Yearning Poems Novels & Stories

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; .....

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.

🍆👑Chapter 1👑🍆 I have never desired a woman. Not once in my thirty-two years have I looked at the soft curves of a lady’s body and felt true hunger. Breasts, wide hips, the sweet scent between a woman’s thighs, they do nothing for me. I have fucked women before, of course. A king must produce heirs, after all. But every time I buried myself in a warm, wet pussy, my mind wandered somewhere else. I finished the job out of duty, never out of real need.

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

Samaira ****** I woke up at 6 a.m. despite sleeping at 4 in the morning. This temporary insomnia occurs whenever I get nightmares of that night. I still can't forget what happened 3 years ago. It's not like I never tried, but that dreadful memory doesn't leave me alone. After getting up from bed, I did my morning chores and got ready in my jogging clothes. I was not a morning person before but I have changed now. I went down to go to the nearby park for jogging. I saw Ishu Bhai already waiting for me.

“Since ancient times, passion has been mistaken ruthlessly as yearning for love, How strange the lasting summer heat and cold winters have become through the years, Three stones, three roads, three lifetimes of life and dust returning to earth, But yearning is not to be defeated, and when I see you again, I hope we’ll be as we were, Like a beautiful flower cared for, a life without you is just a fleeting waste...” While Zendaya was singing this song, he was still in a confused state. Though his mind was still in a daze, he saw Zendaya leaving and how reluctant she was to leave his side.

Had the bond of mates been forgotten by him? The urge to release him battled with the surge of longing within me. I yearned for his embrace, for the simple comfort of his presence to lull me into slumber. After all, he was my mate, the missing piece in the puzzle of my soul."But I need you," the words tumbled out, raw and unguarded, exposing the yearning etched deep within my soul. Yet, he remained silent, his back to me, a silent sentinel poised to depart. My hand reached out, grasping for him, for an answer, for anything. "Why must you go?" My plea hung in the air, fragile as a spider's web.

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

He so much yearns for her to embrace him in her arms. It was irritating in the past yet as they say ‘with growing gap and dying emotions’ after some years you crave for those feelings to be felt again. And now, he yearned to feel those moments again. In fact, she desired the same. She wanted to feel him close, have him kiss her like a maniac that he was as her lover playing stupid pranks and being her partner in all the naughty crimes she committed in the college. Two heart— yearning for the same feeling sat silent with the only thought that the other one of them would not want it! They sighed lightly. Time is really cruel, it makes a person see umpteenth situations at the same time, especia

Allowing myself to be lost in a moment of jealousy, I know that the things you don't have are the things you want the most. I couldn't heed my selfish thoughts any longer and allow myself a moment to acknowledge what I know I'm yearning for. I wasn't old by any means, but time in recent years had been spent building up and protecting my pack from chaos and anarchy. I missed not finding my mate. Not knowing who she was. Where she was. What she looked like... Was her hair long and dark as night? Or was it rays of sunshine? Her eyes... Her curves... Whatever the case, I knew that I'd never witness true beauty until I found her.