Tag: romance

The Seduction

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The dust settled, the magic of the evening thick in the air. He reached for the remote, his eyes meeting hers in the dim, misty light. She felt the scrape of his hand against hers, and a spark ignited. The strum of his guitar, a soft tune that echoed their unspoken feelings, hung lazily in the air. “Follow me,” he whispered, pulling her closer. His fresh breath tantalized her, and the string of candles atop the fireplace flickered, their light casting shadows on their faces. A minor chord filled the room, and they finally met in a slippery, sweet kiss.

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**I decided to try ChatGPT to construct a 100 word story utilizing all the words in order, and to make it a romantic one. It started off fairly well, but it left out the word string completely, so I had to weave that into it. The way it had inserted the word strum was a bit awkward, so I altered that along with some other tweeks, here and there. With the changes being made, I had to adjust it somewhat to fit in the parameter of 100 words, but other than that, I was actually amazed how well it did. Of course, I don’t want AI to completely replace what we do, but it was an interesting experience.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #685

By Candlelight

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Inspired by What do you see #252

patiently i’ll wait
the hero of these pages
will return to me



Ken Gierke

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Brilliance
 
Her light is an oasis
in a landscape
of seeming darkness,
 
the world around her
dimmed by comparison.
That light holds a music
 
to wake my mind
from slumber with passion
that echoes my own,
 
offers assurance of a path
through any shadow
that may lie before us. 
 
As Above

so below, within the pulse
star fields emerge
flames engulf, recede, reveal
depth in layers always there
currents conceal nothing, everything
perception eclipsed as stars dance
light washes away perception
an amorphous birth
confirmation of connection
in a quickening pulse

Better Left Behind

A dropped bone is no loss,
once you realize
it was your own, gnawed
by the scavengers
surrounding you.
What is prized by you
should not be determined
by others. You may
come out limping,
but you will walk tall.

Moonbeam Picnic

I listen to our shadows on a night picnic,
visited by words in raining moonbeams
that bring dream sense magic.
Giving them our real names,
I sing to the stars of my love for you
with controlled abandon.
What is our image? Poems and the body,
think of them as one, alive on the nights
you love me most, over the moon.

Limp Bellows
 
A hearth glows with deception.  Flames lick
within, between, around, at the edges
 
of forms sculpted not by those flames
seeming to rise from embers not embers,
 
beneath forms not charred logs,
lacking life as ceramic will do,
 
denying the senses further of the crackle of life,
the shifting of a form succumbing to the seeping
 
of energy at the end of its life.  Instead, fueled
among unchanging forms by a source metered,
 
piped to that hearth by a provider indifferent
to the romance meant to be conveyed by the flames.
 
Speak to me directly, without deception
that fans flames long gone out.

Tapestry

Fathers and brothers, sisters and mothers
Triumphs and trials, happiness and sorrow
Woven through tales past and those yet to finish
Blended with those of our children’s children
A tapestry with folds that hold a fortune for those
Who understand the wealth of those tales, a texture
Felt in a moment of revelation with a child
An afternoon with a friend, a lifetime with a loved one
A brilliance in its deepest folds that inspires
In times of darkness or light, then and now
Woven as we come together to share that wealth
Ease the depth of that darkness, our compassion
Among the finest threads of life’s tapestry

Harmless Lunacy

I greet the full moon
with anticipation,
each month waiting for
what it has to tell me,
each month finding myself
putting words in its mouth.
I never tire of this game
with no solution,
no wrong answer,
and never a reason to doubt.

Binding Light

An interstellar pulse   	measured
through passing clouds   	survives
occlusion in the syncopation of two hearts
that breathless moment   	between.

Eyes turn from the night sky
find each other   	the darkness
meaningless   	a spark passing
between   	joining them.

