Letting Go

Closing my eyes 

I inhale 

Your scent 

As my lips 

Softly sink 

Into your




Transporting me back

To the intimacies 

Of stolen moments 

Of another life

That wasn’t mine.

Our story flashes through my mind as if dying

Which, of course, it is.

So I grudgingly let go

No last words 

Left bereft…

Unable to make a scene 

In public 

I swallow hard

Blink away a tear 

And stare out at nothingness 



Then remembering 

The day you crashed into my life

Teasing an ache from me I didn’t know was there.

I wanted to run


Like a rabbit

But found myself seduced by your intensity and sweetness

Like chocolate

I had to have you

And you willingly gave yourself to me

Like no one else.

Like chocolate 

I convinced myself that something that tasted so good couldn’t be bad.


I ignored the signs 

When enthusiasm morphed into guilt ridden withdrawal of your affections 

Your inner turmoil obvious.

“But you started it!”

The childish voice within admonishes you silently.

So with raw emotions I stumble through my days 

My nights 

My days



© Heavenlyhaven1808 2017

Angel’s Delight

She takes pleasure from denying him what he needs and wants.
Knowing that her way is better. More intense. That he’ll enjoy the sensations more. Yes, to tease and deny him fulfils her darkest fantasies. He is stretched out on the bed, blindfolded. His limbs are tethered to the bed frame with silk ties. She has him exactly where she wants him. Beneath her. As she sways and circles her voluptuous hips, a single drop of her sweet essence drops on his waiting tongue, heightening his senses.
She places her warm, moist, petallike folds against his parched lips allowing him to lap at her arousal like his life depends on it. And in a way it does. For without his mistress he is nothing. Just a shell. Empty. She is everything to him. Everything his heart, body and soul desires. She purrs and speaks softly to him… “Yes my love, you know how to please me. Satisfy me and I will let you have the one thing you desire the most…”
Gently stroking his hair as she straddles his face, riding his lips and tongue slowly and rhythmically, she soon lets out a soft moan as her legs shudder and she holds him between her thighs in a vice like grip. He can feel the nylon of her stockings rubbing against his cheeks. He closes his lips around her button and sucks gently. He then flicks his tongue rapidly over it, only stopping occasionally to swallow. Muttering obscenities she climaxes hard, holding the headboard firmly for support, bathing his face in her sweet, musky nectar. Breathing hard she dismounts, unties him, removes his blindfold and bends over, offering him her perfectly round derrière.
“Now sweetness! Now!” She growls. He immediately bounces into position knowing exactly what she wants. He starts to softly lick along the seam of her moist, swollen pussy from behind, circling her tight forbidden place with just the tip of his tongue. Preparing her. She murmurs his pet name, granting him the permission he craves. He then proceeds to press the head of his thick, engorged member against her pouting lips, sliding it teasingly back and forth through the silkiness, then pushing gently into her beautiful tightness. She gasps as he fills her completely. “Oh baby!” She cries as he starts to fuck her, his breathing quickening. He groans but knows the score. There will be hell to pay if he gets it wrong. He rocks back and forth enjoying the sounds coming from her sensuous and seductive mouth. He feels proud. He gets pleasure from giving Her pleasure. Up to a point. After some time, he daringly asks permission. He begs. He whimpers in pain, the pressure building in his balls.
“Please Mistress! Say it!”
She rubs her clit furiously with a well manicured finger. Nearing her own orgasm, she purrs. She moans. She pants. But she says nothing.
He continues bravely but he’s rapidly approaching the point of no return. As he thrusts in and out of her he has to close his eyes as the sight of her quivering ass and tight, dark hole does nothing to control the sensations now making his cock throb violently. He tries to block the urge to place his thumb against it. Or better still, the crown of his cock…
And as she cums, spasming on his rock hard member, gripping him within her, milking him, he succumbs to the irresistible tug in his loins.
He grunts loudly as he cums. He cums so hard it hurts. It’s so intense. His hot seed shoots forcefully into her heavenly depths. “Ohhh fuck!” He exclaims, gasping, the last thrusts slowing, one last spurt flowing into her now dripping cunt. He will never forget the experience. But, there will be hell to pay.

The Kiss

He kissed me softly
I think he held me
A fraction of a second
Longer than necessary
I felt the softness
His lips imprinted
On my wakened skin
That moment
Felt deep within
My core
My heart
So soft
Yet precise
Leaving his mark
On my thoughts
Whiskers tickling
The corner of my mouth
Sensations flicking
Through my mind
Not of a completely
Innocent kind
Like a seed
The kiss was planted
Now watered and fed
By imagination
I want to know
If from this kiss
Our love might grow

© heavenlyhaven1808 2014


Poetry Challenge by Angel

Words across the Oceans


Words Across the Oceans

Softly spoken
Words across the oceans
Are my only link to you
My love
So full of devotion
We crave to touch
To taste each other’s lust
But… needs must
We satisfy each other
Through our conversation
The power and the passion
Not to be underestimated
But still I dream
That we will meet
And in that moment
No more words
Will either of us need

(c) 2013 heavenlyhaven1808
Twitter – @Heavenly_haven

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Poetry Challenge by Steve Richards

Words across the Oceans


‘Beach Comber’

I wandered along the beach, alone and despondant, my eyes downcast as I scanned the flotsam and jetsam, the weight of an uncaring world heavy on my shoulders.

I spied something glinting in the bright sunlight and bent down to pick up an old bottle that had been carefully sealed. Inside, protected from the water, was a piece of yellowed paper that I gingerly unfolded and upon which I read,


Hello and greetings from afar
I know not who it is you are
Nothing of your life or cares
But I have something all can share
Whatever you deem God to be
He loves you just as he loves me
Add your name to the list below
And let’s see how far this will go
Throw me back into the sea
To find another just like thee
Carried by the tides great motion
Hopeful words across the oceans

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Poetry Challenge – Words Across The Ocean

Softly spoken
Words across the ocean
Are my only link to you
My love
So full of devotion
We crave to touch
To taste each other’s lust
But… needs must
We satisfy each other
Through our conversation
The power and the passion
Not to be underestimated
But still I dream
That we will meet
And in that moment
No more words
Will either of us need

(c) 2013 heavenlyhaven1808


Thumbellina cums of age! Charming and downright filthy! I can’t stop grinning! X

Musings From Under The Beret (18+ Only NSFW)

I sit at my writing desk, sipping my Absinthe and patiently waiting for the muse to take me. I stare at the pristine white paper and start to jot down a few ideas, outlining the description of a female character.

Taking another drink, the words flow from my pencil, covering the page with the vision of the beauty that stands before me in my minds eye. I rest for a moment, reading over what I’ve written, more than pleased with the woman I’ve created.

It’s late and the effects of the strong drink are beginning to take its toll. I lay my pencil down with a sigh and remove my glasses, pinching the bridge of my nose and rubbing my tired eyes.

I don’t know whether it’s the alcohol or tiredness or both, but the words appear to be moving on the page; twisting and writhing with a life of…

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If We Only Had An Hour

If we only had an hour
What would we do?
Drink coffee and chat?
No, not that
Something stronger
As we drink each other in
And feast our eyes
On naked flesh
Bathed in desire
To taste our need
From head to toe
The ache of lust
That drives us so
To grind and thrust
Towards conclusion
Our pent up passion
Soon erupts
Sated once
Then twice
More would be nice
But we only have an hour…

(c) 2013 heavenlyhaven1808