Why Must Love Hurt

Why Must Love Hurt

I have hurt a friend

That I find so dear

It was no intent of mine

It hurts me in my mind

My own mind is in a dilemma

Brought by a call 2 weeks ago

From my companion of old

About whom not much have I told.

We had parted ways

Some four plus years ago

And had talked rarely in

Over a thousand plus days

She invited me to dinner

At a bistro, and not at her home

I accepted her invite, both because

I missed her and was curious

I found her sitting at a table

That we had often shared

Two glasses and a bottle of wine

Waiting with her for me to share

She rose as I approached

And kissed both of my cheeks

I returned both kisses

And sat at my regular place

She filled both glasses

And handed one across to me

“I bet you wonder

 Why I chose meet here”

I held my glass to hers

“It had crossed my mind”

Her glass touched mine

And a light came into her eyes

“To apologize to a lady I loved

And hurt so very badly and made cry.

I miss that woman I loved, and know

I my heart that love for her is still here”

She caught me off guard

Of that you can be sure

“What of your young friend?”

“I haven’t seen her in three years.”

I cannot tell a lie

My heart skipped a beat

I still missed her and loved her

But my heart still hurt too.

Dinner was lovely with wine and cheer

To old friends beginning to renew

But with caution on both parts

Decide to date and not immediately renew.

By: D. D.

©June 18, 2014

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

P.O. Box 143, North Chili, NY  14514

All Rights Reserved

D. D. Story Page Vol 4, Issue 6. Poetry

Love & Cherish

I have no Idea where this came from, it just flowed out of me.

D.D.

Love & Cherish

Something Old: My antique wedding gown.

Something New: You’re brand new wedding gown.

Something Borrowed: The panties I borrowed from you.

Something Blue: The pale blue thong I gave to you.

Our wedding day is here.

Our hearts are full of cheer.

Our friends are waiting in their seats.

Our music brings them to their feet.

My father, to my left

You’re father on your right.

We meet at the alter

Huge smiles on our faces.

We say our vows,

And become wife and wife.

Something we have dreamed of,

For much of our life.

Now it is time to celebrate,

To party with our friends,

Both gay and straight,

Together meet us at the gate.

The party goes on till late;

Lasting well; into the next date.

I hold you in my arms;

My beautiful loving wife.

I whisper softly in your ear,

How bad I want you my dear.

You hold me tight against you,

An whisper what you’ll do to me.

It’s time for us to leave,

I need to bow before you on my knees

With only one need between we,

To pleasure my wife; as she pleasures me.

We slip away, to our night’s hideaway.

Where we slowly and sensually remove

Each other’s gown, till we only wear down,

As we stand, our feet buried in gowns.

Nipple to nipple, mound to mound;

Lips and tongues; searching all around.

We fall to the bed and spin around,

Lips to lips; tongues in mounds.

Twenty four hours of bliss,

The result of a single kiss,

My wife in my arms,

To love and cherish for life.

©May 18, 2014

D. D.

Suzy Q. Stories Publishing

Satin, Lace and Wine

Satin, Lace and Wine

Satin, Lace, bottles of red and white,

A fire crackling: in the big stone hearth.

Candles and flowers add to the aroma,

Of this, my favorite sensual place.

The great room will soon fill,

With young ladies; of society and grace.

It’s the first Monday of the Month,

Lingerie party time, at my friend Madeline’s.

A roomful of beautiful French lingerie,

There to fondle, model, and wear for all.

Twenty young women; some known, some not,

Some flirtatious and open, some reserved and not.

An hour of wine, shrimp, chocolate, and cake,

Then and ice breaker game, on lingerie of course

Guess what color panties are most worn in the place.

Great fun for me; as I publically poll each pretty face.

Another round of wine, and then the fun begins,

Who will be the first to model for the group?

If no one does, its then time for me.

But not to night, as a long legged redhead say she!

What a beautiful sight, as she stands by the fire

And slowly slips off her evening’s attire.

She told no lie, panties and bra, of Irish green

Perfectly set off mane’s vibrant red gleam.

Time for me to put this away,

Concentrate on a most beautiful display,

Of laughing joking, and teasing young ladies,

And the satin and lace they are starting to display.

© February 3, 2014

D.D.

Lost Once Again

Lost Once Again

I’m lost, actually I’m hiding right in plain sight.

Hiding from what? Hiding from stress…

How did I manage to get into such a mess,

Hiding from life; hiding from stress.

A life, sliding along like on smooth ice,

Suddenly turned; to quick sand mud.

Sinking ever lower and lower,

When will I stop; will my head be on top.

Back to not knowing; who I am or want to be,

Back to not knowing…if to be a she or he.

The sensations of chiffon, satin and lace linger;

Intermingled with the aura; of lilac and lavender.

I have a longing, for the feeling of another,

Another woman, dressed like me in satin and lace

Her hands gently caressing my hair and face,

As I will them to travel to more a sensual place.

I’ve been this route before, now and then,

Not wanting to feel the touch of a man.

But longing to make love to another woman,

Woman to woman; savoring her offering of love.

Totally unconcerned with my own physical need,

Totally immersed with; pleasuring her every need.

Wound together in a flowing veil of, chiffon, satin and lace,

Kissing and rubbing each other in just the right place.

©January 17, 2014

D.D.

When The Fire Is Out

When The Fire Is Out

Oh what do I do?

When love turns to waste.

Filling my mouth with a bad taste.

Oh what do I do?

When now there is no emotion.

That quickens my hearts motion.

Oh what do I do?

When simple actions my mind it does irk.

Causing my anger, to just below the surface to lurk.

Oh what do I do?

When the feelings I experience when we are apart.

Add no strain or pain to my heart.

Oh what do I do?

When the words that are spoken.

So often lead to a heart that is broken.

Oh what do I do?

When the embers slowly die.

And in the wind the ashes do fly.

Oh what do I do?

When two people share a home,

Yet are both so sad and alone.

Oh what do I do?

When the depression is so deep,

That at times you just want to sit and weep.

© April 6, 2006

D. D.