Dirty Skunk
#1 of lime-ricks and rhyme-licks the start of a new hobby: littering sofurry with bad poetry! there once was a skunk / who got covered in spunk / once cum dried / and fur stuck to hide / everyone knew why it stuck.
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My poetry by hooves and horns, by flesh and fur, through dance and song, through love and lust, with wine and revelry, with songs and devotion, we praise you pan, a god of love and lust, song and dance, joy and laughter, hedonism in flesh and soul, we thank
Bright star
#2 of poetry ~ a bright star shines tonight, through my window, seeps a dim light. a gentle gaze caresses me in delight, feeling of bliss, while you're by my side.
Starry night
#4 of poetry ~ across the dim room a silhouette inviting me with it's eyes to the bed a thousand and one starry night couldn't compare to your gentle touch a ballad of tastes and smells a rush of blood, a haze of breath your chest raises,
Mirror's Lament
#8 of poetry .
Tits are tits
#2 of poetry i have no idea why i wrote this but i did tits are tits, no matter how small. tits are tits, they can still be sqeezed. tits are tits, they can still be licked. tits are tits, they can still be nipped.
Poem #14: Sorrow
#14 of poetry a self-explanatory haiku. _sorrow_ nature unrested the sun, stars and clouds, windfall, rainfall, cries. ~bhscorch [!
Fool
#10 of poetry as seen in my writers blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/days-off-and-coping-mechanisms/ _ **fool** _ _my heart a void, my body a shell_ _pointless it is to refill my soul._ _slinking into the shadows, hands sheathed in blood
Loving longingly
#1 of poetry i long to find love i wish to find love could you be the one for me can you make me feel so happy could you and i be made to be maybe this is destiny can i make you happy could i be the one for you can i love you can you love
Poetry quick write: Thoughts of Night
#2 of poetry and poems a writing prompt response: my mind at night. my mind during the night is open free to explore and wonder.
perfume - poem
#7 of poetry collection poem no. 7 oh what have we become you and me were together once so happy and young have you ever lost something so precious that could never be replaced but only to be found years later, when its value has gone to waste now all
Brevity of Fire
#10 of poetry uploading old poems. please provide feedback, as i hope to continue editing and making these acceptable for publication. what burned with passion's flare has fallen to despair.