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.”
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Oct 2015 9:08pm
2nd Oct 2015 9:08pm
Under the Mirror Ball
Under the Mirror Ball
[Tracy rises up the ladder from the school pool dripping. John gazes at her long tan legs sparkling with sprinkles of water. She gazes back at him with her blonde hair laying wet across her breasts.]
Tracy
Do you like me John?
John
As a friend. [She hangs to the ladder smiling knowingly.]
Tracy
No John. I think more than that.
[John and Tracy stand on the bleachers of the school gym. She wears workout shorts.]
Tracy
John you make being a nerd an attractive quality in a man.
John
I’ll take...
[Tracy rises up the ladder from the school pool dripping. John gazes at her long tan legs sparkling with sprinkles of water. She gazes back at him with her blonde hair laying wet across her breasts.]
Tracy
Do you like me John?
John
As a friend. [She hangs to the ladder smiling knowingly.]
Tracy
No John. I think more than that.
[John and Tracy stand on the bleachers of the school gym. She wears workout shorts.]
Tracy
John you make being a nerd an attractive quality in a man.
John
I’ll take...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 6:23pm
2nd Oct 2015 6:23pm
Sun Goddess
Sun Goddess
I sink into a soft bed of grass while a warm breeze caresses my bare breasts. I feel the touch of the Goddess upon my tingling skin. Sunlight fills in the space between my legs and softly blesses my flower of womanhood with golden nourishment from the sky.
My head rests upon a patch of leaves as my eyes gaze through the valley between my upraised knees. The newborn sun, just peeking through the trees, becomes fire obliterating my eyes till all that’s left is heat and flame.
Flitting across my ears I hear the sound of feet treading lightly, crunching...
I sink into a soft bed of grass while a warm breeze caresses my bare breasts. I feel the touch of the Goddess upon my tingling skin. Sunlight fills in the space between my legs and softly blesses my flower of womanhood with golden nourishment from the sky.
My head rests upon a patch of leaves as my eyes gaze through the valley between my upraised knees. The newborn sun, just peeking through the trees, becomes fire obliterating my eyes till all that’s left is heat and flame.
Flitting across my ears I hear the sound of feet treading lightly, crunching...
1318 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 3:52am
2nd Oct 2015 3:52am
Pyromaniac
Pyromaniac
We stroll in night garden of souls
Candles in our hands, cicadas singing
You lead me to the ivy strewn wall
You suck on Red Hots candy pieces
Your tongue kiss laced with fire,
A feminine arson
Consumed by your arsonist kiss
You make love to me with your tongue
Lush licks lavished
Spiced with mélange of female flavors
Lurid sensations set me free
To relish your opulence
We stroll in night garden of souls
Candles in our hands, cicadas singing
You lead me to the ivy strewn wall
You suck on Red Hots candy pieces
Your tongue kiss laced with fire,
A feminine arson
Consumed by your arsonist kiss
You make love to me with your tongue
Lush licks lavished
Spiced with mélange of female flavors
Lurid sensations set me free
To relish your opulence
1019 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 7:28pm
1st Oct 2015 7:28pm
Suthern Comfort
Suthern Comfort
Rob lies on the couch reading Thucydides’ “Peloponnesian War.”
Kitty
Honey it’s so rainy and hot. Please cuddle up with Ms. Kitty. She needs attention bad.
Rob
Hold your horses honey. I’m on the last chapter. You know how I love reading the ancients.
Kitty
Darling lately I think you’re buried along with the ancients. What can I do to exhume you?
Rob
My love, I need time to cultivate my mind through reading. Let me get you a book to read. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover.” You’ll love it honey buns.
Kitty
If...
Rob lies on the couch reading Thucydides’ “Peloponnesian War.”
Kitty
Honey it’s so rainy and hot. Please cuddle up with Ms. Kitty. She needs attention bad.
Rob
Hold your horses honey. I’m on the last chapter. You know how I love reading the ancients.
Kitty
Darling lately I think you’re buried along with the ancients. What can I do to exhume you?
Rob
My love, I need time to cultivate my mind through reading. Let me get you a book to read. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover.” You’ll love it honey buns.
Kitty
If...
918 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Oct 2015 00:15am
1st Oct 2015 00:15am
Love Among the Ruins
Love Among the Ruins
I gaze down upon the twisted ruins of the once great metropolis. I see the remnants of humanity wandering, dazed through the wreckage. The yellow dust hovering in the air is so thick I almost choke. The tall buildings stand cracked and fallen in the pale sunlight.
I swoop down in my ultra light aircraft and descend, floating like a leaf downward into the city. As I settle down onto the broken asphalt I see a young woman digging in a trash heap and pulling out moldy bread and cans of food. I call out to her offering to share my meager rations with...
I gaze down upon the twisted ruins of the once great metropolis. I see the remnants of humanity wandering, dazed through the wreckage. The yellow dust hovering in the air is so thick I almost choke. The tall buildings stand cracked and fallen in the pale sunlight.
I swoop down in my ultra light aircraft and descend, floating like a leaf downward into the city. As I settle down onto the broken asphalt I see a young woman digging in a trash heap and pulling out moldy bread and cans of food. I call out to her offering to share my meager rations with...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 4:06am
30th Sep 2015 4:06am
Torn Between Two Lovers
Torn Between Two Lovers
She asks, “Where are you from Hua?”
I say, “Singapore.”
