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
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
222 reads
2 Comments
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
206 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
190 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
231 reads
2 Comments
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
239 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
188 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
265 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jan 2025 1:46pm
27th Jan 2025 1:46pm
The Tree of Life
I hold his arms and gaze down,
reminded of how much an erect penis
looks like a lone tree standing naked of its leaves
as if seeking to draw life’s essence into its pours.
His shaft is beautiful, and its swollen crown is like a canopy.
It is rooted at the base of his smooth, firm torso.
For me this is the tree of life, the only life I will ever know.
This tree brought me into the world.
This tree has been the object of all earthly lusts.
And earthly is all there is for me.
This is a physical world and mine will end soon enough. ...
reminded of how much an erect penis
looks like a lone tree standing naked of its leaves
as if seeking to draw life’s essence into its pours.
His shaft is beautiful, and its swollen crown is like a canopy.
It is rooted at the base of his smooth, firm torso.
For me this is the tree of life, the only life I will ever know.
This tree brought me into the world.
This tree has been the object of all earthly lusts.
And earthly is all there is for me.
This is a physical world and mine will end soon enough. ...
#lust
#men
#sex
259 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2025 2:34pm
22nd Jan 2025 2:34pm
God, What a Moment
It was... God, what a moment!
It was a moment encased in an eternity of moments.
And so, in fact, my first orgasm was insignificant
To the arc of history. But for me, it was the most meaningful
Moment of my life and the arrival of life’s abundance
And potential for joy.
In truth, every thought, every action,
And yes, every addiction after that moment
Has been an attempt to capture ecstasy and make it last.
It was a moment encased in an eternity of moments.
And so, in fact, my first orgasm was insignificant
To the arc of history. But for me, it was the most meaningful
Moment of my life and the arrival of life’s abundance
And potential for joy.
In truth, every thought, every action,
And yes, every addiction after that moment
Has been an attempt to capture ecstasy and make it last.
#addiction
#LifeChangingMoment
#orgasm
264 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jan 2025 2:43pm
12th Jan 2025 2:43pm
First Night
He gazed at his lover with awe,
A body without any flaw.
She was a newborn fawn
With grace now adorned,
Their bodies were deeply enthralled.
For years I had watched her grow sure,
Her skills and her confidence pure.
The boy by her side,
Saw the pride in my eyes,
For my daughter, whose heart was unstirred.
In silence, they lay close together,
Clinging so that no mother could sever.
In the hallway, I stood,
Heard the creaking of wood,
Their whispers as soft as a feather.
Beneath them, a...
A body without any flaw.
She was a newborn fawn
With grace now adorned,
Their bodies were deeply enthralled.
For years I had watched her grow sure,
Her skills and her confidence pure.
The boy by her side,
Saw the pride in my eyes,
For my daughter, whose heart was unstirred.
In silence, they lay close together,
Clinging so that no mother could sever.
In the hallway, I stood,
Heard the creaking of wood,
Their whispers as soft as a feather.
Beneath them, a...
#sex
#teens
264 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jan 2025 8:04pm
9th Jan 2025 8:04pm
Be Wholly
The person you choose to be in this world
Be wholly
The things you choose to give of yourself
Give completely
When you find a man needing love,
Give more than expected
When death calls your name
Follow in peace
Be wholly
The things you choose to give of yourself
Give completely
When you find a man needing love,
Give more than expected
When death calls your name
Follow in peace
#death
#love
#sex
269 reads
3 Comments
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