Flash Challenge: Love Letters

[Ashesh9]

2 Love letters:
Dom2sub.....
I pour out my love
On thy glutes from above....
My hand's Stern imprint
On your cheek records my stint....
Your sigh, sob and moan
: are highly appreciated [ don't groan?!]
On flawless, marbled cheeks
My strokes induce high pitched shrieks....

sub2Dom...
I humbly await
My Stern painful fate
My Owner , I am late
: I was held up@the Gate!?
And for that I must need be Caned
On all fours I kneel, Ass2Sky I am arranged
Humiliation.....
Leads to Orgasmic
Satisfaction
For a masochist
A Fetishist
Aaaah Bliss
I love this!!!

 

[dombeotch]

YOU !
You are my hope,my love, my dream.
You are the woman that makes me scream.
You are the one I hold at night.
You worry that I hold you so tight.
You kiss me when alone.
You give me the love no one has ever shone.
You lift me up when I am down.
You make me smile just like a clown.
You share your life with me.
You let our love grow like a tree.
You say you'll leave me never.
You know our love will last forever !

 

[Shady_nz]

I didn't write this but I want to share it as it spoke to my heart . It seems like a love letter to me


I'll try telepathy tonight
I'll call the cosmos
To find a way to your heart
I'll hop on a zipline
That travels through time
Spiralling around space
On the number 8 line
Because I know,
We are connected
Through infinity
Julie Faulkner

 

[Ashesh9]

Love of Nostalgia....
--------------------------------
I remember with fondness
Our host/ pantheon of Poets....
Who no longer post here or less
Demure...Green Mountaineer...1201
May God keep them and Bless
Poor Annie is no more
Us old timers miss her, I confess
Sweet Angie soldiers on
Inspite of Moderator's stress
Tzara, Piscator, Harry and Butters
Rather than leaving us in a mess
Have chosen to keep the Faith...
Dear Tazz used to post his initials:
Noted for their bizarreness...
For many of the newbies:these names R strangness!!?
But......me Ash9.....them:
I remember with love'n Fondness!!!

 

[Your_Average_Jane]

How To Write A Love Letter

The first step
Is to move your hands over paper
You don't stop
Until it's all said.

It should feel like
Your heart is bleeding ink
Staining fiber
With every feeling in your chest

Joy. Admiration. Relief.
Yearning. Desperation.
Unexplainable grief.

Keep your hands moving
Til your heart is empty

On paper
You can tell them everything
They'll read read it
If you want them to

 

[Lazaran]

Old Love Letters

words of love
faded on the page
difficult to read
with time, loss, and age
through tear filled eyes

In memory of you

 

[PennyThompson]

I bought this postcard at the antique mall slash fruit stand off I-90
where the river carves a canyon through the arid high plains

I had to ask the lady at the antique stand how postcards work
she smiled and gave me a stamp and offered to put it in her outgoing mail

I wish you were with me on this thirty-six-hour road trip
You would have liked these Cosmic Crisp apples
You would have liked the view of the river
You would have laughed at me for not knowing how postcards work

But you're back home
What used to be home

And I'm driving alone in this rental van
Filled with everything I ever owned
Everything but you

 

[amberlynch]

Memories

In my heart grows an ocean,
It throbs, heaving to and fro,
Grief, the thief of souls, surging,
Should then memories break in froth,
On thought’s shifting shores, slipping back,
Lost, like Eurydice pulled into the dark abyss,
By that fatal, backward glance.

Oh, fleeting clouds of youth, when we would run,
Through golden blades in summer’s breath,
You held me naked, eyes closed to all but then,
To winds, that kissed us once, then slipped away,
And vanished, fading into night’s cold mist,
With the tides of my heart that make me weep,
I feel your touch beneath the waves.

 

[BellaBestia]

Letter to your lawyers

You said, adamantly, that you wanted half of everything.

Everything.

Half the love letters you wrote to me? You want to burn the words out of existence

Half the antique and yellowing letters my grandparents wrote each other during the war

Young and hopeful despite horrors

The only permanent record of their thoughts

And the best model for love I’ve ever known

Will you burn those as well?

They say the opposite of love,

when love dies,

is not hate but indifference

Do I infer from your intense hate

of these words of love

you or I or my ancestors or anyone

have ever dared to form concrete on a page

That you are not yet indifferent?

 

[calmlikeabomb]

You owe me for the cares on my face,
My greying hair and eyes lined with worry,
My growing impatience, my short temper,
And a mind that's become slurry.

