Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"My muse changes clothes at the drop of a hat" Goldenmyst, 59 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.”
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jul 2024 00:57am
14th Jul 2024 00:57am
summer lass haiku
summer lass haiku
summer foliage
deep in Aphrodite's delta
enchanted forest
flute magic
of her blown melody
nirvana
bees buzzing
within her secret flower
sweet vibrations
tongued embers
warm confectionary buns
of her love seat
sweet petunia
in his palace of dreams
awakens to blossom
harlequin rose
scents his dreams
with perfumed petals
summer foliage
deep in Aphrodite's delta
enchanted forest
flute magic
of her blown melody
nirvana
bees buzzing
within her secret flower
sweet vibrations
tongued embers
warm confectionary buns
of her love seat
sweet petunia
in his palace of dreams
awakens to blossom
harlequin rose
scents his dreams
with perfumed petals
#haiku
#seductive
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
147 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Jul 2024 3:42am
11th Jul 2024 3:42am
The Hot & Spicy Pavlovian Arousal Test
The Hot & Spicy Pavlovian Arousal Test
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here, lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right, John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John, is...
Hannah opens, “Well you’ve got us both here, lucky you.”
I reply, “I’m sorry for not following through on the jobs you got for me.”
Hannah explains “It hurts our reputation. When we get you hooked with an employer and you back out the business won’t work with us for other clients.”
Anita instructs, “She’s right, John. If you want us to work with you, you have to follow through.”
Hannah accuses, “John, is...
#BDSM
#erotic
#funny
#job
#women
201 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jul 2024 5:21am
4th Jul 2024 5:21am
A Scribner’s Tale
A Scribner’s Tale
Brooke says, “John when you told me about those bitches from the previous agency who took the belt to you, I cried for you. Just thinking of what that tough leather on your soft bottom must have felt like made me wince. John, know that I will never try to force you into a career mold by brute force.”
“Like their namesake flower, those belladonnas enticed me with beauty whose touch was poison.”
“What drove them to such cruel measures?”
“They felt like I discredited their program by turning down their job offers which were pathetic for...
Brooke says, “John when you told me about those bitches from the previous agency who took the belt to you, I cried for you. Just thinking of what that tough leather on your soft bottom must have felt like made me wince. John, know that I will never try to force you into a career mold by brute force.”
“Like their namesake flower, those belladonnas enticed me with beauty whose touch was poison.”
“What drove them to such cruel measures?”
“They felt like I discredited their program by turning down their job offers which were pathetic for...
#BDSM
#erotic
#healing
#love
#sensual
163 reads
0 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn
Roses And Relations Reborn
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
233 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2024 2:10am
28th Jun 2024 2:10am
Rosario Island Priestess
Rosario Island Priestess
Cape Jasmine fragrance
Following a rosary of her island magic
Led by coffee complexion bride
Of the Rosario necklace of light
Upon South American surf
She tells the history of paradise
With her Latina brogue
Sunk deep in Spanish legend
A song from the heart of Cartagena
Where she haunted the twilight balcony
A silhouette in the dying sun
Serenaded by her Latino Romeo
On her maiden voyage into love
As she tied ribbons of moonlight
In her raven tresses
When Pisces...
Cape Jasmine fragrance
Following a rosary of her island magic
Led by coffee complexion bride
Of the Rosario necklace of light
Upon South American surf
She tells the history of paradise
With her Latina brogue
Sunk deep in Spanish legend
A song from the heart of Cartagena
Where she haunted the twilight balcony
A silhouette in the dying sun
Serenaded by her Latino Romeo
On her maiden voyage into love
As she tied ribbons of moonlight
In her raven tresses
When Pisces...
#beach
#nature
#sea
#spiritual
#women
153 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2024 1:49am
27th Jun 2024 1:49am
Wild Ebony Flower
Wild Ebony Flower
Ebony firecracker
For moonlight pyrotechnics
In Bohemian heaven
Where her kisses are a rainforest canopy
Howling the midnight blues
Of a dreadlock dance storm
In the heart
Of a Reggae Mocha moon summer
When her West Indies rhythm
Is the atomic café jazz beat
Of my mambo queen
Who strums the hemp strings
Of my zouk guitar
Ebony firecracker
For moonlight pyrotechnics
In Bohemian heaven
Where her kisses are a rainforest canopy
Howling the midnight blues
Of a dreadlock dance storm
In the heart
Of a Reggae Mocha moon summer
When her West Indies rhythm
Is the atomic café jazz beat
Of my mambo queen
Who strums the hemp strings
Of my zouk guitar
#Africa
#beauty
#seductive
#sensual
#women
164 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2024 3:54am
23rd Jun 2024 3:54am
My Quebec Princess
My Quebec Princess
Blue Montreal midnight
For primrose lady
Fallen into Erebus’ embrace
Veins on fire with hurt
Corpuscles burning a path
Through blood vessel boughs
In her tree of tears
When even Wiccan prayers
Can’t make the nightmare go away
Whose ghouls haunt her horoscope
With Sagittarius monsters
A tarot reading
She never suspected
When in the tempest of puberty
She felt like a passing gale
That surely wouldn’t last
Past the turning of the Zodiac wheel
That offered no reprieve ...
