Submissions by longsoftkiss (LSK)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about being "IN LOVE"
Sexy Red Boots
You told me of your quest,
A search for the perfect boots,
I saw this as a noble endeavor,
And set out in search of my own dream.
It is now a recurring dream,
Where I find the perfect boots for you,
I envision you in them,
Amazing they look on you.
They have a double cuff
And when folded down,
The boots become knee high,
Just as you like them.
Leave the cuff up,
And they transform into ultra sexy,
Just like the vixen who dare wear them in that manner.
But it does not end there,
As they attract attention,...
A search for the perfect boots,
I saw this as a noble endeavor,
And set out in search of my own dream.
It is now a recurring dream,
Where I find the perfect boots for you,
I envision you in them,
Amazing they look on you.
They have a double cuff
And when folded down,
The boots become knee high,
Just as you like them.
Leave the cuff up,
And they transform into ultra sexy,
Just like the vixen who dare wear them in that manner.
But it does not end there,
As they attract attention,...
1486 reads
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The Journey
There are always two paths in life's journey,
A journey best not traveled alone,
As I write,
The words illuminate the path,
That my heart has always seen.
It is by choice,
For the years have thought me well,
When matters of love are concerned,
Listen not to my head,
For it knows not love.
The path to choose,
Is the one that the heart beats for,
The path filled with obstacles,
The path where the end is not seen,
The path where the journey and love are one in the same.
I walk this path,
For I now know...
A journey best not traveled alone,
As I write,
The words illuminate the path,
That my heart has always seen.
It is by choice,
For the years have thought me well,
When matters of love are concerned,
Listen not to my head,
For it knows not love.
The path to choose,
Is the one that the heart beats for,
The path filled with obstacles,
The path where the end is not seen,
The path where the journey and love are one in the same.
I walk this path,
For I now know...
800 reads
4 Comments
Friends & Lovers
We were never friends,
We were always Lovers,
If a friendship is to be,
It must be based on our past Love.
When Life decided that we couldn't be,
We were left with empty hearts,
We each had our own way of filling it,
You, with guilt and suppressed emotions,
I, with denial and false hopes.
We tried many times to become friends,
But the pain of a lost Love could not be overcome,
We were reminded of our loss every time we were together,
We tarred at each other's emotions until it hurt our very being,
We could not take it anymore,...
We were always Lovers,
If a friendship is to be,
It must be based on our past Love.
When Life decided that we couldn't be,
We were left with empty hearts,
We each had our own way of filling it,
You, with guilt and suppressed emotions,
I, with denial and false hopes.
We tried many times to become friends,
But the pain of a lost Love could not be overcome,
We were reminded of our loss every time we were together,
We tarred at each other's emotions until it hurt our very being,
We could not take it anymore,...
966 reads
6 Comments
The Gift
It was a brief encounter,
And now she is lost,
Will she be found?
A life's mystery, I'm afraid...
I continue to yearn,
For I have not what I need.
It is a desire that cannot be quenched,
As it is part of my destiny.
It is a journey that cannot be charted alone,
No-one else will be welcomed,
Someone new need not enter.
I want from you that which you cannot give,
Therefore I will not ask.
My heart still yearns for its lost Love,
A Gift that cannot be earned, shared, nor requested.
It can only be given ...
Given...
And now she is lost,
Will she be found?
A life's mystery, I'm afraid...
I continue to yearn,
For I have not what I need.
It is a desire that cannot be quenched,
As it is part of my destiny.
It is a journey that cannot be charted alone,
No-one else will be welcomed,
Someone new need not enter.
I want from you that which you cannot give,
Therefore I will not ask.
My heart still yearns for its lost Love,
A Gift that cannot be earned, shared, nor requested.
It can only be given ...
Given...
693 reads
0 Comments
The Wall
It was built consciously by you,
Built sub-consciously by me,
Never the less,
Build by us.
Brick by brick the wall was built,
Built to forget,
Built to keep us apart,
Built to be able to live.
Will it ever come down?
Difficult to say.
One thing's for sure,
Tumbling down it never will.
It was chipped at,
Chip by chip, the bricks I did break,
Fixed by you, the holes did disappear,
Standing the wall remains.
For this wall has but two purposes:
To keep Love from leaving,
To stop Love from coming in.
...
Built sub-consciously by me,
Never the less,
Build by us.
Brick by brick the wall was built,
Built to forget,
Built to keep us apart,
Built to be able to live.
Will it ever come down?
Difficult to say.
One thing's for sure,
Tumbling down it never will.
It was chipped at,
Chip by chip, the bricks I did break,
Fixed by you, the holes did disappear,
Standing the wall remains.
For this wall has but two purposes:
To keep Love from leaving,
To stop Love from coming in.
...
707 reads
2 Comments
drunk on YOU again
i walk into forever lost,
for one last drink of
YOU
before my heart hits runaway fever.
i order my usual drink,
YOU
a tall pair of boots,
in a tight dress.
i take a sip of your exhilarating laughter,
and smack my lips,
YOU
taste so good,
i wrap my hands around the glass,
mesmerized on how refreshing
YOU
really are.
its a straight up drink,
no fancy games,
no fancy glass, just
YOU.
