A Lotus Pond

I much prefer your work, dear Lotus. I enjoy the poetry of it, the sparks of inspiration it gives my mind.
 
I much prefer your work, dear Lotus. I enjoy the poetry of it, the sparks of inspiration it gives my mind.

You're too sweet, lovely. And to that, I say ---

Good night. Sleep tight.
Hold me in your thoughts tonight.
Dream of me 'til morning light.
 
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Sleep came to him with difficulty.

It had every night since he'd met Her. He would laugh at the mere thought, yet he couldn't bring himself to deny the state of things. She was all he could think of. Since that moment, when they'd locked eyes, when She'd gave him that knowing smile, She had never been far. They'd kissed only once, as they'd danced, a light little thing that She had planted on his cheek. Yet that kiss burned upon his skin, somehow a brand that disordered his life, sent him reeling into this endless tossing and turning within his sheets. Surely She knew, surely She understood the fire She had lit? She must, for he could not help but spend every moment envisioning her. The scent of her perfume, flowery and sweet, enveloping the air around him. The softness of her skin under his palms, like the smoothest silk. Anything, just to meet her again.

She came in his dreams when the night did finally take him. She always did, somehow the transition between reality and imagination so sudden he could hardly tell the difference. But it must be a dream, for as She stepped from the shadows of his bedroom Her naked skin revealed itself to him. His breath caught every time, as She flowed up the bed, her lips finding his skin, branding him again, setting his body alight. As She climbed higher She drew his voice from him, the smirk upon Her lips felt against his skin at the sound of his pleasure. She drew higher, higher, higher still, coming so close, Her breath warm against his length...

Only for the sun to beckon him to wakefulness. Only for him to groan in frustration, in denial, in unending want. Only for her scent to hand unnoticed in the air, a giggle left unheard upon the fading shadows of night.
 
Wide awake at five-twenty;
Shouldn’t be thinking about you this early.

Fighting off sleep at zero dark thirty;
Shouldn’t be missing you this deeply.
 
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The more in love you are,
-----the more you will hurt later;
The pain lasts longer,
-----and scars burn deeper.
 
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Love is a contradiction.
It is the lifting highs and crushing lows.
It is endless joy and unending sorrow.
It is the brightest light and deepest shadow.
It is the sweetest pleasure and searing pain.
It is the warmest embrace and freezing solitude.
It is a brilliant treasure and a dull illusion.
It is everything and it is nothing.

Love is something I shall ever chase.
So long as it is she I love.
 
Closed windows
Drawn curtains
Dimmed lights
Cooled air
Soft music

Intertwined fingers
Locked bodies
Danced tongue
Connected minds
Loud breaths

Smell of cum.
Sound of sex.
Taste of you.
Look of pride.
Feel of ecstasy.
 
Love is a contradiction.
It is the lifting highs and crushing lows.
It is endless joy and unending sorrow.
It is the brightest light and deepest shadow.
It is the sweetest pleasure and searing pain.
It is the warmest embrace and freezing solitude.
It is a brilliant treasure and a dull illusion.
It is everything and it is nothing.

Love is something I shall ever chase.
So long as it is she I love.

That would make a strong cold read monologue. Unisex’d
 
Love is a contradiction.
It is the lifting highs and crushing lows.
It is endless joy and unending sorrow.
It is the brightest light and deepest shadow.
It is the sweetest pleasure and searing pain.
It is the warmest embrace and freezing solitude.
It is a brilliant treasure and a dull illusion.
It is everything and it is nothing.

Love is something I shall ever chase.
So long as it is she I love.
Does the love you chase know she is being pursued or is she just that a chase?
 
Oi. Hm. Funny how I boast SRP is my hideaway, yet I don't have a single active SRP :eek:

Oh well, in the meantime, here's a short ramble -

-
Our lips,
lock.

Your tongue,
teases.

Wet fingers,
prod and strum.

Crying out,
reaching orgasm.
----

:rose:
 
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Oi. Hm. Funny how I boast SRP is my hideaway, yet I don't have a single active SRP :eek:

Oh well, in the meantime, here's a short ramble -

-
Lips,
lock.

Your tongue,
teases.

Wet fingers,
prod and strum.

Crying out loud,
reaching orgasm.
----

:rose:

Strum is good...I like strum....;):kiss:
 
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When the sun comes up each day a little later

And the yellow leaves start falling from the trees

Don’t worry that the days

Seem to go by in a haze

It’s the way of things when Autumn comes around


When it feels a little colder in the mornings

And the urge to go outside is not so strong

As the roses start to fade

You needn’t be afraid

It’s the way of things when Autumn comes around



So lie in for an hour in the mornings

And run and kick the leaves down in the street

As the roses start to fade

Think of the promises you made

And treat yourself when Autumn comes around :heart:
 
And treat yourself when Autumn comes around :heart:

:heart: Lovely! Autumn is my favorite time of the year.

Autumn is when leaves,
-browns
--reds
----oranges
-and yellows,
dance and weave.

They fall all around;
blanketing the ground.
They crunch and rustle;
swirling in a musical tussle.

Crispy breath under chilly air.
Bring out those comfy wear;
Bundle up and spread the cheer.
Autumn is definitely here.

:rose:
 
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