My husband, sometimes, draws erotica,
He has for years. I'm sure you know the kind,
A tiger man and husky man, perhaps,
Or handsome fox and manly-smug raccoon,
Or fatherly but dangerous wolf, in all
The situations that might give excuse
For them...
Blank verse essay, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
blank verse 9 lines
we would congregate at the back of the
school building when all our classes where
finished and the adults weren't watching and
then we would design a pentagram on
the floor as a precaution and proceed
to conjure
Poetry, blank verse
Story and verij are (c) me
dave is (c) https://dave-8ball.sofurry.com/
cover art is taken from google images, referenced from : gila.faking-sanity.net
blank space
michelle teague
> space, blank nothingness dotted by the occasional star or rock.
Anal, Balls, Blowjob, Cock, Cum, Dick, Gay, Inflation, M/M, Male, Male/Male, Penis, Pre, Sex, Size Difference, Stretching
Story and verij are (c) me
dave is (c) https://dave-8ball.sofurry.com/
cover art is taken from google images, referenced from : gila.faking-sanity.net
blank space
michelle teague
> space, blank nothingness dotted by the occasional star or rock.
Anal, Balls, Blowjob, Cock, Cum, Dick, Gay, Inflation, M/M, Male, Male/Male, Penis, Pre, Sex, Size Difference, Stretching
#1 of blank pages
**chapter 1**
eridan's legs dangled from the roof of the local smithy as he enjoyed the piece of bread he had procured.
Adventure, Fantasy
Him and I.
We are.
Waves of pure boredom flooded your brain while _little streams of semen_ made you flinch and want to quit looking around for lifes purpose in the crook of her neck.
and you sigh, and cough from your tobaccan mouth and we both feel...
M/F, free verse
It's called,the blank notepage."henry finished.
"the blank notepage?"melissa said strange.
"yes,it's where you're certain part of your mind is showing you.'your inner self wards,thing's that your mind says that will not show you but haunt you."
Fear, HORRER
I do not fear a season without hope:
Catastrophe upon catastrophe,
When love is every day a little bit
Made more a crime. When cruelty becomes
The only virtue men know how to praise.
When all but easy speeches are forbid
To comfort cruel men. I...
Autobiographical, Poetry, blank verse
How often have I dreamed of such a place?
How often have I seen those emerald fields,
And in that dream, forgotten that I dreamed,
That I would wake, had woken, and my life
Dissolved into a peaceful deja vu
That cannot be remembered? I can...
Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse