Flash Challenge: Love Letters

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!!!
 
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 !
 
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
 
Love of Nostalgia....
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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!!!
 
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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
 
I just can't today
I know it sucks.
I know its unfair,
But not today..
Today its still a struggle to face myself,
Today I just want to not feel,
Today I must keep you at bay,
Someday I may,
Someday maybe the feelings won't flood
Someday I will be able to tell you
Someday maybe I can say it in a way it makes sense to me and to you
But someday isnt today

That day, when I am free from the chains I shackle myself with
That day when the peace and joy I found in you
That day when my mind, my heart and my soul
That day, yeah someday, I am sorry
Today is not that day
 
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 🌷
 
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
 
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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.
 
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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?
 
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.
 
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
 
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