Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Goldenmyst, 54 years old, lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The poet and author believe, “Love blossoms even within the walls of a madhouse in hearts yearning to be free.”
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Sep 2020 4:32am
26th Sep 2020 4:32am
Tantric Sorority Sisters
Tantric Sorority Sisters
I jog through the campus without a worry in the world. In the spring of youth, the blossoming gardens surround me in peace and beauty. The trio of lovely young women walking by are no cause for concern. They are also flowers whose femininity is even more gorgeous than the azaleas but only floral art for my bashful eyes. But company enters my bubble as the three roses cat call taking turns with “Hot legs. I wanna get some of that.” Whistles ensue. “Come over here and give us some sugar. Well if the dessert isn’t on the menu we’ll make a special request to...
I jog through the campus without a worry in the world. In the spring of youth, the blossoming gardens surround me in peace and beauty. The trio of lovely young women walking by are no cause for concern. They are also flowers whose femininity is even more gorgeous than the azaleas but only floral art for my bashful eyes. But company enters my bubble as the three roses cat call taking turns with “Hot legs. I wanna get some of that.” Whistles ensue. “Come over here and give us some sugar. Well if the dessert isn’t on the menu we’ll make a special request to...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#threesome
#pagan
49 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Sep 2020 3:34am
24th Sep 2020 3:34am
If Botticelli’s Venus Was An Amazon
If Botticelli’s Venus Was An Amazon
“Folks I’m going to take Paul home now.” Rosa grabs me by my shirt collar like a child. She leads me out of the restaurant. Once home she pushes me down on the bed.
“What’s wrong honey? Why are you mad at me?”
“Do you realize you were conversing with Jill more than me? In fact, you pay more attention to the other men’s wives than me when we go out on group dates.”
“Come on darling. I just like socializing when we go out. You and I have plenty of us time together at home.”
“Shut up. I mean it.” I shut my...
“Folks I’m going to take Paul home now.” Rosa grabs me by my shirt collar like a child. She leads me out of the restaurant. Once home she pushes me down on the bed.
“What’s wrong honey? Why are you mad at me?”
“Do you realize you were conversing with Jill more than me? In fact, you pay more attention to the other men’s wives than me when we go out on group dates.”
“Come on darling. I just like socializing when we go out. You and I have plenty of us time together at home.”
“Shut up. I mean it.” I shut my...
#marriage
#erotic
#BDSM
#dialogue
#feminism
53 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
Pythian Priestess
Pythian Priestess
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Pythia invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Pythia awakens me to my need for a...
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Pythia invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Pythia awakens me to my need for a...
#erotic
#dreams
#religion
#dialogue
#magic
27 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Sep 2020 6:32am
13th Sep 2020 6:32am
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge
When fall comes, it feels the time to make a cool change. Rowena’s ladder out of this tar pit is to get a bartending license. So instead of rolling joints at the medical marijuana clinic, she juices her patrons up. Though the contact high from the weed is pleasant she feels it is time to come down from the high. Feeding this vice is much more to her taste.
At their apartment and before John’s very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black as Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie. ...
When fall comes, it feels the time to make a cool change. Rowena’s ladder out of this tar pit is to get a bartending license. So instead of rolling joints at the medical marijuana clinic, she juices her patrons up. Though the contact high from the weed is pleasant she feels it is time to come down from the high. Feeding this vice is much more to her taste.
At their apartment and before John’s very eyes, Rowena strips out of her lily-white as first communion dress into her black as Wicca lipstick on the eve of Samhain, lingerie. ...
#love
#romantic
#scary
#dialogue
#passion
24 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
9th Sep 2020 4:27am
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Eros Aims Through the Ashes
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
Arson consumes the Big Easy. Someone decides the city is in need of demolition because individual liberty is at stake. So they try the more challenging recipes in the “Anarchist Cookbook” to bring about real freedom. But to their dismay, the government only clamps down into fascism.
At the tender age of twenty, Rowena finds herself a tourist in an uninhabitable city she once called home. Rowena finds herself chaperoned by the strangest man in a car. He opens the door for her as though he is a gentleman. He says, “Good afternoon. Want to...
#women
#romantic
#alcohol
#apocalypse
#sexy
49 reads
8 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
3rd Sep 2020 4:38am
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
Borne Fey Over Burnt Blanca
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
A marital spat erupts between the Aztec creator and creatrix of humankind. The male God banishes a mortal woman to Mictlán the Aztec purgatory for praying to the female embodiment of the divine. There she will walk barefoot across burning sand and rocks. But the creatrix can finesse the denouement into feminine favor with a defector from hubby’s very own brotherhood.
Sand clouds flap-like angels wings across the dunes as the desert turns crimson. The blood of the virgin paints the sky. Her pain is buried deep in her heart. The Lord of Duality...
#love
#marriage
#religion
#desert
#risk
45 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Aug 2020 00:43am
28th Aug 2020 00:43am
Kayla of the Ocean Blue
Kayla of the Ocean Blue
She emerges from the transparent bubble into a school of iridescent fish. The cloud of fish glistens in rainbow colors. She floats lazily in chrysanthemum dreams of seas of rolling indigo where mermen frolic splashing love through the warm waves.
