Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2019 3:13pm
22nd Dec 2019 3:13pm
an embrace
lord knows i tried to get out the door...
but your words, my thoughts
made me sit...only to write more.
to think of your eyes of blue
looking at me..
staring at me...
wanting to see into me.
my hands are rough...
my fingers too...
playing across strings...
they touch the frets...
a simple crease should be understood..
my hands...
my fingers...
my mind and all the music it could play
upon your addition...
the chords progression...
yes fingering your satisfaction.
you wonder what would i trace... ...
but your words, my thoughts
made me sit...only to write more.
to think of your eyes of blue
looking at me..
staring at me...
wanting to see into me.
my hands are rough...
my fingers too...
playing across strings...
they touch the frets...
a simple crease should be understood..
my hands...
my fingers...
my mind and all the music it could play
upon your addition...
the chords progression...
yes fingering your satisfaction.
you wonder what would i trace... ...
#erotic
#lover
434 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Dec 2019 1:48am
21st Dec 2019 1:48am
the lace and even the leather
I wonder of the placement of a hand
wonder how it can be guided, with a plan
would you hold it and let it snake
trace, a vision to make
the image of such a snake...
moving yet wandering
visionary and wondering
how powerful...the word , wondering
night passes as the star light whispers
bringing thoughts to wicked thoughts as sisters.
from deep within my breathing musters
as the visions play upon my brain
so to rehearse secrets like heavenly rain
in the corners of my insane.
my night is filled with you...
how...
wonder how it can be guided, with a plan
would you hold it and let it snake
trace, a vision to make
the image of such a snake...
moving yet wandering
visionary and wondering
how powerful...the word , wondering
night passes as the star light whispers
bringing thoughts to wicked thoughts as sisters.
from deep within my breathing musters
as the visions play upon my brain
so to rehearse secrets like heavenly rain
in the corners of my insane.
my night is filled with you...
how...
#lust
#lover
535 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Dec 2019 1:38am
21st Dec 2019 1:38am
the waltz of morrigan
oh how I would like the dance to begin...
the bow drawn across the strings...
the violins and haunting of the cello’s ring..
to take the softness of your hand..
to witness the lady
the tapping on wooden floor
the glow from the chandelier..
how eloquent the dances of days gone bye...
the sparkle in your blue…
would that hue be to this mood...?
how, flowing the gown..
the low cut…of your maidenhood.
curves and beauty…just as you should.
the feather touch of my hand, upon your glove..
the imagination of what were...
the bow drawn across the strings...
the violins and haunting of the cello’s ring..
to take the softness of your hand..
to witness the lady
the tapping on wooden floor
the glow from the chandelier..
how eloquent the dances of days gone bye...
the sparkle in your blue…
would that hue be to this mood...?
how, flowing the gown..
the low cut…of your maidenhood.
curves and beauty…just as you should.
the feather touch of my hand, upon your glove..
the imagination of what were...
#love
#inspirational
486 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Dec 2019 1:41pm
20th Dec 2019 1:41pm
on another note
#lust
#passion
614 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Dec 2019 9:48am
20th Dec 2019 9:48am
untitled
If your nipple were here,
I would pinch it,
I would elongate it,
I would grasp it between my fingers,
Roll it,
Feel the skin as it tightens,
Maybe even see if it bends
But I would at the same time, stretch it,
Not only would I grab it,
I would massage it.
Did I say elongate it?
I meant I might bite it.
Could I suck on it?
As I lay my lips on it
The air is cold out
Warmth is it…
As I press against it
Comfort is…
How I miss it.
If your nipple were here.
How memorable it now appears.
I would pinch it,
I would elongate it,
I would grasp it between my fingers,
Roll it,
Feel the skin as it tightens,
Maybe even see if it bends
But I would at the same time, stretch it,
Not only would I grab it,
I would massage it.
Did I say elongate it?
I meant I might bite it.
Could I suck on it?
As I lay my lips on it
The air is cold out
Warmth is it…
As I press against it
Comfort is…
How I miss it.
If your nipple were here.
How memorable it now appears.
