Submissions by WellBehavedLady
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Skin to skin
1346 reads
0 Comments
Soixante neuf
792 reads
0 Comments
Pen & Paper
Leather bound
A gift of love
Putting pen to paper
Sketch or write
A memory of delight
One to treasure
At my leisure
Prose or pose
Poet or artist
A gift I have
Which to choose
One day I will lose
Sorrow fills my heart
I will always have my pen and paper
Rhyme or charcoal
Shadows or words
Words I can't get right
Putting pen to paper
A gift of love
Putting pen to paper
Sketch or write
A memory of delight
One to treasure
At my leisure
Prose or pose
Poet or artist
A gift I have
Which to choose
One day I will lose
Sorrow fills my heart
I will always have my pen and paper
Rhyme or charcoal
Shadows or words
Words I can't get right
Putting pen to paper
606 reads
0 Comments
New Beginnings
A life is born
One of hope
New fresh bright
A challenge
Excitement
Passion
Pushing forward not looking back
Rebirth
Onwards
No regrets
Just disbelief
That it could happen to you
One of hope
New fresh bright
A challenge
Excitement
Passion
Pushing forward not looking back
Rebirth
Onwards
No regrets
Just disbelief
That it could happen to you
570 reads
1 Comment
Us
1291 reads
2 Comments
Stars Collide
Emotion and desire
Lust and fire
Confusion within
Where to begin
New and old
Exciting yet bold
Scared but not fear
Will it become clear
Stepping back
Losing track
Have I made a mistake
One I wanted to make
Losing confidence
Trying to make sense
Sweeping me off my feet
Should I retreat
Emotions running high
Stars collide in the night sky
Water putting out fire
The ultimate desire
Lust and fire
Confusion within
Where to begin
New and old
Exciting yet bold
Scared but not fear
Will it become clear
Stepping back
Losing track
Have I made a mistake
One I wanted to make
Losing confidence
Trying to make sense
Sweeping me off my feet
Should I retreat
Emotions running high
Stars collide in the night sky
Water putting out fire
The ultimate desire
716 reads
1 Comment
Intimate
In moments of nurture
Hands search
Sensually descending
Along valleys of curves
Intimate touching
An aged body but fresh in mind
How intimately I know her
Writhing from pleasure
In her own time
Longing for more than just her touch
With thoughts of the past
How it made her feel
Sadness and longing
Intimate touching
Dreams of recent moments
Bring her alive
Intimate touching
Making her body thrive
Sporadic thrusts of her fingers
Taking her close to the boundaries
Boundaries they have made
Images she reveals...
Hands search
Sensually descending
Along valleys of curves
Intimate touching
An aged body but fresh in mind
How intimately I know her
Writhing from pleasure
In her own time
Longing for more than just her touch
With thoughts of the past
How it made her feel
Sadness and longing
Intimate touching
Dreams of recent moments
Bring her alive
Intimate touching
Making her body thrive
Sporadic thrusts of her fingers
Taking her close to the boundaries
Boundaries they have made
Images she reveals...
1093 reads
3 Comments
Sensuality
Hands clasp tight
Fingers become entwined
Lips lightly touch
Mouths fighting fire
Feet play tickling
Hair gently pulled
Nipple tweaked numb
Cock stroked rigid
Labia sucked swollen
Back arched high
Crown weeps licking
Nose nuzzled deep
Orgasm building intense
Body erupting pleasure
Minds becoming one
Fingers become entwined
Lips lightly touch
Mouths fighting fire
Feet play tickling
Hair gently pulled
Nipple tweaked numb
Cock stroked rigid
Labia sucked swollen
Back arched high
Crown weeps licking
Nose nuzzled deep
Orgasm building intense
Body erupting pleasure
Minds becoming one
940 reads
1 Comment
Summer Tease
A field of wheat is where she lays
Her hair golden in the sunshine glare
The heat intense in the midst of the rays
What lustful delight on these summer days
She lifts her petticoat to her waist
A pleasure she beholds to herself
A women not guilty of being chaste
An interval of heated abandonment
Hearing a whisper she does not falter
The breeze, the wheat or a watcher
He watches from a distance this summer tease
She is now aware but does not cease
Her naked mound exposed to the sun
Her hands roam freely as her mind is set free...
Her hair golden in the sunshine glare
The heat intense in the midst of the rays
What lustful delight on these summer days
She lifts her petticoat to her waist
A pleasure she beholds to herself
A women not guilty of being chaste
An interval of heated abandonment
Hearing a whisper she does not falter
The breeze, the wheat or a watcher
He watches from a distance this summer tease
She is now aware but does not cease
Her naked mound exposed to the sun
Her hands roam freely as her mind is set free...
851 reads
4 Comments
Momentarily Yours
1186 reads
6 Comments
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