Stories tagged “desire”
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Hope in Questions
The question barely leaves my lips, and I’m regretting giving voice to infantile fantasy. The odds are against it. Life would conspire to halt the very possibility. Great mountains of fate could very well crash down upon such vain hope. “Ex...
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Backpack Love, Greed, and Mischief
It was a simple thing, sewn of a nylon blend and coated in waterproofing sealant. The zippers were heavy duty and the stitching was machine tough. The pockets were deep and there were at least 20 of them. Best of all it came in her favorite color, camo...
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An Emotional Battle
I sit down in class, and thank God for assigned seats, because mine is all the way in the back. Confidence and the Negative Emotions argue to the death right in front of me, which I must admit does keep me entertained. “Emily totally likes us! We...
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Want vs Need [poem]
I want to write. I need to write. It’s a desire that goes down deep into my core, a desire that cannot be topped by anything else in this world. I want to write. I want to feel the pen under my hand, moving in its rhythm with the world. I need to...
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Maybe I Shouldn't Sleep
Maybe I shouldnt sleep Because everytime I do, I dream of you. Dreams of desire haunt me. I wish you wanted, What I dreamt of. Reality says that’s impossible. I dream the impossible, Every single night. Maybe I shouldn’t sleep.
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Confidence Fades
My adrenaline starts racing, which keeps Confidence closer to me then Desire, or Reality. When Emily finally gets to me, I’m a bit proud of myself for sticking it out. Now I have to ask her to hang for Pride to arrive again. Or maybe Happiness w...
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Love Song Revised
Truth is I got carried away Truth seems different nowadays… It’s too… cliche, I won’t say I’m in love. Don’t say it, don’t smile unless you mean it… I changed my mind, even if it’s a lie, say that w...
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Maze me
The sensations of it were what thrilled her every time – taut with anticipation, stretched over the framework of his desire (by day a metal-framed shelving unit ..) she knew it wouldn’t be long before all the energy compelled into her willing limbs...
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Touched, Burned (Winter Coat pt. 3)
She looked out over the water that seemed to slither above the garden path. “Amazing, isn’t it?” he said to her, his voice chilling her. She nodded and smiled as they continued on. He teased her as she awkwardly stepped over the rocks...
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Hooking Up
It happened on a sunny August day. “That feels amazing,” you said between breaths. I took you in my mouth and knew. That moment I knew happiness. I felt it, in my heart, in my hand; in my mouth, I tasted pure happiness. We won’t tell ...
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Two Hundred
I’ve loved you since the day we first met. The crowd was playing a then popular rap song. You were the new girl to the junior class at Salem State, you knew only your three roommates whom you met just hours before the start of the party. With no...
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The Desire Chronicles {haiku}
1. Drunk on desire Every touch a temptation Every kiss a sin 2. Disassemble me With your treacherous touches Those languorous lips 3. Your eyes catch fire I turn and twist in the flames Burn within your gaze
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Riveted, Barely Breathing
It was the head tilt. His head was looking down at her and tilted slightly to the right. He was going to kiss her. You could see his desire smoldering behind his lips even though you couldn’t see his eyes or hear what he whispered. But she stood ...
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More Mixed Emotions
“He-he, we’re not supposed to be here,” One of them says. I like to call her Dee, just to never get them mixed up. “But we really want to hang out with Emily later,” the other one, Sire, says. “I don’t even thi...
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Your fingers
Your fingers, your touch I want. So warm, so soft, trembling. On me my skin awaits. They brush, my pulse quickens. My chest, hollow, wants more.
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Victor, your emotions are tagged as follows -
So you claim that you’re smarter than me, actually, smarter than all of us. Rationally without fault, a blameless intellectual and talented composer, complete with typical smug smile. Stupid mistake for a genius to make. You should never piss off...
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On Regarding a Goddess on Linoleum
Bathed in the morning sun, Missy stood on the dingy linoleum. Keenly aware of the quiet storm brewing within himself, Karl took in every inch of her. From the blond hair going every direction, smeared eyeliner, untucked shirt, a skirt on sideways, to t...
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TeleTransportation
Yes, Sarah was used to craving for something or the other always, but this time it was different. She sat there, bewitched, by the sudden appearance of her most beloved, and tried remembering the first time she had desired for something this big. She ...