The Girl in the Crystal Blue Water
A poet is as good a choice as any other human, don't you think?" i was no poet, but i had to agree.
Domination and Submission Chapter 3: The Turning Point
The crowd went wild again as if tom was a seasoned poet or jazz musician. he spoke with such emotion, such passion it brought a slight tear to his own green eyes.
Behind Closed Doors
I am not the best poet, but i hope you enjoy reading what i share. i was short a submission to post today, sorry!
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how is it i have met, still nowhere near the sunset of my days, (and if this be the sunset of my days, i pray the sunset last for decades yet) with that rare breed of love that poets would have you believe is something only glimpsed but
Yaz Buraldkin, the first King of Abun
Due to his education as a priest, he also heavily financed culture and invited to his court many historians, poets and artists. he had twelve sons from nejuz, but their names have been lost as no document mentioning them has been found yet.
Seeing the Beauty Within
You are everything a poet needs to feed his rhyme for a thousand years." "then prove it, and not with words. i have waited long; suffering the pain of waiting for this day.
The Executive: Part 2 - New Friends
"just when i thought i couldn't like you even more, you show me that you're a poet as well!" brian nuzzled underneath danny's chin, feeling closer to him than anyone in his life. "brian," said danny, his eyes closed.
The Stallion Mounts His Colt: First Time Under His Feral Father (erotic eBook teaser)
Some of the others had even teased him and said, through his spoken stories, that he was something of a poet. and yet he appreciated that. damascus' smell sank into him, however, a deeply rooted musky, earthen scent with a hint of spice too.
Role Play
Tell the truth, but tell it slant -- more words from another poet, and good advice when not sure quite what to reveal. "i'm not married," he said quietly.
Ambush
It was no part of his plan to have future poets sing of his noble but pointless sacrifice. this wolf dreamed large dreams, and they involved leading the clans united against the horse lords.
Unthinkable
A poet would probably have been mesmerised by such a small, yet perfectly intricate example of nature's beauty. i was, if you haven't already gathered, not a poet, i was a warrior who didn't have time to waste.
The Clearing
When a poet attempts nsfw flash fiction for the first time. the clearing the indicative cobalt pallor of nighttime. across the clearing, across to where a werewolf stood. all knowingly. a single werewolf at that.