Nu Vibez and Roleplay Guide Magazine - February 2014 | Page 45

50 Shades of Valen nes - p1 50 Shades of Valentines The crea ve spirit burns never more brilliantly than when we are in love, thinking of love, remembering love, desiring love or even mourning love. We all know what the day of love is all about and why, there is history to it, some of it confusing, some not and there are some amazing love stories throughout an quity that s ll to this day inspire movies, books, music and art. In the spirit of this crea ve entertainment, we bring you 50 Shades of Valen nes ... a compila on of short stories and poetry to inspire the in mate and the sexy within all of us. ODE TO LOVE by Crito Gal er I see you in the darkness In the shadow of the night The silken veil of midnight Covering your sight The hood you wear obscures your face But I know it is but you The one I have been seeking The one my soul but seeks Extended hand doth touch thy face To feel the warmth of flesh I need to know it’s really you The one my heart doth seek Embrace we make of our desire Our bodies clench to what’s aspired Holding you in arms that covet Our lips embrace and love transpires Your touch and warmth fills heart’s desire The love and passion my soul requires It’s you! It’s you! The one I’ve sought At last, at last my love is caught Let me and distance challenge us Our love will linger past the dusk And in these arms embrace will take Un l me ends and makes its haste THOSE EYES by Daeden Jessop The mys cal enveloping shadow of night closes in around me as I take in my surroundings. Those haun ng eyes are before me once again -- so so , so warm, so powerful and commanding. No words spoken and s ll I feel the need to obey … to give anything I can … all that I can, to please those marvelous eyes. A light glints off that mesmerizing gaze. It’s a warm light, gentle, maybe yellowish, flickering. It reminds me of firelight or so candles glowing in the darkness, sparkling within the depths of those beau ful eyes. I can see nothing else and yet I feel warmth, I do not shiver from cold, I feel safe … I belong. My own gaze is held firmly in place by the en cing promise reflected from deep within his. A movement, seen in my peripheral vision, registers vaguely in my thoughts yet s ll I look only deep within those enchan ng eyes. A large, strong hand li s up out of the darkness from the direc on of the figure that stands before me. It li s slowly toward my face, fingers loosely curled inward. The lightest caress grazes my so cheek as the backs of his knuckles slip tenderly along my cheekbone to move gently below my jaw. The fingers uncurl to allow rough masculine