Poems About Desire Novels & Stories

My fingers clutch his shoulders, and his strong hands catch my hips as my body goes weak, hanging onto his as he deepens the kiss, his touch, his scent, everything about him is creating a fire inside of me that I desperately need him to quench. Tate lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing my back against the wall, his manhood poking my thigh. I know I shouldn’t…I know it…but there is no rational thought in my head right now. Just mad, uncontrollable desire. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his thick rod, letting out a moan against his lips as I stroke it’s very impressive girth. “Kit…” Gasping, I pull back, meeting his gaze as I line him up between my legs, giving my hips a

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to squelch down the desire to climb on top of him and run my fingers through the light sprinkling of midnight black curls on his chest and absorbing the pleasurable heat of his Kai-scented skin against mine. Argh!!! Bloody hell! I was getting wet just thinking about it! There was a dull aching throb forming between my legs and that's when I realized there was seriously something wrong with me. I was turning into a freaking pervert! And I was so totally blaming Kai for this because he was the one that had made me enjoy sex so much! And he was the one that was made of rock hard sexiness! And he was the one who let me go to sleep without satisfying a

You are the only planet in my universe, I long to breathe the air that gives me the courage to scour the sky. Hope to get a resemblance of mine on those irises, to have reminisced in those beautiful dark eyes. Fruition to listen to my name in your throbs, Enhance me with the honor of being your wishes. My home is in your arms, yearning to be surrounded by the ocean of your fragrance. I'm sailing into the abyss of eternal love, lost in the warmth of your tenderness. Contemplate of mine, Sleepless nights; I crave for reality to be just as pleasant as a tranquil let-up with you in my heart.

The Abyss of Infinite Yearning had opened new depths within every soul. The Song now wound through existence like a living labyrinth of pleasure, each turn revealing fresher heights of connection and ecstasy. Forty thousand years after the first spark of love defied destruction, desire had become the endless maze in which all beings gladly lost themselves.

Artemis makes her feel claimed. But desire isn’t simple. It isn’t clean. In a world without magic, desire becomes its own spell. The women around her have woven threads of it into her life so tightly that she can’t remember where she begins and they end. And love? Love is the most dangerous kind of possession, the one that can gild a cage so beautifully she forgets she’s locked inside. Eva knows this much: she doesn’t want to die in exhaustion again. Not unloved, not unseen, not untouched.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

I want Claire to feel the love I have inside me for her. I kiss her again, deeper this time, but still gentle, still patient, because I am not in a hurry. I want every second to last forever in her memory. I want to take my time, showing her exactly what she means to me without needing words. My hands move slowly over her, brushing against her skin. Every kiss is meant to tell her the truth. I want her to feel the love that is lying so heavily in my heart. I want her to know she is wanted, cherished, and loved in a way I have never felt before. I guide her backward toward the bed, not breaking the kiss. When she sits, I kneel in front of her for a moment, my hands resting lightly on her thi

I feel alive, a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that resonates within me like a delicate song. Illuminated by the intensity of their gazes, I feel my body swell with desire. Each kiss, each caress transports me into a synchronized dance of pleasure and intimacy. I sense the hidden intentions behind their gestures, the tenderness mingled with urgency. My body becomes a battlefield between what I think I want and what I ardently desire. When I feel the warmth of their hands enveloping me, this desire transforms into necessity. I long for this connection, this communion of souls.

’ But it doesn’t stop there anymore. Beneath my words, in another writing— his handwriting and the poem continues. ‘Oh, I burn for the forbidden, For the touch that condemns, For the desire that damns.’ ‘My hunger knows nothing but that it wants, and no guilt nor shame attached to it.’ ‘I am ruined by wanting. Ruined by the ache of almost.’ ‘Let me taste sin on your tongue. ‘Let me memorize the terrain of your surrender.’