Yearning Poems Novels & Stories

Toward the structures that deserved it. Away from themselves. The evening came. They went back inside. To the table. To the thirty-five pages. To the work. To the room that was large enough to hold nineteen years and twelve years and six years and three years and all the years that were still coming the uncounted ones, the unwalked ones, carried by people not yet arrived who would arrive because the room was there. Because the table was set. Because the water had found its level.

As if those words weren’t a grenade in my chest. My hands slowly found my pussy, my eyes still closed as I imagined that night. I moaned softly. Fuck yes. I found myself catching my breath. Moved one finger in slowly, adding another; it still felt too small compared to his dick. More, please. I thrusted my fingers fast back and forth while the other hand grabbed my boobs. “Noah!” I continued going faster and faster, feeling myself come closer and closer. “Yes! Yes! Fuck, Noah, please don’t stop!”

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.

Just Yearning. Gone was my anger. Gone was the hatred in their place was this red burning desire and need. His fingers closed over one of my thighs before bringing it up over his, giving him the perfect angle to rub his erection against my core. I moaned, arching my hips, grinding desperately to get more friction. “Why are you doing this now?” I asked. He winced,"I need you." He said, pressing into me to make his point, "I'm burning for you Hannah. I'm going crazy."

Eyes locked, breaths mingled, and the world narrowed down to the two of them, trapped in a bubble of mounting need. With every slide of skin against skin, the tension built, growing and twisting into a craving that was as exquisite as it was unbearable. They moved together, their connection deepening, the heat between them turning into a burning flame that threatened to consume them both. The dance continued, a delicate balance between control and abandon, until the yearning reached a fever pitch, a desperate edge that made every touch a sweet torment, every kiss a promise of more. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating pull of each other's bodies, the build

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

she wiped her watery nose while Rina puffed away, leaving her to her misery. «My heart is bleeding. My heart is yearning. Where are you? Do I need you? This distance is too much. I don't know if I could feel like this but, Since you came along, I've been like this. I don't understand these new feelings but, I wish never to let go of these feelings. Everything is messed up like a puzzle. But, I wish to unwrap it like a prezzie. I'm tired of this rejection When all I want is acceptance.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did 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 uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

I was still consumed by an unfulfilled longing burning deep within my chest for her. Ever since her reappearance in my life, I have this unquenchable yearning to have her back in my arms, to feel the warmth of her embrace once more. My heart still aches with each passing moment she remained distant and away from me. Every time I see her, my mind reel with thought on how to get her back for good and each time I try, I just seem to push her away even more.

Not bothering about my favorite hairstyle, I gradually eyed the old page that had been sprinted with the dark ink. “As winter's breath draws near, late autumn's phase seems queer. A strange time in life's sphere. The balmy zephyrs of summer, once beloved, now stir within you a disapproval. To the depths of the mind it leads, where shadowed memories plant their seeds, of the last few months it speaks, And in the heart, a sadness leaks. Simultaneously, it ignites a longing within to behold the splendour of snowflakes descending. Learn to shroud thyself in icy veneer, leaving warmth a mere figment to revere.” How many times have I read this? About a hundred times or more. But the more I read th