She is a golden breasted sea maiden who sparkles in prismatic colors. She plays with porpoises in the crystal ocean. Seagulls, otters, and whales all sing a melody of love she feels. Her periwinkle nipples are pink with sunset hue. Her raven locks are wet with salty desire. Azure waters foam in crests...
She emerges from the transparent bubble into a school of iridescent fish. The cloud of fish glistens in rainbow colors. She floats lazily in chrysanthemum dreams of seas of rolling indigo where mermen frolic splashing love through the warm waves.
She is a golden breasted sea maiden who sparkles in prismatic colors. She plays with porpoises in the crystal ocean. Seagulls, otters, and whales all sing a melody of love she feels. Her periwinkle nipples are pink with sunset hue. Her raven locks are wet with salty desire. Azure waters foam in crests...
#women
#men
#sea
#freedom
#sensual
43 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2020 3:45pm
26th Aug 2020 3:45pm
Post-modern Tribalists
Post-modern Tribalists
Drifting in and out
of post-modern dadaism
Modish tribalists still forage
Only to find
that quantum mechanics
is a poor substitute for love.
Drifting in and out
of post-modern dadaism
Modish tribalists still forage
Only to find
that quantum mechanics
is a poor substitute for love.
#love
#science
#passion
32 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Aug 2020 6:10pm
19th Aug 2020 6:10pm
Hippocratic Heat
Hippocratic Heat
Rosie’s moonlight job at a public mental health clinic finds her on the verge of needing treatment herself. Her patient drives her into sexual insanity.
She says, “This is your third visit to me this month. We should give you a cot and let you live here.”
“I am desperate. No woman will have me.”
“The Zoloft makes it difficult for you to achieve orgasm. We’ve tried you on Prozac and Paxil the same problem. I am wits end with you. Let’s cover all the bases. When was the last time you had a...
Rosie’s moonlight job at a public mental health clinic finds her on the verge of needing treatment herself. Her patient drives her into sexual insanity.
She says, “This is your third visit to me this month. We should give you a cot and let you live here.”
“I am desperate. No woman will have me.”
“The Zoloft makes it difficult for you to achieve orgasm. We’ve tried you on Prozac and Paxil the same problem. I am wits end with you. Let’s cover all the bases. When was the last time you had a...
#lust
#erotic
#MentalHealth
#dirty
#sensual
83 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 1:57am
17th Aug 2020 1:57am
Skinny Dipper Cousins Tell All
Skinny Dipper Cousins Tell All
Rowena and I walk the wooded world of the Natchez Trace to Coles Creek where we sit naked with our legs parted while ripples form a Monet of our sunken treasure. Rowena’s legs are parted in a weir. The gentle cycling of water makes her Venus-plats quake like an aspen.
She laughs and says, “Don’t look.” But her deep breathing indicates that she is so close that she cannot for the life of her turn back now. The water cartwheels onto her sex. Not wanting to spoil the moment I remain quiet. I just watch her as her revelry draws to a...
Rowena and I walk the wooded world of the Natchez Trace to Coles Creek where we sit naked with our legs parted while ripples form a Monet of our sunken treasure. Rowena’s legs are parted in a weir. The gentle cycling of water makes her Venus-plats quake like an aspen.
She laughs and says, “Don’t look.” But her deep breathing indicates that she is so close that she cannot for the life of her turn back now. The water cartwheels onto her sex. Not wanting to spoil the moment I remain quiet. I just watch her as her revelry draws to a...
#sex
#erotic
#nature #sensual
#nature #sensual
64 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Aug 2020 11:26pm
16th Aug 2020 11:26pm
Grapes of Eros: Cousinly Vintage
Grapes of Eros: Cousinly Vintage
Rowena says, “How do you like me in my barmaid outfit?”
I reply, “It looks more like a French maid get up. But yes, I like it very much.”
Ro says, “Just imagine you missed your flight and I’m your bar girl there to keep your mind on my legs and off business.”
“Oops, I dropped my wallet between the couch pillows. Oh man, it’s stuck deep down in the frame. Damn. The fixes I get in. I need my ID for the blues concert at the bar tonight. I don’t want to let you down Rowena” I say.
“Cousin let me help you. You look like you...
Rowena says, “How do you like me in my barmaid outfit?”
I reply, “It looks more like a French maid get up. But yes, I like it very much.”
Ro says, “Just imagine you missed your flight and I’m your bar girl there to keep your mind on my legs and off business.”
“Oops, I dropped my wallet between the couch pillows. Oh man, it’s stuck deep down in the frame. Damn. The fixes I get in. I need my ID for the blues concert at the bar tonight. I don’t want to let you down Rowena” I say.
“Cousin let me help you. You look like you...
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#nature
#funny
92 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Aug 2020 7:00am
16th Aug 2020 7:00am
Spring Has Sprung
Spring Has Sprung
Marsha and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Marsha’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles in...
Marsha and I lay on the yellow sandy creek beach looking at the pink glow of sunrise in the eastern sky. She reclines on her side facing me. I am supine in the sublimity of spring. We are both twenty and too old for wading in the creek. But spring has sprung and the desire to get more than our feet wet is strong. Marsha’s irises are azure as glacial ice. Her complexion is that of French vanilla. Her hair is like fine corn silk which lusters in the summer sun. Her hair giggles when she walks.
At St. Catherine Creek the water appears on fire and sparkles in...
#love
#romantic
#erotic
#nature
#sensual
62 reads
6 Comments
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