Blue Montreal midnight
For primrose lady
Fallen into Erebus’ embrace
Veins on fire with hurt
Corpuscles burning a path
Through blood vessel boughs
In her tree of tears
When even Wiccan prayers
Can’t make the nightmare go away
Whose ghouls haunt her horoscope
With Sagittarius monsters
A tarot reading
She never suspected
When in the tempest of puberty
She felt like a passing gale
That surely wouldn’t last
Past the turning of the Zodiac wheel
That offered no reprieve ...
#BestFriend
#love
#women
171 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2024 1:30am
21st Jun 2024 1:30am
her histories
her histories
petal unfurled
a flaming tongue
of her amazonian embers
creatrix paints
autumn blaze
on maiden earth
illustrated by her
in lipstick rose
soul tattoo
midnight mass
in moonlight cathedral
her stained-glass eyes
hanging garden
of her tresses
exiled in her Babylon
maiden dew path
to the hara heaven
of her black forest
petal unfurled
a flaming tongue
of her amazonian embers
creatrix paints
autumn blaze
on maiden earth
illustrated by her
in lipstick rose
soul tattoo
midnight mass
in moonlight cathedral
her stained-glass eyes
hanging garden
of her tresses
exiled in her Babylon
maiden dew path
to the hara heaven
of her black forest
#beauty
#haiku
#seductive
#sensual
#women
141 reads
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Jun 2024 6:57am
15th Jun 2024 6:57am
Medusa and the Argonaut
Medusa and the Argonaut
Medusa captivates the curious Argonaut with her smoky Greek brogue whose music is like the best song of Calliope wooing her man. “Hi ho, explorer of the far seas of Oceanus. Whither goes thou sailor?”
“The legend of your gaze precedes you. I have heard of your snake tresses and shall not follow the ones who have fallen into your spell only to turn into the marble like a Doric column upon the Acropolis.”
“Oh, prithee I shall not cast such a spell on a brawny man like you who has so much more to offer my female flower than to decorate my...
Medusa captivates the curious Argonaut with her smoky Greek brogue whose music is like the best song of Calliope wooing her man. “Hi ho, explorer of the far seas of Oceanus. Whither goes thou sailor?”
“The legend of your gaze precedes you. I have heard of your snake tresses and shall not follow the ones who have fallen into your spell only to turn into the marble like a Doric column upon the Acropolis.”
“Oh, prithee I shall not cast such a spell on a brawny man like you who has so much more to offer my female flower than to decorate my...
#mythology
#seductive
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
152 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2024 3:09am
15th Jun 2024 3:09am
Misty Eyed Bluebird of Annunciation
Misty Eyed Bluebird of Annunciation
Scarlet shadows
Stained in bridal rose
Whose petaled lipstick
Blushes pink with dawn light
Of a thousand rays from heaven
Blue scarabs of sky flight
With fiery wings of lady luster
That flutter like lyre strings
For a vox femme symphony
In the garden of Hieronymus Bosch
Where strawberries grow in her cheeks
That glow like the embers of the Eden
Dwelling in the tarot
Within her crystal ball eyes
Scarlet shadows
Stained in bridal rose
Whose petaled lipstick
Blushes pink with dawn light
Of a thousand rays from heaven
Blue scarabs of sky flight
With fiery wings of lady luster
That flutter like lyre strings
For a vox femme symphony
In the garden of Hieronymus Bosch
Where strawberries grow in her cheeks
That glow like the embers of the Eden
Dwelling in the tarot
Within her crystal ball eyes
#beauty
#seductive
#sensual #women
#sensual #women
138 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2024 6:24am
5th Jun 2024 6:24am
Summer Haiku from the Cafe
Summer Haiku from the Cafe
petunia lass
tastes the grass
with her thighs
single rose petal
among the raindrops
on her navel
Puckish grin
on her androgynous lips
paints the moon
nature’s mattress
a bed of peat moss
for bare skin
eyelashes
shade the fire
of her irises
dark shadings
of midnight
her mascara
petunia lass
tastes the grass
with her thighs
single rose petal
among the raindrops
on her navel
Puckish grin
on her androgynous lips
paints the moon
nature’s mattress
a bed of peat moss
for bare skin
eyelashes
shade the fire
of her irises
dark shadings
of midnight
her mascara
#beauty
#haiku
#romantic
#sensual
#women
189 reads
10 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
4th Jun 2024 7:09am
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Moonlight Rose On A Steamer To Old New York
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
Me and my Moonlight Rose were on a steamer to Old New York. We were reliving an era of rose-scented boudoir steam. We were circling back to the gilded rose of our once upon a time romance in haute couture. And her perfume made me truly believe that everything that glitters is the gold standard of love both new and old.
She was my born again gilded rose in haute couture. And I knew this time we would find that rose we lost somewhere back in the den of Gatsby’s again. Art Deco couldn’t roar like my eternal rose. Our old...
#marriage
#NewYear
#romantic
#sea
#war
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