Sarah says, “Yea, I’ve heard a lot about Singapore. That’s where you get the death penalty for having a few ounces of pot.”
I look up at the ceiling fan as it turns slowly feeling the light breeze. I say, “I couldn’t stand it there. I felt stifled.”
Sarah puts her hands in her lap as her legs fall open. She says, “I know how you feel. My father is an Orthodox Jew. My mother is of Irish descent. She converted to Judaism when they married. They have really...
She asks, “Where are you from Hua?”
I say, “Singapore.”
Sarah says, “Yea, I’ve heard a lot about Singapore. That’s where you get the death penalty for having a few ounces of pot.”
I look up at the ceiling fan as it turns slowly feeling the light breeze. I say, “I couldn’t stand it there. I felt stifled.”
Sarah puts her hands in her lap as her legs fall open. She says, “I know how you feel. My father is an Orthodox Jew. My mother is of Irish descent. She converted to Judaism when they married. They have really...
1271 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 00:13am
30th Sep 2015 00:13am
Wrestling in the Metropolitan
Wrestling in the Metropolitan
My hawk gaze follows her in the saffron skylight of our cathedral of solitude. I have hidden for three days in the ruins of this building which once soared into the heavens. I look upon her with thirsty eyes and drink in the vision of woman. It has been months since I’ve seen a female of the species. I sometimes contemplated that I might be the last person on earth. Yet I am overjoyed that not only is there another among the fallen city but she is a female.
She breaks the crystal silence. “Fancy meeting you here. I’d begun to think there...
My hawk gaze follows her in the saffron skylight of our cathedral of solitude. I have hidden for three days in the ruins of this building which once soared into the heavens. I look upon her with thirsty eyes and drink in the vision of woman. It has been months since I’ve seen a female of the species. I sometimes contemplated that I might be the last person on earth. Yet I am overjoyed that not only is there another among the fallen city but she is a female.
She breaks the crystal silence. “Fancy meeting you here. I’d begun to think there...
794 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 11:21pm
28th Sep 2015 11:21pm
Aftermath of a Seduction
Aftermath of a Seduction
William says, “Mary I love you, but we can’t do this anymore.”
Mary says, “Hey, that’s fine.”
William says, “But I do love you.”
Mary sits up looking away from William and says, “Oh man, you’re really naïve. This was just a one night stand. I don’t want to go steady or anything. I have a boyfriend.”
William asks, “You mean you just did this for the thrill of it?”
Mary stands up and says, “Of course. What did you think? Listen I had a bet going with the girls in the college cheerleader squad. I bet I could take away...
William says, “Mary I love you, but we can’t do this anymore.”
Mary says, “Hey, that’s fine.”
William says, “But I do love you.”
Mary sits up looking away from William and says, “Oh man, you’re really naïve. This was just a one night stand. I don’t want to go steady or anything. I have a boyfriend.”
William asks, “You mean you just did this for the thrill of it?”
Mary stands up and says, “Of course. What did you think? Listen I had a bet going with the girls in the college cheerleader squad. I bet I could take away...
1132 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Sep 2015 11:13pm
28th Sep 2015 11:13pm
A Textbook Seduction
A Textbook Seduction
A phone call lights my roman candle with balls of fire aglow. Her tongued words lick my libido with Pentecostal passion. Our textbook connection joins us in mercantile marriage. She opens the door to her her softly lit cushioned condo. I sit opposite her parted legs. She perches atop the seat of her chair in a yoga pose with her womanly heat barely concealed in a khaki shorts tease. She says, “Can I get you anything? Coke and rum?”
I reply, “I don’t drink.”
She throws back her head and laughs. “Hey I’m not trying to ply you with liquor to...
A phone call lights my roman candle with balls of fire aglow. Her tongued words lick my libido with Pentecostal passion. Our textbook connection joins us in mercantile marriage. She opens the door to her her softly lit cushioned condo. I sit opposite her parted legs. She perches atop the seat of her chair in a yoga pose with her womanly heat barely concealed in a khaki shorts tease. She says, “Can I get you anything? Coke and rum?”
I reply, “I don’t drink.”
She throws back her head and laughs. “Hey I’m not trying to ply you with liquor to...
872 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Sep 2015 6:16pm
27th Sep 2015 6:16pm
Wrapped Around Her Finger ~short dialogue~
1166 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 5:01pm
25th Feb 2015 5:01pm
Dark Angel Rhapsody
Dark Angel Rhapsody
Lying by your side
Sultry summer breeze
Blows ripples in your skirt
Leaves rustle in the wind
Your dark feathery hair
Blown about
Cascades down your shoulders
In waves of silky gossamer
Flower petals are strewn around us
In a carpet of colors,
Orange, purple, crimson
The garden alive with splashes of sunlit green
Gazing into your eyes
An ocean of sadness spreads out before me
Dark shadings of love
Shadowed by numbing coolness
Seeing your uncertainty as you fall back ...
Lying by your side
Sultry summer breeze
Blows ripples in your skirt
Leaves rustle in the wind
Your dark feathery hair
Blown about
Cascades down your shoulders
In waves of silky gossamer
Flower petals are strewn around us
In a carpet of colors,
Orange, purple, crimson
The garden alive with splashes of sunlit green
Gazing into your eyes
An ocean of sadness spreads out before me
Dark shadings of love
Shadowed by numbing coolness
Seeing your uncertainty as you fall back ...
1106 reads
5 Comments
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