Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Mar 2020 7:25pm
24th Mar 2020 7:25pm
you and your cob
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2020 7:19pm
24th Mar 2020 7:19pm
that of a kiss
Are all the frogs around?
Do you kiss and kiss?
Do all of them seem to miss?
Winter sets its path
The wind and the chill
Cold to the bone …
Cast on the land and the lake
Snow and ice of crystals it does make.
And from your window
Is that the look of despair?
And you think one more kiss
It would cause all to repair.
At night in the dark of your slumber..
In dreams all within your chamber
For in your dreams nothing but fairy dust fills the air.
Don’t be afraid of the warlock’s glare
The sun sets to reveal our moon...
Do you kiss and kiss?
Do all of them seem to miss?
Winter sets its path
The wind and the chill
Cold to the bone …
Cast on the land and the lake
Snow and ice of crystals it does make.
And from your window
Is that the look of despair?
And you think one more kiss
It would cause all to repair.
At night in the dark of your slumber..
In dreams all within your chamber
For in your dreams nothing but fairy dust fills the air.
Don’t be afraid of the warlock’s glare
The sun sets to reveal our moon...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2020 12:59pm
22nd Mar 2020 12:59pm
(revised)
From sensationalism bleeds history.
Are these twins to blame?
Their movements freeze the frame.
Formatting the worse.
Feeding, milking a curse,
All in the avarice of news,
Be it here. We lose.
Each the lending of the inane,
Could one ever imagine, even ascertain?
Heedlessly, coercing the haunting fate.
An image. desiccated, fermented in law, disguised as rights,
Creating the evil of that night…
Rainbows in life a new.
The riches of gold, the honors bestowed upon you.
Amidst the royal titles to ladies of more, ...
Are these twins to blame?
Their movements freeze the frame.
Formatting the worse.
Feeding, milking a curse,
All in the avarice of news,
Be it here. We lose.
Each the lending of the inane,
Could one ever imagine, even ascertain?
Heedlessly, coercing the haunting fate.
An image. desiccated, fermented in law, disguised as rights,
Creating the evil of that night…
Rainbows in life a new.
The riches of gold, the honors bestowed upon you.
Amidst the royal titles to ladies of more, ...
#greed
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2020 1:23pm
21st Mar 2020 1:23pm
transgressional thoughts: 1976
translating the night-
crickets moaning to black sounds of night-
motion stirring-
while motionless creatures rest,
in time.
echoes for lust,
crushed only by the just.
rainbows of dust: drowning out the callings to us
reasons not known, feelings so little.
acknowledgement, mostly forgot
understanding, a not.
passions now splatter themselves on the walls-
just to promise you,
that you may fall.
crickets moaning to black sounds of night-
motion stirring-
while motionless creatures rest,
in time.
echoes for lust,
crushed only by the just.
rainbows of dust: drowning out the callings to us
reasons not known, feelings so little.
acknowledgement, mostly forgot
understanding, a not.
passions now splatter themselves on the walls-
just to promise you,
that you may fall.
#philosophical
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Mar 2020 12:30pm
21st Mar 2020 12:30pm
let me
Oh, my my
as I kneel and may I say
please, please give it to me.
i am ready
oh how i have waited on this day
to lick your lips and taste what may
i have waited to spread you wide and to look inside
to stick my tongue upon your pretty pink
to make it wet and so for me it will drip.
as it awaits my wide stiff link.
to watch you rub your pussy
Oh, such a wondrous dream
to hear you, maybe even as a scream.
but even to hear the soft gentle grunts and moans
surely a satisfying tone.
i want to watch your finger go round and...
as I kneel and may I say
please, please give it to me.
i am ready
oh how i have waited on this day
to lick your lips and taste what may
i have waited to spread you wide and to look inside
to stick my tongue upon your pretty pink
to make it wet and so for me it will drip.
as it awaits my wide stiff link.
to watch you rub your pussy
Oh, such a wondrous dream
to hear you, maybe even as a scream.
but even to hear the soft gentle grunts and moans
surely a satisfying tone.
i want to watch your finger go round and...
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
1213 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2020 6:37am
18th Mar 2020 6:37am
I, too
I, too, heard the country's call
is it not one in the same...
keeping in me... sane?
silence,
the reward ,
staying, the chill of early morn
would the calm increase within
...if my warm leg were to...
brush against you ...
a true message could it send.
with my back momentarily turned
sketch again the loving of your word...
finger tip ...dots and curves....
written....
as a whisper’s imagery and a reality does emerge.
the dark of the night...
close my lady…my sweet... ...
is it not one in the same...
keeping in me... sane?
silence,
the reward ,
staying, the chill of early morn
would the calm increase within
...if my warm leg were to...
brush against you ...
a true message could it send.
with my back momentarily turned
sketch again the loving of your word...
finger tip ...dots and curves....
written....
as a whisper’s imagery and a reality does emerge.
the dark of the night...
close my lady…my sweet... ...
