first romance blossoms
then indifference creeps in
finally love dies
Tag: romance
Skye Genteen
*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….
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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
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
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
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
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…
A Part Of Me
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #69 & VJ’s Weekly Challenge – I’m Learning
not all lovers flock to the staged
over-the-top, “romance is in the air” places
like the eiffel tower in paris, france
nor do they engage only
in the illusionary practices of yearning
a true connection is deeper than the chemicals
which make us heady
or the butterflies threatening to make us faint
or the fast, hard thump of our hearts
that’s why real love isn’t called lust
i’m learning that love is everywhere
in any place we choose to be where we respect one another
where commitment to each other is valued
and the investment in our relationship is paramount
there’s more to love than smitten hearts, chocolates, and flowers
Romance In The Air
The evening, filled with promise,
persuaded the new lovers
a moonlit evening walk
would only enhance their affection.
The owls hoo’ed a synchronized chorus
of enchantment for the young couple
walking beneath the branches
upon which the birds conducted their symphony.
Many of the land creatures hid
upon hearing the lollygagging footsteps
meandering aimlessly
in their territory of brush, grass and trees.
With love on their minds
and lust in their loins,
the young couple in love
hoped the night would not end
and that what had begun innocently
would come to fruition
with bodies unclothed and
breaths taken deeper than capacity.
But what the lovers didn’t know,
the owls were calling out a warning,
not a concerto inciting lust,
for the uniformed men were just around the bend.
French Lovers
As
they walk
hand in hand,
smiles radiate,
feelings swell in the backdrop of Paris.
When…
My friend Chuck, from The Reluctant Poet, challenged me to finish two Elfchens he started. I happily obliged to collaborate and finish them. Apparently, he liked them and recommended I share them with my readers. I hope you like them!
When
He Whispered
In My Ear
my heart opened right
up
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When
I Pretend
my credibility nosedives
ego takes a hit
fraud
I Write Her 