A pulse quickens   	knowing
the difference is less than
the distance   	between
two hearts         beating as one.

~~~

Ken Gierke writes primarily free verse and haiku. His poetry has been published or is forthcoming both in print and online in places such as The Short of It, Amethyst Review, As It Ought to Be Magazine, Ekphrastic Review, Poetry Breakfast, and Silver Birch Press. His first collection of poetry, Glass Awash, was published by Spartan Press in 2022. His website: https://rivrvlogr.com/ Ken was first featured in 2020 and then again in 2022. You can find his work HERE.

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Good Night

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Inspired by What do you see #222

with dinner consumed
romance swirling in the air
let us go to bed

On The Chopping Block

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first romance blossoms
then indifference creeps in
finally love dies

Skye Genteen

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*EDITOR’S NOTE – The following pieces are considered mature content.

Kink

You’re getting me started, teasing me with promises of pleasure.
Soft yet urgent kisses land wet on my mouth, sliding past moans escaping,
A tingling begins as the trail of your tongue traces a path of whispering
Licks around protruding lips, those up and down.

You don’t know me yet, but my thing is pressure.
Build me up just so until I’m ready to let go.
Stop. Listen to me. Do this, please…

Dig your thumbs into me, pressing your hands forcefully into my skin.
Mount me and take me with hungry insistence like a rag doll.
Cover every square inch of my body with yours, pushing me down.
Make it hard for me to breathe as you expel my air.
The weight of your body makes me struggle dangerously for more.
I want to feel your dominion over me, propelling me closer to release.

It’s hot, and it’ll get hotter; let’s burn together.

Touch Me

Caress my tongue with yours
And whisper your desires to my being.
Let your legs wrestle mine
While my arms discover your back,
Feel down to the curve of your ass,
Then find the moisture between my legs
Awaiting your entry.

You’ve touched every inch of my mind, body, and soul.
Let’s come together.

Romance at Noon

You were amazing.
Are you still, I wonder?

My last memory of you was in an abandoned house, shedding my leggings and panties, lifting my green-striped midi-dress above my head, and having you remove my bra deftly with your warm hands. The room was bare except for a carpet. We tumbled down to the floor, but your arm skilfully braced me from harm. My legs splayed open, urging a meeting of the minds. Your eyes focused, and your smile acknowledged the next move. I gasped as your tongue caressed my hard clit, and your fingers massaged all the pleasure points of my vulva. I came quickly, riding out every wave of pleasure you gave me. It didn’t take long before your cock was inside of me, thrusting hard and taking me as yours until we both came. I’ll never forget feeling so exhausted from our encounter, not even wanting to pee afterward.

Please, still be amazing.

Impatient

I am tired of waiting. Whir….

~~~

Her mother calls her a free spirit, and her friends call her wild, but she thinks she’s oddly normal with her blue hair. Skye is 25 years old, and figuring things out. Pronouns are She/Her. This is Skye Genteen’s first feature on The Short of It.

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The Start Of An Adventure

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #228 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Sublime

he had me at the twinkle of his eyes
reaching for the right sentence
to convince, catching me in a stare

the flash of his smile
and the boyish charm wrapped up in this man
invited an enthusiastic engagement

coffee? sure
our like-minded language spanned hours
a request for more became a dinner date

sushi, then? sure
an adventure wrapped up in a wink
a chance meeting with a sublime creature led to more

Reblogs – Candice Louisa Daquin & Romantic Dominant

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blonde hair woman hiding on white curtain

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Those desired cast a spell with their love potion, intoxicating us even at a distance.