You owe me for biting my neck,
That one time we tried the tantric way,
And that other place you decided to nibble,
Leaving me screaming in the middle of the day.

You owe me for being nicer than I needed,
The burden has made my shoulders sag,
So lost in your spankable butt, I missed,
That your kindness was a clear red flag.

You owe me for everytime you left,
And doubly so for when you came back,
Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave,
And a sigh of relief as you put me back on track.

You don't owe me for making you shiver,
Or shudder, or gasp, or moan,
My mouth and fingers needed the workout,
But if not you, then I'd rather do it alone.

 

[Shady_nz]

I tried to write a letter to you
But the words just will not form
The thoughts that I need to share
Cannot be confined to paper
They are living, breathing, fiery things
That should be spoken, not written

There is not ink enough for writing the truths
You need to hear, the feelings I've kept inside
The why, the things I love about you
And the reasons why I hurt you the way I did
Once again I try to write,
But still the words don't come
I put the pen and paper away
Maybe some day the words will be there
On paper for all to see
But not today

 

[y=mx+b]

I don't know how to tell you this
In a way
That makes you feel it
Like I do...

But I love you

I miss you

My heart and eyes are heavy with feeling
My mind is caught up
In a want to smell your hair again
And taste your kiss on my lips

Time has come to hurt me
With a fear of our paths never crossing

And if so
Never crossing
Like they once did

I don't want to think about it
I want us to always be
Like we once were

Fresh and new and young and full of want

I sit here thinking as I write this
If it will even be read
By your eyes

Or if the paper of which it is written on
Will be lost in transit
And fallen to the ground
To decompose into the soil
Like a fallen autumn leaf

I ache in the thought
I want so much for this to be in your hands
Like how once
You were in mine.

 

[Ash999]

On 23rd. Dec us overgrown schoolboys
Reentered our School......
We had passed out in 1974
We made the pilgrimage in 2024
It was a nostalgic, sacred tour....
As we reentered the portals of our Alma Mater
Love for the Grand Lady of Entally bubbled up
To kiss Her!!!
The Redbrick buildings : they stand erect....
So many memories, secrets they hide I suspect
The huge playground.....
Our childhood they do guard and surround..
Our CBS diaspora
Flew back from far corners : from Mumbai , Delhi , Bangalore, UK, Canada and even LA...
The modern Library....the Christmas chic
The hoary 50 yr old memories how they do click!!!
Amitava's Satanic fable, Debashish's Chapel hymn
CBS did not have swimming pools nor a Gym....
But we had Hockey matches and Table tennis too
Hard Corporal caning turned us black and Blu
But the love behind the stern Veneer
From Rev Clifford Hicks' Dear
Our respected Principal
Who CBS did steer....
Binds us to memories, classmates and our teachers and Sirs
With an adhesive so strong
It hath withstood 50 years!!!
--ox uncle

 

[positiveflirt]

Pretzel
(Act II)

And there I found you, or you found me;
growing, strong, untouched by the bitter winter
but cut back in spring
in the name of stronger summers.
You will slip your roots deeper in
whether sat at my feet
or coiled tightly
around my waist
as I sit out under cooling canopy.
Seasons flow, but here is comfortable constant.

Your horoscope today reads disjointed,
like a list of assignments in staccato,
so do, say, think, feel
and if you have to surrender,
at least do it in your best, soft way.

For artists:
In the day we paint - or you do,
but I'll interfere as best I can
with a hand in your hair
and a polite demand dressed up as a request.
Your written word is always metaphor
but spoken aloud you are deliciously direct.
Once the sun sets it leaves just us,
dressed up just to be undressed,
still aflame.

For lovers:
We make an evening of it,
before it, too, submits to our desire
to stay up rather than to sleep.
Each moment moves into the next;
overpowering; overpowered;
fingers intertwined tightly.
Exact at sunrise.

 

[Shady_nz]

Dear you

I care more than I can say
More than you want to hear
Or know
But I can't live my life
Like this anymore
Hanging on, just in case
My heart is healing
With his help
I'll find a new joy, a new love
Perhaps
So, because you will always be dear to me,
I hope you find happiness and peace
That's all I ever wished for you

Love Me

 

[butters]

You've left
early evening for the drive
an overnight stay to avoid traffic
and bad weather
to ensure you appointment tomorrow
is met as smoothly as possible.

I've packed you a banana
cake and a fritter
your bottle of Pepsi
fully charged phone
your hospital papers
and dropped pants and a shirt
into your overnight bag
complete with its travel labels
from when you flew across an ocean
to visit me in London.

