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Me

Just rambling again

Sick and twisted me Lost in deviant sin The sweet taste of salt The tangy scent of honey Sweat and skin, Water and earth. Sick and deviant me Lost in twisted delight The slap of moving flesh The growl of anguished ecstasy Gasp and breathe Air and fire. Languid soul v. roaring heart Eloquent sigh v. sordid mouth Oh yes, please, Deviant and twisted me. ~ Sweet and delicate me Masked and yet laid bare The innocence of an ang...

here I am, a pale desperation,when your passion prefers the dark and exotic, the scent of campfiresand the sound of music that stirs your blood with whispers of more to come. here I am,a sweet longing...loved and cosseted but never quite enough to satisfy at any moment...all magnolias and jasmine and everyday china... no one truly special. here I am,a heartfelt murmur waiting for those drops of gentle touches across my op...

Morning Safety

is there something past this moment?

I awoke to the feeling of your warm bodywrapped around meand the rhythm of your regular breathingruffling my hair. I felt so safe at that moment. Memories returned of a different sort of breathing as your body blanketed mineand your strong, erect length invaded me. Hands grasped at my tenderest spots bruising, possessing, owning every inch. Your kisses were drugging.Your voice a vibration that stirred my whole body to ope...

please

will you, please?

my mouth is pouty today.....an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner,to whisper wicked and shocking thingsas you smile your teasing smile,and make love to my heart. will you come close to meand know the texture of my giggles as you breathe me into your soul? your hand slides up my arm tracing its length as lightly as a butterfly's wings.your fingers caress my throat as your other hand rests at my...

I wonder if...

Just a thought and a prayer

Do you ever read through some messages And realise just how much you love someone? Ever just sit and think of that person?Realise that they make you happy?That happened to me just tonight. Here I am, sitting around, bored, so I fire some Led Zeppelin on and start hanging around in my inbox.I read some messages to myself.I smiled.Something made me.Was it that we had experiences in common? Was it that we didn’t pysically se...

My Little Angel

Remembering Lisa Mae my first born child

The day you were born,Our lives were happy,But our hearts were torn. You came on your day in a flash.You were here but a few minutes Then you had to dash. You would be 40 years old had you stayed.Sisters you have twoTogether you would have played. To me alone your appearance lingers.I held your sweet body.I played with your fingers. How I wish you could hear me say,When I would hold and hug you“I love you more with each p...

Lady Vodka (Poem 6 of many)

I drank her all up (boo hoo)

Drank my Lady,I drank her all up.She was tasty,now I long for more.I have no money,so long I shall.But I want more Vodka,sadly she is depleted!I drank her all up.But, alas, I shall not be defeated!My Lady Vodka, I shall have!I shall have and savourand love her flavour!And feel the burn caress my being.A Polish Lady, I shall acquireand times no longershall seem so dire,for Lady Vodka, is my desire!

She

A poem for her

When times are bad, and thoughts are low, She turns straight up, she seems to know. She makes me laugh, she makes me smile, Her grace astonishing, her beauty, her style. She is tactile, lascivious, beautiful, neurotic, and elegant, intelligent, thoughtful, erotic. Her body’s amazing. Her mind is so keen, Whether solving a problem or being obscene. Her curiosity amazes, it’s a joy to behold. Her inner so shy, and her outer...

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Fear of the unknown

Can one overcome the fears of the unknown

Tonight I lay in my bed empty and coldI wish that you were here for me to holdWe’ve talked by the hour, how it will beWhen you arrive to finally be here with meThe dreams will come true, I know they willBut deep in my heart, I’m scared stillOf the disappoint I’m afraid you’ll feelWill you embrace me or turn on your heelWill you run for the door, and not look backWill my heart shudder, tremble and crackOr on your face will...

Tides of Doubt

Doubt and disbelief...

Tidal flow Ebb and fall Like the beating of my heart From strong to faint In an eerie lance of muted light Jealousy rises up in my absence And I lose my nerve I teeter as solid foundation Crumbles under me once more And I doubt. I see the words, I see the fluttering hearts I witness with envy The batting of eyelashes and The smirking of smiles Directed at you And I have to wonder Can I truly believe? Space reaches out Ins...

Scatter me on the wind...

Can we ever find the horizon that we long for?

Scatter me on the wind Let me drift away Across a world gone mad Let me disappear into the void Float across space Let me burn up in the sun Immolate me in fire And let me be reborn As something new Something innocent Take away the pain That shrouds my heart Take away the need That fills my soul Show me what it is to be brave To live free To wander and wonder At all there is And at all there will ever be Let me see the wo...

To thisAnd to what my heart longs forI strive to assemble some semblance of emotionSo I might resemble those identical individualsAnd shine with a smile of my ownTo set me apart from the restAnd wake me from this dreamThe very same glass house I wish I could shatterAnd feel the shards cut away my fleshAs I stand gazing upward to the heavensStars aboveI'm praying for your loveThe coldness of space and tears I knowWill neve...

The Clock

Looking at the clock ticking my life away

Sitting at my table, looking at the clock, its long finger pointing at the minutes, while the shorter finger holds the hours down like a thumb pushing in a tack to hold time still, but nothing stops the orbit of those fingers. Outside the wind is blowing and the trees bend and sway in the wildness of this cold, grey day, while I look at the clock, its fingers ignorant of the wind and the beating of my heart, or what is ha...

Love Song to the Moon

a song of unrequited love to the indifferent moon

Sometimes you light my way with your bright face, your lovely face, so round, so luminous floating through the darkness at a pace so slow it’s almost still and devious, pulling tides higher on the shore, blinding me from stars with your strange, indifferent glow. Sometimes, you hide in shadows finding ways to give so little light as you grow darker with each passing night, a sliver, a slight smile on you lips, a teasing g...

For Passover: No Passing Over

reflecting on occupied Palestine and liberation on Passover

Even in escape, there’s no escape, no opening of waters, no Promised Land,no paradise, no freedom if the Sinai that was crossedso long ago is littered now with bonescrumbling in that sandand broken hearts are screaming anguished criesand tears from longing eyes roll down cheekslooking at the land no longer theirs.Now, there is no grassy hill to sit on in the setting sunfeeling chosen while the "un-chosen" run through burn...