#nature
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Mar 2020 6:27am
18th Mar 2020 6:27am
stone
yes..
the fullness of the moon...
she turns,
my mind travels...
again, be it so
as down the forbidden,
our minds often go...
would you find the curves of a stone...
and within the night..
press,
its hardness of that stone.
against,
moving up and down,
on parts surely,
never should to me... be known.
in the cover of night...
only with streaks of her moon light...
movement of my hand as if to choke...
for close, you are upon this dream...
magically,
i have felt you within.... ...
the fullness of the moon...
she turns,
my mind travels...
again, be it so
as down the forbidden,
our minds often go...
would you find the curves of a stone...
and within the night..
press,
its hardness of that stone.
against,
moving up and down,
on parts surely,
never should to me... be known.
in the cover of night...
only with streaks of her moon light...
movement of my hand as if to choke...
for close, you are upon this dream...
magically,
i have felt you within.... ...
#ForbiddenLove
#temptation
621 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Mar 2020 12:50pm
10th Mar 2020 12:50pm
at night.... you walk
...oh to write to you with all that is in my mind...
your hand in mine...
the night's moon is in her glow...
to share the morning's rise...to just sit and watch.
to smell the wheat...
golden....all around…standing in the rich…formerly a sea of green
upon my shoulder...you do lean...
the smell of your skin....
and in your hair....you and nature...how they blend...
each waking day...in my head you do play....
year after year....how lucky my mind is my dear...
so many times your walks upon your creek...
have been walks that I have...
your hand in mine...
the night's moon is in her glow...
to share the morning's rise...to just sit and watch.
to smell the wheat...
golden....all around…standing in the rich…formerly a sea of green
upon my shoulder...you do lean...
the smell of your skin....
and in your hair....you and nature...how they blend...
each waking day...in my head you do play....
year after year....how lucky my mind is my dear...
so many times your walks upon your creek...
have been walks that I have...
#dreams
#memories
527 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2020 2:42pm
5th Mar 2020 2:42pm
201, in the name of science
#science
568 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Mar 2020 1:59pm
5th Mar 2020 1:59pm
but, i should
i don’t know you
yet,
i look at every one of your details,
the gentleness of your curve
wondering of your love.
i stare upon your photo in your lace,
my mind then salivates for a sampling taste.
the nipples and how they protrude,
the openness that falls just right
elating my delight.
once again, my mind
is it to preclude?
a coating of the whimsical lube
to stimulate
stiffening to yet masturbate.
Oh, for heaven’s sake
i don’t know you
but,
i should.
yet,
i look at every one of your details,
the gentleness of your curve
wondering of your love.
i stare upon your photo in your lace,
my mind then salivates for a sampling taste.
the nipples and how they protrude,
the openness that falls just right
elating my delight.
once again, my mind
is it to preclude?
a coating of the whimsical lube
to stimulate
stiffening to yet masturbate.
Oh, for heaven’s sake
i don’t know you
but,
i should.
#lust
#dreams
#crush
533 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 1:40pm
27th Feb 2020 1:40pm
passing thoughts
and as I find a friend
like all that have come before
out of my life they flow
behind an opaque door.
you journey in my mind
and upon a road
paved black
leaving me this hard row to hoe.
traveling bound
on silver wings, so you press on
outside your nest
left are others to forlorn.
I embrace with joy
your efforts to play
to grow up ..and live
on track, as you must stay.
but come the day,
one filled with haze
life creates a bump or two
leaving all a maze.
do find me here,...
like all that have come before
out of my life they flow
behind an opaque door.
you journey in my mind
and upon a road
paved black
leaving me this hard row to hoe.
traveling bound
on silver wings, so you press on
outside your nest
left are others to forlorn.
I embrace with joy
your efforts to play
to grow up ..and live
on track, as you must stay.
but come the day,
one filled with haze
life creates a bump or two
leaving all a maze.
do find me here,...
#memories
470 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2020 1:30pm
27th Feb 2020 1:30pm
the cookie jar
and so now we have pooh...
alone ....among the honey bees
in his own time and a pondering
along with his honey jar.
a taste of dew,
images that are in the mind
he sits and stews.
what could be more fun,
than the imagination of pooh
and one as you.
cookie jars and honey jars
no different when you look from a far.
pondering of chance
a mystery, the jars sit.
pooh, at glance.
to have the honey as it drips
from the tip of the tongue
to the end of pooh’s chinny chin chin
have you ever thought of this fairy...
alone ....among the honey bees
in his own time and a pondering
along with his honey jar.
a taste of dew,
images that are in the mind
he sits and stews.
what could be more fun,
than the imagination of pooh
and one as you.
cookie jars and honey jars
no different when you look from a far.
pondering of chance
a mystery, the jars sit.
pooh, at glance.
to have the honey as it drips
from the tip of the tongue
to the end of pooh’s chinny chin chin
have you ever thought of this fairy...
#lust
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