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A dirty poem in Czech / Erotická básnička(It’s a pitty there are so few Czechs on Tumblr because the Czech is my mother tongue and it allows me to express myself more precisely and richly than English. Also, there are lots of dirty words and expressions
The Temp’s attempts to tempt each Exec: Exec #1, quick to catch her intent, made use of her talents to the fullest extent. She moaned, begged and screamed for greatest effect, and give him a work-lunch he’ll never forget. Exec #2 seemed at
She knows the trick, called “The Helix”, is a wet and wondrous mix of ponderous tits and rotating licks, enveloping excited dicks. And so she picks to please the pricks with her hard learned porn antics. 8===D——{ Wetiquette
When lust and love entwine After a bit of wine If music is sublime Both feline and equine Do merge and realign And as these all combine The feeling is devine 8===D——{ Wetiquette
A favourite of mine (“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost, 1922)
Gettin’ to the heart of the matter
She is one of the Library’s most generous benefactors. She is smart, sensual and oh so sexy. She is… cindersk: The temptationThe teaseThat sly titillationThe torture The touchThat single fixationThe whisperThe sighThat complete captivationT
Just a Touch She is one of my personal favorites. Her words never fail to ignite and arouse. Making her way back on to the Erotic Storybook Library dais, please welcome… deepestdesires: Just a touch. So very slight. Against your skin. Under
iahfy: happy vday from the avatar with the fattest booty beautiful poem by mikaturnsup art by me, animated by owlerart
she kissed me… and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips… ward elliot hour
Sad Sack of Shit
“For all the children who whistles in the dark and who refuses to admit that they’re frightened out of their wits”.https://soundcloud.com/brainpicker/maya-angelou-reads-life-doesnt“Life Doesn’t Frighten Me" (Maya Angelou
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book-caps: You are now 18, standing on the precipice,trembling before your own greatness.who say you are too young and delicate to make anything happen for yourself. They don’t see the part of you that smolders. Don’t let their doubting drown out
The Exorcism of Meggie Royer
homo-online: Many Loves by Allen Ginsberg (excerpt) “Resolved to sing no songs henceforth but those of manly attachment” -Walt Whitman II. Neal Cassady was my animal: he brought
Mmm… This is bloody brillant and worthy of being my first post. Thinking About You.
radicaldreamersteph: Some of these trees have been growing for years The leaves on the floor must be five metres deep The paths are a labyrinth or even a trap Some tides don’t turn some things never come back. Secret recordings were made in
The Green Face of Death
Dandelion… on Flickr. “I was a dandelion puff…Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They blew
I am a small island And waiting. On the edge of the sea. For Her To sail Home To me.
i am listening, so use your words… paint me a picture of some thing pretty, some thing wonderful or absurd. Paint me some thing sensual, some thing spiritual or confessional, paint me some thing loving, some thing heartfelt and consensual.
The rhythmic, heavy thud Of footsteps in the hall; The firm, rough hands That pin me to the wall.
Sea mist glistens on bare, soft skin, The scent of brine and stale gin; Off the starboard bow in such a plight, What a pretty little treasure for the crew’s delight!
sweet-little-submissive: Sea mist glistens on bare, soft skin, The scent of brine and stale gin; Off the starboard bow in such a plight, What a pretty little treasure for the crew’s delight!
When your face smells like ass and your crotch smells of cum and lube.When the boy under you has released his grip on the sheets, lowered his torso flat and rolled his head to rest on the pillow still drooling and panting heavily.
Your eyesThose that once reflectedThe brilliance of ourFledgling new lifeTogetherNow show Emptiness within youOvertaken bySo much angerIn my placeSomething I wrote a while back, edited once and just finished.
adrenaline: “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” — Pablo Neruda (via coral)
surfandwrite: Ravish Me Red by Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) My more poetic way of saying “harder“ or "fuck me like you hate me.”
