Unwanted Stories

As Kat wrestled with the awning for her stall, she cursed how exposed her allocated space was in the square. Packing up was supposed to be the easy part, but the wind that had appeared out of nowhere made everything a struggle. Mark walked across the square toward Kat's pitch. As he did so, a sudden gust lifted Kat's awning into the air, and it was halted when it made contact with Mark in a glancing, but thankfully harmle...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lost where ice-bright stars are flung,Where roiling incense spices night,Where wraiths are mist around the throat,' Tis here where tears burn.In velvet silence humming,Sigh of gentle rumbling smileThat cross'd the gulf between us, stretch'd,Returns now, leaves me cold.Ache of inner, whispers night,Desire and yearning yet unmet;St...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.There's a whisper on the night windsAs they kiss my naked skin;There's a fire within the starlightFor this empty heart to win.There's an urge within my longing,Deep desire to be with you;There's a passion in this achingFor the things I want to do.There's a tingle in my fingers,And a need to slide them firmUnder clothes your body'...