapiens by name,
A species, distant kin to chimpanzees.
A warm-blooded mammal,
Descendant from ancient seas,
Where once protozoa danced—
The first stirrings of life.
I am stardust incarnate,
Forged from the remnants of stars,
Shaped by my father's sperm,
Cradled within my mother's womb.
I was born to a world without deities,
No whispered truths or divine decrees.
I am a fierce lover's only child,
A daughter made whole in sin.
#atheism
#historical
#science #sex
#science #sex
128 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Feb 2025 1:04pm
4th Feb 2025 1:04pm
The Dish and the Spoon - with Adagio
It was twilight in a small town in New Mexico. I breathed deep, walking home after closing my bookshop for the night. Taking a shortcut path approaching the cul-de-sac, I felt the silence creeping up my spine. As a long-time advocate for the unbridled pleasures and misdemeanors, I obsessed quietly on "The Cat and the Fiddle," as curiosity tickled my flesh. I was obsessed with the silhouette-like movement behind curtains of the homes as I passed.
As I walked, I turned into a child and the neighborhood became the one I grew up in. The night was quiet and cold. I walked...
As I walked, I turned into a child and the neighborhood became the one I grew up in. The night was quiet and cold. I walked...
#childhood
#collaboration
#erotic #nightmares
#erotic #nightmares
172 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2025 1:12pm
2nd Feb 2025 1:12pm
Cost of Addiction
In the cramped confines of her daily life,
her words of love and desire were muffled
against the chest of unfaithful men.
Their daily harvesting of her gave
the illusion of love in a chaotic home.
In her dance of survival and despair,
she was a flicker of warmth in the gloom,
her tender lips crafting moments of care and affection,
yet each act of love drained her spirit.
At day's end, she bore stories of a mother's toil
and the scars of a woman given to pleasure.
She sought and found comfort in many men,
then...
her words of love and desire were muffled
against the chest of unfaithful men.
Their daily harvesting of her gave
the illusion of love in a chaotic home.
In her dance of survival and despair,
she was a flicker of warmth in the gloom,
her tender lips crafting moments of care and affection,
yet each act of love drained her spirit.
At day's end, she bore stories of a mother's toil
and the scars of a woman given to pleasure.
She sought and found comfort in many men,
then...
#addiction
#death
#sex
177 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 1:20pm
29th Jan 2025 1:20pm
Fountain Eyes - with Adagio
intoxicated green fountain eyes
flowing ecstasy of love's passion
untouched in the hollow chambers
of grave beyond infinity in rituals
resting your soul in death's cradle
the author's heart, once fervent and keen
now silent and still, prayers unanswered
all succumb to the endless sleep
the quill falls from lifeless fingers
words once dancing now lie silent
but in the inkwell, dry and spent, there is a rising
hardened pens still trace green fountain eyes
but the silence is deep as memories sleep ...
flowing ecstasy of love's passion
untouched in the hollow chambers
of grave beyond infinity in rituals
resting your soul in death's cradle
the author's heart, once fervent and keen
now silent and still, prayers unanswered
all succumb to the endless sleep
the quill falls from lifeless fingers
words once dancing now lie silent
but in the inkwell, dry and spent, there is a rising
hardened pens still trace green fountain eyes
but the silence is deep as memories sleep ...
#collaboration
#dark
#erotic
156 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jan 2025 4:11pm
28th Jan 2025 4:11pm
A Lover's Sketch
We met at a lecture and talked about art, our pasts, and love.
The young student asked if he could draw me, and I said yes.
I lie prone on my bed, eyes closed while he sketches.
I feel his eyes and my body hums with a quiver centered on my cunt.
I am soft and open like a flower, realizing I am wet as if
this confirmed that I’m still among the living.
I feel like a child whose differentiation from the world is
being affirmed in the soft scratching of a young artist’s pencil.
After a few minutes, the pencil was quiet.
I kept my...
The young student asked if he could draw me, and I said yes.
I lie prone on my bed, eyes closed while he sketches.
I feel his eyes and my body hums with a quiver centered on my cunt.
I am soft and open like a flower, realizing I am wet as if
this confirmed that I’m still among the living.
I feel like a child whose differentiation from the world is
being affirmed in the soft scratching of a young artist’s pencil.
After a few minutes, the pencil was quiet.
I kept my...
#art
#sex
215 reads
3 Comments
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