Yearning Poem Novels & Stories

He gave her his widest grin and pecked her lips this time around. "Hmm, lemme pour my own new poem for you. It's a lonely night Silently watching the heaven above that has no gap Quietly wishing it also has the small crack That is separating my heart from being one and whole The stars are getting acquainted to each other Helping the other twinkle And I wish they'd look down at me and flicker the dying Light in my soul and bring it back to life Still watching as the old dry palm branch shaped moon Slowly drifts down to the appointed term

The moon goddess herself descended down to earth. Only to love me… to be with me She became my dream girl. As I dreamt only in her presence. She is the fire who scorched me affectionately. And I let my heart char in her hands intentionally. Her shiny glossed lips Are two-line poem mix When she wet them with her tongue That sight makes me go drunk. She is the vixen I intend to marry. An enemy who tastes like cherry Her body is like a deep ocean. And I drown inside her with no intention

' "Wind and willow, come take me back to where the worlds meet, and bring me fractured to the sea, let my soul carry me to places and shores where my eyes will never see. Tarry me there and everwhere, let my soul search forever, never resting, always yearning, broken and dreaming of the things I'll never have. Rain and snow, wash from me the powers within me and keep me ever wanting, always needing something more, for my soul is lost in yonder waters. Darkness over light, never ceasing and always growing, take me further into your embrace, hiding and holding all dear to me, broken like shards of glass. Never gather unto me, powers and pleasures of this world. Hide from me the treasures of m

Her attention narrowed to pure ecstasy, consumed by the desire to achieve ultimate pleasure, to yield entirely. Marissa teetered on the edge of ecstasy, her body ablaze with a fierce yearning that threatened to consume her. The sensations peaked, every nerve alive with desire. "Efrain..." Her voice echoed with a desperate plea, blending with the frantic rhythm of their bodies. With each breathless whisper of his name, she surrendered more to the overpowering surge of passion, her body arching involuntarily, seeking release. He heard the desperation in her voice, felt the urgent plea reverberate through the air like a siren's call. In that moment, they were both slaves to their desires, locke

"At the bustling sound of the frost early in the morning, I woke up from my sleep and it was still pitch black I sat by myself and gazed through my window at the moonlight that grows darker I worry the flowers I picked aside for my beloved will start to wither Under the stars in the long, long night Only the unfinished night seems to be passing. I see my beloved face from within those weeping willows. Even if I look and look at her, I don't seem to get enough. Even if she's standing under the bright moon in the dead of the night, the shadow of my beloved would come into my yard. A matchless beauty is left within my heart."

It held the promise to heal the void left by Anna's departure. Lyza's allure lingered persistently in my thoughts, akin to an everlasting melody resonating deep within my soul. I acknowledged that the path ahead would not be bereft of challenges, yet I was resolute in navigating them. My yearning to unravel the depths of Lyza's being, to truly comprehend her essence, drove me. I longed to explore the potential for our connection to blossom into something profound and timeless.

It mirrored my own hunger, a shared longing for a future brimming with love and desire. Our breaths mingled, and the air crackled with an electricity that only heightened our longing. I could feel the anticipation pulsing, a subtle tremor coursing through our intertwined fingers. The world awaited us, but in that moment, there was only us—two souls bound by an unbreakable bond.

They were our anchor in this chaotic storm. But as she looked back at the barrier, a palpable ache seeped into my being. It was a yearning so deep it clawed at my very essence. She was desperate, consumed by an insatiable longing to reach Ray, her mate. It was a yearning that cut through every fiber of my being, yet my human side remained numb to it.

The pale bend of her neck curved as she looked up at the moon, as if she was wishing to fly away. She looked like a statue, carved in marble, but he could feel her breathing in his bones. He could almost feel her soft breath in his skin. So pale, she reminded him of the stories of the Moon Goddess. She looked like a glowing light in the shadow of the moon. He had a sudden yearning in his bones, which came as a flood, swamping him. Yearning to find how those eyes looked like... in the light. How she looked like. It was strange. The yearning. It was so sudden, so powerful. It was like a strange feeling inside his body. He hadn't even met her or knew how she looked... and he was already thinkin

It makes every second seem longer, every night more lonely. The longing is gentle but sharp, slipping mercilessly through the cracks of thought. It comes in the form of familiar scents, moonlight once shared, or the whisper of the wind caressing the skin with tenderness. Longing means forming new habits—checking the calendar, then the phone, hoping for a call. It's like waiting for rain in a dry season—there's no guarantee it will come, but the heart keeps hoping. In the longing there is a silence that is never really empty. There are echoes of laughter that surround the solitude, and the soft sighs that float in the imagination.