#dark
#vanity
#hypocrisy
542 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Dec 2019 3:04pm
19th Dec 2019 3:04pm
imperfection
It is …
the imperfection.
my imperfection.
that allows me to search
to run against the grain,
to deviate from a norm,
pursuing an uncharted course
within my mind, which is truly, well rehearsed.
purposely, i find in you
i seek your imperfection
reaching out,
grasping for your mind
the design of your web. that too, i have in mine
in truth, your words
hoping...they will navigate
instructing my hands.
allowing...
as if, the mortal clay were to be mixed and molded
momentarily, i imagine your skin. ...
the imperfection.
my imperfection.
that allows me to search
to run against the grain,
to deviate from a norm,
pursuing an uncharted course
within my mind, which is truly, well rehearsed.
purposely, i find in you
i seek your imperfection
reaching out,
grasping for your mind
the design of your web. that too, i have in mine
in truth, your words
hoping...they will navigate
instructing my hands.
allowing...
as if, the mortal clay were to be mixed and molded
momentarily, i imagine your skin. ...
#dreams
#escape
424 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 3:00am
9th Jun 2019 3:00am
the richness of...
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
455 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2019 8:54pm
2nd Jun 2019 8:54pm
will it last?
do i tire from your sweetness?
do i lose the taste
as if you were old bubble gum...?
the vibrant colors my tongue picks up
swirling your taste around...
yes i chew, as if you were bubble gum.
nibbling away at the grains of sugar...
flattening them until they become a forgotten memory.
chewing..over working the wet from you...
into a hard wad....
life-less...
juice-less...
twisting no more on the end of my tongue...
yet it is still pink...
bubble pink...
or was it bubble grape?
the tease of your sweetness... ...
do i lose the taste
as if you were old bubble gum...?
the vibrant colors my tongue picks up
swirling your taste around...
yes i chew, as if you were bubble gum.
nibbling away at the grains of sugar...
flattening them until they become a forgotten memory.
chewing..over working the wet from you...
into a hard wad....
life-less...
juice-less...
twisting no more on the end of my tongue...
yet it is still pink...
bubble pink...
or was it bubble grape?
the tease of your sweetness... ...
#food
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2019 4:03am
27th May 2019 4:03am
nonsense
upon a trip
at a different gait
seemingly across the land, i skate.
oh heavens, let me not be late,
for i know not, to this story, a plot
but i do ponder, this a lot.
round and round
this way and that
is that the door?
or is it the trap?
could you tell me that...
listening to the clues,
it says i have nothing to lose.
so i listen and listen more,
to all your written word, for which i adore.
study and re-hash
memorize and take note
to all of which, you spoke.
...
at a different gait
seemingly across the land, i skate.
oh heavens, let me not be late,
for i know not, to this story, a plot
but i do ponder, this a lot.
round and round
this way and that
is that the door?
or is it the trap?
could you tell me that...
listening to the clues,
it says i have nothing to lose.
so i listen and listen more,
to all your written word, for which i adore.
study and re-hash
memorize and take note
to all of which, you spoke.
...
#SelfReflection
494 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2019 1:24pm
26th May 2019 1:24pm
as to the sun
i remember,
i held you in such a way
you swayed
now we are not to play.
the more i seek
the less i find, not even a peep.
as to the sun, your petals show the scorch,
bear in mind, my heart holds that torch.
the more i weep.
i remember,
i held you in such a way.
i held you in such a way
you swayed
now we are not to play.
the more i seek
the less i find, not even a peep.
as to the sun, your petals show the scorch,
bear in mind, my heart holds that torch.
the more i weep.
i remember,
i held you in such a way.
#UnrequitedLove
459 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Oct 2018 12:31pm
18th Oct 2018 12:31pm
i must
I must confess
the silence of your pen
hinders the muse that stirs from within.
you and your verse...
in a writer's trance you did place,
upon me, i felt the chase
now such is silence...so perverse
unnatural is for the day to pass
and not a word from you, my lass.
You, my Lady, I know of more thy station
of a bonnie,
but in my heart
the distinction, you, as my Lady or my Lass.
how do I part?
so the rules of each,
in the air about court.
so plagued, now i see...
my writing's will come, patience...
the silence of your pen
hinders the muse that stirs from within.
you and your verse...
in a writer's trance you did place,
upon me, i felt the chase
now such is silence...so perverse
unnatural is for the day to pass
and not a word from you, my lass.
You, my Lady, I know of more thy station
of a bonnie,
but in my heart
the distinction, you, as my Lady or my Lass.
how do I part?
so the rules of each,
in the air about court.
so plagued, now i see...
my writing's will come, patience...
#memories
613 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Oct 2018 2:03pm
16th Oct 2018 2:03pm
my mind pens more
#gratitude
#meditation
#ForbiddenLove
545 reads
2 Comments
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