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With out your hand to hold....


I sit here and think of no other. The dawn sets a new morning arises. And still it is only you lying with in my head.

My mind races to let go to find a finish. A sunset, a moon rise and face the next with out your sea of tranquility resting inside of me.

Only every moment your there, here in my head. Serenely sailing upon my oceans of dream.
Only spending time alone within your thoughts and only speaking with your eyes to every beautiful thing.

Beautiful! You are an amazing writer!
 
Revolving Hearts
by Honey123©


How can I be yours alone?
I’m just another star
but burning less brightly
than those about you

Old enough to know
Young enough to desire
close enough to feel
and yet,

I’m but a mere speck
in your universe;
smoldering on, caught up
in your stardust trail

I can’t glow any brighter
for my hard years
have dulled me
I shine on only for you

Should I resign
to be a planet?
To slowly revolve
around your being?

Or just stay that star
that you sometimes gaze upon
never realizing
what hides beneath the sparkle

but I know
I can brighten your days
and I desperately long
to capture your nights
 
Revolving Hearts
by Honey123©


How can I be yours alone?
I’m just another star
but burning less brightly
than those about you

Old enough to know
Young enough to desire
close enough to feel
and yet,

I’m but a mere speck
in your universe;
smoldering on, caught up
in your stardust trail

I can’t glow any brighter
for my hard years
have dulled me
I shine on only for you

Should I resign
to be a planet?
To slowly revolve
around your being?

Or just stay that star
that you sometimes gaze upon
never realizing
what hides beneath the sparkle

but I know
I can brighten your days
and I desperately long
to capture your nights


Love it, Beautiful and sad all in the same breath
 
Revolving Hearts
by Honey123©


How can I be yours alone?
I’m just another star
but burning less brightly
than those about you

Old enough to know
Young enough to desire
close enough to feel
and yet,

I’m but a mere speck
in your universe;
smoldering on, caught up
in your stardust trail

I can’t glow any brighter
for my hard years
have dulled me
I shine on only for you

Should I resign
to be a planet?
To slowly revolve
around your being?

Or just stay that star
that you sometimes gaze upon
never realizing
what hides beneath the sparkle

but I know
I can brighten your days
and I desperately long
to capture your nights

Honey, this is beautifully written. It tugs on my heart strings.*clapping*
 
With out your hand to hold....


I sit here and think of no other. The dawn sets a new morning arises. And still it is only you lying with in my head.

My mind races to let go to find a finish. A sunset, a moon rise and face the next with out your sea of tranquility resting inside of me.

Only every moment your there, here in my head. Serenely sailing upon my oceans of dream.
Only spending time alone within your thoughts and only speaking with your eyes to every beautiful thing.

Another great submission. Thanks!
 
This is not about sex.
It's not about caresses
Foreplay
Fingertips
Thrusting, pumping, stroking, groping,
Pokers, peckers, pussies gushing
Juices flowing
Erections growing.
It's not physical.
It's not instant gratification.
It's not lust.
It's not my imagination.
It's not my fantasy.

This is about words striking
And piping their way into a fleshy heart
That responds by beating
With increased vigor.
This is about hearts meeting, shying away,
Then meeting in non obvious ways.
Melding quietly, and not noticing
Their extreme proximity
Towards something insanely magical.
This is about the fog lifting
From dual consciousnesses...
Finding two undressed.
Naked and unashamed.
Only feeling to blame the pain of past erased
And the hope of future
Bestowed.

This is about words unspoken,
Yet understood innately
Between people on a single plane of thought.
It's intimacy regarded outside of the norm
It's fetish of more than sexual defining,
Yet, accomplishing fulfillment far beyond any chance encounter.
This isn't a one night stand,
But a multiple nights falling.
Fearful yet fun and freeing.
Not worried, just being.

This is....
Real.

Not worried, just being... Love that.

Well done as always :heart:
 
Peeks head in....

Is this place like a Teddy Pendergrass ladies only concert?
 
Awww I sometimes read and don't say anything--especially lately.
Posting often feels like "work" when lurking is so easy lol:rolleyes:


Only if that's your thing :p

Yeah, lurking is easy, but posting is appreciated. Plus, you're one of my fav people.
 
A burgeoning fetish? socks!

Ok, so seeing so many lively lit ladies in long socks has become an attractive thing for me. Like anything, I'm writing a series about it. Lol. Just indulge me. Here's pt. I.

My mind is in a weird place,
Thoughts in a strange space,
Thinking bout socks...
I wonder,
Can you relate?
Crawling up socks
Gripping what's beneath
Massaging socked feet,
Feeling the fleshly meat
Of calves shaped and sexy.
I can feel my heart beat.
It's pounding out of my chest
Your socked sexy self has me under durress.
Socks rising still,
Revising their feel.
Skin of alabaster
Costumed in a fabric role play.
Enthralled, my vision blurry
In no apparent hurry
Socks have me senseless
Completely defenseless.
Rising to the tops,
Your skin attacks my senses
Eyes wide open, goose bumps
No way to end this.
Thighs in my eyes,
Oh me...how can I win this?
Feeling kind of witless,
Shaking out of my boots,
My lips find their first kiss
Up against you
Mmm...your taste is nice
Matured like fine wine
Fingers shaking like vines up and down
In real time.
I'm...intoxicated, heavily sedated
My drunken revelry leading me
To slightly wettened panties....
 
Ok, so seeing so many lively lit ladies in long socks has become an attractive thing for me. Like anything, I'm writing a series about it. Lol. Just indulge me. Here's pt. I.

My mind is in a weird place,
Thoughts in a strange space,
Thinking bout socks...
I wonder,
Can you relate?
Crawling up socks
Gripping what's beneath
Massaging socked feet,
Feeling the fleshly meat
Of calves shaped and sexy.
I can feel my heart beat.
It's pounding out of my chest
Your socked sexy self has me under durress.
Socks rising still,
Revising their feel.
Skin of alabaster
Costumed in a fabric role play.
Enthralled, my vision blurry
In no apparent hurry
Socks have me senseless
Completely defenseless.
Rising to the tops,
Your skin attacks my senses
Eyes wide open, goose bumps
No way to end this.
Thighs in my eyes,
Oh me...how can I win this?
Feeling kind of witless,
Shaking out of my boots,
My lips find their first kiss
Up against you
Mmm...your taste is nice
Matured like fine wine
Fingers shaking like vines up and down
In real time.
I'm...intoxicated, heavily sedated
My drunken revelry leading me
To slightly wettened panties....

Damn! You make socks sound so fucking hott! Oh you were talking about the girl that wears it?? Oops, my bad! :eek:

I :heart: it, seriously, tis about time someone wrote a poem about socks. I wonder what Corbal will say about this? ;)

:kiss::kiss::kiss:
 
Damn! You make socks sound so fucking hott! Oh you were talking about the girl that wears it?? Oops, my bad! :eek:

I :heart: it, seriously, tis about time someone wrote a poem about socks. I wonder what Corbal will say about this? ;)

:kiss::kiss::kiss:

Hmm...didn't think about that. Maybe she'll visit tonight and give me her thoughts. Lol
 
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