Can't believe I have silly tears
in these sensible eyes
takes me by surprise
as I watch you start the engine and reverse
before turning rightways for the drive
and I make you stop
for one last word
a promise to call me when you arrive...

and for all I fret about your sharp elbows
and bony knees in bed
your love of far more covers than I can bear
and your diagonal, bed-hogging ways
tonight will feel empty.
Come home soon, baby

xxx

 

[firmwaltz]

A letter you never need send
Rolling off your now warm side of the bed
Fingers dragged from nape to crown
Called princess to keep balance in check
Flushed cheeks greet my cheek
Know that you are mine

 

[Izanami9]

Barren strength of rock
Yields to soft persuasion
Windblown seeds crack, bring forth
From death throes, fragile beauty
Death-wielding birth
Life-giving death

Threadlike roots reach, tentative
Slender stem yearns toward light
Knowing its need of warmth
Proudly vulnerable
Nobly dependent

Cracks formed in granite’s face
Herald a wisp of pale green
Leaves unfurl, tiny brave banners
Simple complexity
Modesty’s triumph

Delicate petals withdraw
Yet protect fertile center
Blooms of exquisite hope
Confident frailty
Meek tenacity

Sun may sear the exposed;
Bathes it in radiance instead
Deluge may drown, rock might crush
But rain soothes; stone shelters
Strength’s threat undone
Gently shelters beauty

Herein a lesson, fearful yet sweet:
Love may destroy me; I must trust you will not.

 

[_Land]

"Epistle in Bloom"
By Bear Sage

I am parchment aching.
Flesh-folded in cursive sighs,
perfumed with fingerprints and the scent of maybe.
They call me paper,
but I am confession incarnate.
A vein split open,
bleeding vowels and desperate verbs
for someone who may never read past the salutation.

She wrote me drunk on dreaming—
ink slurring into sincerity,
a symphony of syllables
meant to resurrect a silence.

I carry a thousand ifs
between my fragile folds:
If he still thinks of her.
If memory still tastes like Sunday skin.
If goodbye was a lie
they never meant to mean.

Hope holds me hostage.

Sealed with wax and trembling hands,
I was kissed into being
by lips that have prayed for him longer
than they’ve prayed for God.

I am not just a letter.
I am a living thing—
heartbeat tucked between lines,
an origami of ache and offering.

And until I am opened,
I remain a promise
unfulfilled.

 

[WCSGarland]

WATCHING HER

I'm watching my lover dream tonight,
The tell-tale movement under her lids,
The rapid shallow breathe,
I wonder if I am in her nocturnal,
Subconscious world,
as often as she says,
And what if I am not?
It matters not,
as long as I am here,
For if I'm able to watch her dream,
She's still a part of mine.

 

[SmilingLez]

Pen flows
Soft hope,
Whispering my heart’s secret,
Ink binds our souls.

 

[WCSGarland]

My pulse exultantly reverberates,
Tracing the chambers of my heart and mind,
Echo location of my longing for you.

My breath in susurrant dance performs,
Tickling the edge of my perception,
Telling remembrances of my desire for you.

My dreams though distant envelope me,
Painting color on the canvas of my soul,
Gentle brush strokes of my memories of you.

 

[HarryHill]

I love you darling coffee cup;
you're always there for me.
Silent there beside, waiting,
for hand, lips, proximity.

When I'm out and up,
though seldom from your side.
The first thing that you see is me,
but I not always you.

 

[WCSGarland]

I left my heart in the Sea of Rhyme,
Blown away by the winds of Time,
For distant moon we sail away,
The light of love will shine the way.

Like a potent spell our love we grew,
Born as a seed on the winds that blew,
With a gentle breeze I call your name,
You look at me and I feel the same.

We ride the winds to the stars above,
And drink the wine from the Sea of Love,
The light of day won't burn as bright,
As the heavens and our love at night.

We walk together in the fallen snow,
And share the secrets of the rainbow,
I see my tears in the falling rain,
When you're by my side I feel no pain.

When our time is done and our vessels gone,
I know our love will always linger on,
It will shine at night on the Sea of Love,
Written on the moon and the Stars above.

 

[SmilingLez]

My love letter to Music


Music.

Silence breaks.

Rhythm infiltrates.

Goosebumps.

Breath catches.

Heart pounding.

Nerves vibrate.

Memories blur.

Raw.

Tender.

Intense.

Aroused.

Dripping.

Penetrating.

Muted cry.

Exploding.

Tingles.

Sleep.