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“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” ― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to
“I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” ― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny
rootifying: Shoot: Poems (II/?) ↪ “they said we got on like a house on fire”
lifeinpoetry: “In your love I am sometimes redeemed / a stranger / to myself.” — June Jordan, from “On Your Love,” Directed By Desire: The Collected Poems of June Jordan
adrasteiax: “(…) the night was dark and love was a burning fence about my house.” — Audre Lorde, from Gemini in “The Collected Poems Of Audre Lorde”
violentwavesofemotion:Linda Gregg, from All Of It Singing: New and Collected Poems of L. G.; “Lilith,”
violentwavesofemotion: “On my ears I hang earrings of twin red cherries,” — Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of. F. F.; “Another Birth,”
today I read one of my friends a poem of mine and his reaction was priceless. First he was silent, and then he was like “that was FUCKING AMAZING.” He started to cry and then asked me to read it again so I did. He said that if I kept writing
mikrokosmos: Scriabin - Prometheus: The Poem of Fire My inner Romantic likes to match music with the weather, and so the other night walking to the local Dairy Queen, I put on Scriabin to match the light of the full moon. Again I’m hypnotized and drawn
petitmatou: “The memory of things I have loved seems worn, built over, changed or cheapened.” — Linda Gregg, from In The Middle Distance: Poems of L. G.; “Changed or Cheapened,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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89words: “I will warm your feet in my hands; I will warm your breasts and thighs with kisses. I wish I could build a fire In you that would never go out.” — Kenneth Rexroth, excerpt of “Runaway”, in Sacramental Acts: The Love Poems of Kenneth
bebemoon: “I dream and it is another life.” — Frank Stanford, from What About This: Collected Poems of Frank Stanford; “Quest of Chants,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
remember that poem in “perks of being a wallflower”? it was a suicide note, right? I just read it again for the first time in years and it made me sob like a bitch haha
purifyed: longweeknd: mi-fanno-bella: helpmefixmyself: I actually liked this poem of mine. No one else did, but I’m posting it again because I’m actually proud of this one ok. i love this this is really good wow this is absolutely my favorite
violentwavesofemotion: Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of. F. F.; “Let Us Believe In The Beginning of a Cold Season,”
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bluebeardsbride: “Modern language is deeply suffused with the long-standing association of the heart with emotional states. We talk of a heart fit to burst, learn things by heart, engage in heart-to-hearts or have our heart set on something. If we
kinbakunokaiji: “I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.” ― Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
Paint it black, left to die Through the pain and hollowed cries. Paint it black and bleed the sky, Scream of lost dreams as he dies. Make a friend of pain, have a friend for life he’s told to sooth his mind. But pain is all I’ve ever known
Photo: Pain and Pleasure by Cageyshick05http://cageyshick05.deviantart.com/art/Pain-and-Pleasure-325455309 Perpetual motion, caught in the between. The touch of another shall save the unseen. Porcelain smiles and facades of perfection. Scared to face
Photo: Hearts and Rose by TheLob (Steve Laube) http://thelob.deviantart.com/art/Hearts-and-Rose-129148961 Thoughts of you run rampant through my mind. My head is in the clouds. Is it all part of the design? My heart cares not as it pounds. When I’m
as the depression drips down the length of my spine I can’t think of nothing but the things you’ve said to me // dsm
helpmefixmyself: I actually liked this poem of mine. No one else did, but I’m posting it again because I’m actually proud of this one ok.
the-necessary-unnecessary: “The fount of joy was bubbling in thine eyes, Dancing was in thy feet, And on thy lips a laugh that never dies, Unutterably sweet. Dance on!” (Poems of East & West, Vita Sackville-West)↳ VITA & VIRGINIA (2018)
memoryslandscape: “Under the cherished maple, I will treat you To a subtle conversation– […] In that dark green twilight There was the mysterious, sultry heat of anticipation.” — Anna Akhmatova, from “The Pines,” The Complete Poems of Anna
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