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One of my poems...... Yes poems
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| Bling |
im not a dj though i wish i was. but ill like to contribute something that u might like :)
My Phoenix
To be heard, to be listened to is something every soul desires.
But it is to be understood that is both the end and beginning.
It is the end of one’s heartaches but the beginning of one’s heartbreaks.
To be desired by another for ones body, mind and soul is as rare and
beautiful as the Phoenix herself. The Gracefulness of her feathered body,
the lifeblood that reanimates those around her, the angularity of her bodice
enervates my soul.
The poetry of her motions, the softness of her voice, the warmth of her
heart
Reverbrates through time akin to a water droplet on a still pond.
I wandered through the depths of human depravity searching for just one
feather the illustrious Phoenix Down, a treasure more beautiful then all the
riches of the material world my entire life.
One day the phoenix appeared its beauty blinding me, its multicolored
plumage symbolizing the essence of life itself. Her red tail feathers
symbolizing her warmth, her yellow head representative of her spirituality
as she has descended from the very heavens itself.
Oh my Phoenix, my love, you have ever so gracefully entered my life and
captured my heart holding it within your firm grasp. In the end, my heart no
longer aches for I have acquired my phoenix down but now it is a new
beginning and my heart breaks because I have discovered love’s true form. |
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| arturob |
| more more more !!!! |
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| Bling |
I no longer listen to the songs of birds
I no longer can enjoy the rising and setting of the sun
ANOTHER DAY
The days ebb and flow like the tides of the sea
Quiet, unnerving, melancholic
A lone sea gull cries in the night air longing for some food
Its starving
ANOTHER DAY
The seasons change around me, yet my world remains the same
A world full of loneliness and deceptions.
When will change come?
ANOTHER DAY
Romanticism lives within my heart and soul
Forever trapped not of my own doing
But because there are no takers.
ANOTHER DAY
As the days come and go and the lonely nights alone in my bed
Begin to overwhelm me I think of myself as that hungry seagull whose shrills pierced the nightsky. The seagull like myself, screaming out of hunger but not being heard.
His hunger physical, mine emotional.
ANOTHER DAY
But the seagull does have an advantage over me. He can fly amongst God’s breath
He can elevate himself to a plane that I can only dream. His lover is the sky. His wings wrapped in a lover’s embrace with the sun drenched sky. I on the other have my feet grounded wishing for a freedom that can only be achieved when someone unlocks my heart with the key of love
ANOTHER DAY COMES TO AND END |
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| Bling |
| i also have an erotic one omg but we dont have a sex board in here lol should i? |
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| DarkAngel |
| quote: | Originally posted by Bling
i also have an erotic one omg but we dont have a sex board in here lol should i? |
Why not? :wtf: |
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| Bling |
heh ok wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee here goes lol
The iridescent hue of the candles are at its peak, rose petals strewn about in an orgy of color, a man and woman are atop the satin sheets naked ready for an adventure into each other.
The man starts to whisper sweet nothings nonchalantly into the delicate beauty’s ear. His heart pounding, sweat beading, genitalia aching.
The woman’s skin as soft as silk, her naked body begins to sway to the rhythmic motions of their hearts. Her breasts start to heave, her supple pink nipples are erect. The man begins to kiss her neck and be one with her soul.
The motions intensify, the man continues to pump the woman begins to quiver in ecstascy. Deeper and deeper the man goes into her body but most importantly her soul. As he grasps her breasts with one hand the other is around her heart.
The undulating motions tenses up the man’s penis, his head moistens with his and her juices.
The point of no return is upon us. The woman orgasms in a fit of sound of fury. The man is proud of himself a job well done.
He tells her how much he loves her how every moment of his life he has awaited with baited breathe for a woman like her, a woman who can both excite and entice him with her physical beauty and emotional spirituality.
His penis starts to ache knowing he is about to orgasm he slows down and pulls out. Ready for round 2… like a boxer resting in his respective corner waiting to pounce anew.
He strokes her sweet spot she licks his fingers and strokes his manhood. She gently places it back in and tells him to her!!!
Every man yearns for those words so he starts to pump her harder and harder, faster and faster. He finally ejaculates in a fit of passion. Ejaculation… man’s ascension to heaven and back a fast journey but a powerful one nonetheless.
The candles have died out, the rose petals are all over the floor the sheets rustled all up. All that is left is two naked bodies heaving and panting enlocked in an embrace |
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| DarkAngel |
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...ever consider writing romance novels? :toothless |
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| Bling |
| yep but id have to quit my day job lol |
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| DarkAngel |
| I could post some of my stuff here, but it wouldn't be wise. My poems/books are too moody, dark and violent. :whip: |
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| Swamper |
The passion yearns within me, behold as I bring the lucky recipient to my swamp bed of love.
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