Lesbian Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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lesbian seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Picnic Dreams
Nobody saw us sneak off
Girl, I let you
Peel my layers
Think you could seduce me
Think I had never done
This before
I have a whole life
You know nothing about
You should have seen
Your face
When you peeled back my clothes
Then took off yours
All the while looking into my eyes
There was nothing better
Than seeing the surprise
Then delight
In yours
When I threw you down
Then went down
Girl, you’re delicious
...
Girl, I let you
Peel my layers
Think you could seduce me
Think I had never done
This before
I have a whole life
You know nothing about
You should have seen
Your face
When you peeled back my clothes
Then took off yours
All the while looking into my eyes
There was nothing better
Than seeing the surprise
Then delight
In yours
When I threw you down
Then went down
Girl, you’re delicious
...
#dirty
#dreams
#erotic #lesbian
#erotic #lesbian
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bittersweet memories (Christina)
1.
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
#lesbian
#LGBT
#love #memories
#love #memories
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#lesbian
#sex
#erotic
#orgasm
#seductive
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New Orleans, New Year, 2023
1
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
#lesbian
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#seductive
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2 Comments
DFS (Dance Floor Sex) 2
Yeah ya know it's Saturday night
Well past dawn of midnight
Babe and I ain't goin' home
Still tryna groan an' moan
Sugar sweet like honey
Got this shit printing money
Making a killing out here
Lettin' me getta fillin' her
Baby girl Ride Or Die
But right now she hella high
Alcohol has her tipsy
Now she getting lipsy
With her new favourite pal
A wild-eyed country gal
Middle of the dance floor
Asking if she wants some more
Pulls up an ol' wooden chair
Ties back her blonde hair
...
Well past dawn of midnight
Babe and I ain't goin' home
Still tryna groan an' moan
Sugar sweet like honey
Got this shit printing money
Making a killing out here
Lettin' me getta fillin' her
Baby girl Ride Or Die
But right now she hella high
Alcohol has her tipsy
Now she getting lipsy
With her new favourite pal
A wild-eyed country gal
Middle of the dance floor
Asking if she wants some more
Pulls up an ol' wooden chair
Ties back her blonde hair
...
#lesbian
#sex
#erotic
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A Concerto for Violin d' Amour
A Concerto for Violin d' Amour
The blonde barista stumbles in her high heels as she begins crying like a pilgrim on the road to penance. She is wearing turquoise lingerie that slips like a ghost of her intimate moments above the waistband of her leotard pants with her matching bra straps strung over her shoulders. Her spandex is figure-hugging as she moves across the floor. She is a walking seduction.
Her tears and crying spell take me by surprise as a wonder what is the cause of her distress. As she waves her hands, she is startled by her redhead coworker...
The blonde barista stumbles in her high heels as she begins crying like a pilgrim on the road to penance. She is wearing turquoise lingerie that slips like a ghost of her intimate moments above the waistband of her leotard pants with her matching bra straps strung over her shoulders. Her spandex is figure-hugging as she moves across the floor. She is a walking seduction.
Her tears and crying spell take me by surprise as a wonder what is the cause of her distress. As she waves her hands, she is startled by her redhead coworker...
#lust
#lesbian
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
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Harcamone
Harcamone”
When I die in a chamber of his heart, alone,
Where a rose rises from the stone,
I will gaze in vacant alleys of sunlight dim
Where every turn inscribes the death in him.
A tale of a rose, a dying dove
In the palm of a dreamer’s love,
To the morning bells that rage
In illiteracy of his final page—
Where is writ his sacred sin
In the blood that clings to his skin,
Which makes so cold, and beautiful
The thorns that agonize his fragile soul
Agonizing as the silence of his grave to be
While through him,...
When I die in a chamber of his heart, alone,
Where a rose rises from the stone,
I will gaze in vacant alleys of sunlight dim
Where every turn inscribes the death in him.
A tale of a rose, a dying dove
In the palm of a dreamer’s love,
To the morning bells that rage
In illiteracy of his final page—
Where is writ his sacred sin
In the blood that clings to his skin,
Which makes so cold, and beautiful
The thorns that agonize his fragile soul
Agonizing as the silence of his grave to be
While through him,...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
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Fontevrault
Fontevrault”
Lend me your soul, my imprisoned wings.
What cell holds your laurels on so fair a grave?
The distant song whispers in ruin on that sacred place
Where enshrined by chains our caress is seen no more.
They say they saw him climb the wall of roses,
By such sacred thorns, I long to remove my heart
As kissed his blood, to find him among the angels
While mutely such a cry rattles in my strangled throat.