YOU
are...
for one last drink of
YOU
before my heart hits runaway fever.
i order my usual drink,
YOU
a tall pair of boots,
in a tight dress.
i take a sip of your exhilarating laughter,
and smack my lips,
YOU
taste so good,
i wrap my hands around the glass,
mesmerized on how refreshing
YOU
really are.
its a straight up drink,
no fancy games,
no fancy glass, just
YOU.
YOU
are...
727 reads
2 Comments
What would happen...
If the grass was blue, and the sky was green?
If the ocean was dry, and the desert was wet?
If the sun was night, and the moon was day?
What would happen...
If time stopped?
If the world stood still?
If life was simple?
If nobody cared?
What would happen?
....we would be together
If the ocean was dry, and the desert was wet?
If the sun was night, and the moon was day?
What would happen...
If time stopped?
If the world stood still?
If life was simple?
If nobody cared?
What would happen?
....we would be together
807 reads
6 Comments
You Are Your Own Future
A new chapter in your life begins...
What adventures lie beyond the turn of a page?
Only you truly knows.
Whatever you choose,
Know this for sure,
Let your heart guide you,
As it has thus not steered you wrong.
Many will try to sway you,
Take their advise in tow,
Let not their will overcome you,
Be strong and follow your heart.
It is your book,
That we call life,
You are the author,
Others are merely players.
So take your quill,
Soak it with the ink of wisdom,
Turn the page,
And pen your future.
What adventures lie beyond the turn of a page?
Only you truly knows.
Whatever you choose,
Know this for sure,
Let your heart guide you,
As it has thus not steered you wrong.
Many will try to sway you,
Take their advise in tow,
Let not their will overcome you,
Be strong and follow your heart.
It is your book,
That we call life,
You are the author,
Others are merely players.
So take your quill,
Soak it with the ink of wisdom,
Turn the page,
And pen your future.
781 reads
2 Comments
Butterfly
a butterfly
two hearts joined as one
it was not always so
for if the caterpillar had accepted what was
it would not be able to fly
it no longer crawls through life
for it has seen what can be
and has escaped its mortal coil
it now flies
upon the wings of love
as a perfect butterfly
with two hearts
beating as one
two hearts joined as one
it was not always so
for if the caterpillar had accepted what was
it would not be able to fly
it no longer crawls through life
for it has seen what can be
and has escaped its mortal coil
it now flies
upon the wings of love
as a perfect butterfly
with two hearts
beating as one
875 reads
1 Comment
The Long Soft Kiss
A simple question it was:
Do you mind if I kiss you?
A journey became the answer.
Her red flavoured lips beckoned to be caressed,
I stood forever still,
Anticipating what was to be.
As she approached ever so slowly,
Our breaths were drawn,
Life never felt so simple,
When our lips touched,
The softest kiss it came to be,
The softness of her lips so unexpected,
I did not move,
For fear the bond sealing us would dissolve,
And all would be lost.
Time stopped,
Our joined lips quivered ever so gently,
It was not...
Do you mind if I kiss you?
A journey became the answer.
Her red flavoured lips beckoned to be caressed,
I stood forever still,
Anticipating what was to be.
As she approached ever so slowly,
Our breaths were drawn,
Life never felt so simple,
When our lips touched,
The softest kiss it came to be,
The softness of her lips so unexpected,
I did not move,
For fear the bond sealing us would dissolve,
And all would be lost.
Time stopped,
Our joined lips quivered ever so gently,
It was not...
955 reads
4 Comments
I Know You Not
It is odd to say the least,
Who is this person I call a friend?
I knew her as Audrey who has become Sophia,
That is not the mystery,
But a natural progression.
Audrey,
The innocent, free spirit,
Playful kid at heart,
Eager to trust and fall in love,
A true romantic she will forever be.
Sophia,
At ease she is,
With the sultry and sensuous power she wields.
Yet vulnerable,
As sadness hides within her.
Her heart, broken one too many times,
As sorrow lies beneath the confident woman she portrays.
Audrey,
Is...
Who is this person I call a friend?
I knew her as Audrey who has become Sophia,
That is not the mystery,
But a natural progression.
Audrey,
The innocent, free spirit,
Playful kid at heart,
Eager to trust and fall in love,
A true romantic she will forever be.
Sophia,
At ease she is,
With the sultry and sensuous power she wields.
Yet vulnerable,
As sadness hides within her.
Her heart, broken one too many times,
As sorrow lies beneath the confident woman she portrays.
Audrey,
Is...
825 reads
8 Comments
The Poet and the Muse
One day, a poet came upon a beautiful mistress that would be his muse. Though she had never inspired an artist before, he thought she could inspire him to write of Passion, Desire and Love.
"Would you be my muse?", the poet asked the mistress.
"No, because poets fall in love with their muse's", Replied the mistress.
"It would be foolish for us to fall in love, for my work will lose its purpose and universality" Promised the poet.
The mistress, who loved poetry and words of the Heart, was delighted she could inspire such prose, and agreed to be...
"Would you be my muse?", the poet asked the mistress.
"No, because poets fall in love with their muse's", Replied the mistress.
"It would be foolish for us to fall in love, for my work will lose its purpose and universality" Promised the poet.
The mistress, who loved poetry and words of the Heart, was delighted she could inspire such prose, and agreed to be...
950 reads
4 Comments
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