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