Elixir by Candice Louisa Daquin

A yellow-eyed man asked me once 
what it was I favored 
in older women 
I told him 
it’s something in their faces 
the shape of their bodies 
how their bones knit songs 
as if all the years they have lived 
have built a testimony 
to the potency of woman 
I’m weak-kneed in the presence of 
strong women, vulnerable women 
singers, poets, artists, thinkers 
the myriad ways of woman 
how breasts find their shape 
over time 
and colors change with seasons 
hair grows long with streaks of grey 
eyes own brevity 
the smile remains that of a girl 
rendering me hot cheeked 
I feel the purposing of womanhood 
like a blanket 
though my contracted heart cannot 
own more than a singular affection 
i’m not like you, falling in love monthly 
I could count on my fingers the times 
a girl turned my head and my heart 
all the way around 
and when you wear that red skirt 
you know the one 
with the ruffles and the midnight cast
and dip your feet in the river 
the glint of your ankle chain catching the stars 
you could be twenty or you could be seventy 
and I’d lead you by the hand 
back to our tent, among the trees 
all facing the sky in prayer 
and lay you down beneath me 
a lotus opening her mouth 
to the glory of being alive 
with lips like you just ate wild berries 
and a tongue tasting of laughter 
I drink you in 
I drink you in 
the elixir of your existing 
even as we sagged against 
the enormity of surviving 
perhaps it’s that shape I love best 
how well you make enduring 
look 

Without touching by Romantic Dominant

He touches her   
without touching her.  

He holds her  
without holding her. 

He knows her 
without knowing her.  

He calls her  
and her soul answers. 

Endless Love

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Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Bouquet & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #199

With a simple, hand-picked bouquet of fragrant flowers, he walked confidently towards her. “This may only seem like a small gesture on my part. But may it reflect my deepest affection for you and allow me to express more about the strong connection we have that transcends time.” Bowing with respect and reverence, he offers her the colorful array of blossoms.

She accepts the flowers, lifting them to her nostrils to inhale the sweet fragrances.

“You came back. But we are meeting for the first time. How is this possible?”

“Would you care to watch the movie “Somewhere In Time?”

**For all you romantics out there, I highly recommend you watch this movie!

The Projector – Part 1

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The Brighton Plaza Cinema 5/2/21 – Katherine

In the hushed theater, the lights were dimming, and the opening credits began to roll out. The movie’s familiar theme song filled the darkened room, setting the mood for what was to come. Katherine wiggled herself into a more comfortable position, looking forward to seeing a rerun of her favorite classic, “Love Story.” She was in a mood for tears, knowing this movie would get her there. Katherine felt a bit lost this last week. After being dumped by her recent love interest, the accompanying sadness and anger had built up. It was time to just let it all go. Isolating from her friends probably hadn’t been the best idea, but she felt stupid that she’d fallen for his spiel hook, line, and sinker. He was a con man, swindling her out of a lot of money. She was handling her emotions as best she could, considering how it all ended. This movie would be a cleanse for her. Katherine was sure of it.

With her big bucket of butter slathered popcorn, a Kit Kat bar for a break from the greasy saltiness, and a large drink to wash down all the indulgences, she was ready to indulge in the over-the-top romance of this film. The boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, girl gets a terminal illness, then boy loses girl saga wasn’t just any old romance tale, it was like the Gone with the Wind of love tales. Ali McGraw and Ryan O’Neal were so in sync in this movie. It was no wonder it became a box office hit of the time and had, to this day, remained one for the younger generations too. The chemistry between the lovebirds was perfect and so natural, like a match made in heaven. It really was a shame she died in the end, but that’s why Katherine was here; she needed a good cry. And cry she did, buckets full.

Katherine had to sit there for a moment once the lights came back up. Dabbing at her face with the unused napkins, she cleaned her tear-stained cheeks. Katherine was super careful not to smear her mascara, pushing very lightly around her eyes. She wondered if she looked puffy.

It seems she’d purchased the right amount of concessions; nothing was coming home with her. Movie theater popcorn usually got stale if she took it home, so she was glad she could toss the empty bucket along with her candy wrapper and soda cup into the trash bin on the way out. The straw crossed her mind as she walked towards the exit. Hopefully, it wouldn’t end up in the ocean or a turtle’s nose.

As she passed the rows of people, Katherine was curious why a few of them laughed, and others looked very serious. They must be some stone-cold individuals; he lost the love of his life, people! She just shook her head and kept walking.

Katherine did feel better. This movie was just what she needed today.

TO BE CONTINUED ON TUESDAY…