The flowers he touched, condemned to be my idols,
Bloom where once he walked, weary with beauty.
Alas! our...
Lend me your soul, my imprisoned wings.
What cell holds your laurels on so fair a grave?
The distant song whispers in ruin on that sacred place
Where enshrined by chains our caress is seen no more.
They say they saw him climb the wall of roses,
By such sacred thorns, I long to remove my heart
As kissed his blood, to find him among the angels
While mutely such a cry rattles in my strangled throat.
The flowers he touched, condemned to be my idols,
Bloom where once he walked, weary with beauty.
Alas! our...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
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The Road
The Road”
I see aural fields burn before me,
And ancient roads traveled by no man.
Ill waters murmur voices of the drowned,
For wretched is the passage through Genesis
To what tears we do not recall
Beyond dark seas that roar silently
Without voices in their starlit waves
Ere we were Thought in our father’s eyes.
?meard a saw I erofeb I saw tahW
emit siht ni yhw dna ,dlrow siht ni yhW
?tpek meard eht sI
Which road then leads to the heavens?
I beware the road, for it does not lead to you.
Past the fires of...
I see aural fields burn before me,
And ancient roads traveled by no man.
Ill waters murmur voices of the drowned,
For wretched is the passage through Genesis
To what tears we do not recall
Beyond dark seas that roar silently
Without voices in their starlit waves
Ere we were Thought in our father’s eyes.
?meard a saw I erofeb I saw tahW
emit siht ni yhw dna ,dlrow siht ni yhW
?tpek meard eht sI
Which road then leads to the heavens?
I beware the road, for it does not lead to you.
Past the fires of...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
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The Labyrinth
The Labyrinth”
What is this land we have known before?
A strange place of strange memories.
There are doorways that lead to darkened rooms,
And still darker passages beyond.
You seem to die there, and I cannot follow,
For your time is not mine in which to dwell;
Longing to reach across the ages to a past which binds
Our dreams where we may meet again.
What were we when Time was young,
As unknown gazes looked to a newborn sky?
Nothing dawns on me ere my firstborn cry,
But what memory traces farther than those tears?...
What is this land we have known before?
A strange place of strange memories.
There are doorways that lead to darkened rooms,
And still darker passages beyond.
You seem to die there, and I cannot follow,
For your time is not mine in which to dwell;
Longing to reach across the ages to a past which binds
Our dreams where we may meet again.
What were we when Time was young,
As unknown gazes looked to a newborn sky?
Nothing dawns on me ere my firstborn cry,
But what memory traces farther than those tears?...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#philosophical
#bisexual
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The Night Becomes You
The Night Becomes You”
The night becomes you—
In the wilderness of stars,
There are voices I long to silence,
Speaking in tongues unheard—
A tear, stained by moonlight,
Falls to the leaden chalice.
In vain I sought to drink of this cup
Some echo of what your voice had been
In the shrine of the self-slain altar
Where all is sorrow in an ageless Heaven
In your eyes where a shadow has fallen.
I sought to see what lights remain
Where you have grown still—
Our friends of old depart without sound,
You have...
The night becomes you—
In the wilderness of stars,
There are voices I long to silence,
Speaking in tongues unheard—
A tear, stained by moonlight,
Falls to the leaden chalice.
In vain I sought to drink of this cup
Some echo of what your voice had been
In the shrine of the self-slain altar
Where all is sorrow in an ageless Heaven
In your eyes where a shadow has fallen.
I sought to see what lights remain
Where you have grown still—
Our friends of old depart without sound,
You have...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#MentalHealth
#bisexual
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The Outsider
The Outsider”
You are ashes…and I am scattered…
My veins are in the trees…
Yes, my blood is in the leaves.
I am so sorry I cannot feel you anymore:
There are too many places where I am hidden.
My desires are laid bare.
Someone is dreaming inside of me—
The outsider speaks with my voice,
Looking with my eyes on everyone.
I do not know who this is.
(.si siht ohw wonk ton od I)
But this shade must be known to you—
When I tried to surface, I lost the way—
There is no return from the mourning
Of what I was,...
You are ashes…and I am scattered…
My veins are in the trees…
Yes, my blood is in the leaves.
I am so sorry I cannot feel you anymore:
There are too many places where I am hidden.
My desires are laid bare.
Someone is dreaming inside of me—
The outsider speaks with my voice,
Looking with my eyes on everyone.
I do not know who this is.
(.si siht ohw wonk ton od I)
But this shade must be known to you—
When I tried to surface, I lost the way—
There is no return from the mourning
Of what I was,...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
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