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.”
Wrapped Around Her Finger ~short dialogue~
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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 ...
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Cat on Prowl
Cat on Prowl
She crouches, sinewy muscles poised
Gathers resolve to pounce catlike
Feline stealth cloaks her sound
Stalking silently, feet padding pine needles
He lies sleeping in foetal form protecting genitals
Blanketed in wool bulwark against chill
She quietly raises corner
Insinuates hands against his bare skin
Gingerly grasps manhood in warm grip
Feels his body jerk to awareness
His stalk grows hard in her sweaty palm
His eyes peer fearful at her muscular physique
With her knee she pries apart his soft young...
She crouches, sinewy muscles poised
Gathers resolve to pounce catlike
Feline stealth cloaks her sound
Stalking silently, feet padding pine needles
He lies sleeping in foetal form protecting genitals
Blanketed in wool bulwark against chill
She quietly raises corner
Insinuates hands against his bare skin
Gingerly grasps manhood in warm grip
Feels his body jerk to awareness
His stalk grows hard in her sweaty palm
His eyes peer fearful at her muscular physique
With her knee she pries apart his soft young...
890 reads
6 Comments
Elegant Spanking
Elegant Spanking
Turquoise sky bathes me in saffron aura
We bathe in artesian pool of steam
Soaked in nature’s aphrodisiac
my eyes close into mystic rose buds
I feel warm waves of water
Messages of love sent by you
into my submerged nexus of nirvana
awakening my Buddha nature
in iridescent pearl of awareness
Nourished by spring fed brew
my sun smile of arousal
emanates tongues of desire
down my sex hungry body
The coronae of my opened eyes
glow with sacred heat
You stand waist deep in...
Turquoise sky bathes me in saffron aura
We bathe in artesian pool of steam
Soaked in nature’s aphrodisiac
my eyes close into mystic rose buds
I feel warm waves of water
Messages of love sent by you
into my submerged nexus of nirvana
awakening my Buddha nature
in iridescent pearl of awareness
Nourished by spring fed brew
my sun smile of arousal
emanates tongues of desire
down my sex hungry body
The coronae of my opened eyes
glow with sacred heat
You stand waist deep in...
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Widow
Widow
She slips her arms into his sleeves
And wraps herself in the cotton vessel
which once held his flesh
She entwines herself
in the grapevine of his bathrobe
with cotton scented by his cologne
Her thighs embrace terrycloth
and she holds it against her breasts
like a sacred shroud
Just as an autumn leaf
put between the sepia pages
of a memory book,
she presses his cherished robe
into the folds of her labia
She slips her arms into his sleeves
And wraps herself in the cotton vessel
which once held his flesh
She entwines herself
in the grapevine of his bathrobe
with cotton scented by his cologne
Her thighs embrace terrycloth
and she holds it against her breasts
like a sacred shroud
Just as an autumn leaf
put between the sepia pages
of a memory book,
she presses his cherished robe
into the folds of her labia
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