Poem #45: Imagination
#46 of poetry this is a poem about how ideas and imagination are just as important in life as the things our body needs to survive. without imagination, our mind cannot survive.
Just My Imagination
The image was perfect to him and better than his imagination could ever come up. though, the briefs left little for the imagination, he liked to try and come up with something in his head as well.
Whatever You Imagine
"you know, i've always imagined having sex with another male, but not that intense like what i experienced." he laughed softly as he stood up yawning and stretching.
Fated Scales: Imagine
**fated scales** a novel by cheetahs(aryn storm) **chapter description:** on their way to the ideal vacation home, doran asks alex to imagine the delightful possibilities awaiting for him as a feral dragoness, but alex envisions a completely different
A poem for the imaginative mind
A poem for the imaginative mind the musk of men and women in the passionate embrace. oh the heat of the loins makes her moan the name. the clap-clap of his thrusts,the smell of the collective sweat.
Housepets: Overactive Imaginations
He's forced to grapple with his imagination-and his feelings for tarot. all of the characters are pretty horny in this one. a prequel to hearts, minds, & dicks. read whichever first.
A Dream Beyond Imagination
His room was a haven for every dragon imaginable to be viewed as if they were gods. several weeks before this night in particular he came across a webpage about mating dragons.
Whispering Twins (Part 20)
She glanced away as her mind wondered, trying to imagine zay on his knees with a dick in his mouth. heat bloomed between her legs and she crammed her paws down between her thighs. oh... why is that such a turn on?
Into the Pit Chapter 8: A Gentle Touch
Amethyst didn't drop it, pointing to the dildo, "were you imagining me when you were sucking that off?" the terrier nodded again. amethyst smiled, biting her lip as she imagined the athletic terrier sucking off her strap-on.
Make-Believe
_Listen__ well little Toby, this tale has been passed down by The People since times long forgotten, listen to the story of A-River-Between, the first of his Kind, the first to hear Their Voice, and the first to share Their Wisdom. Long ago back when...
I wither besides the lush flower bed
I wither beside the lush flower bed I am full of life and yet I stand as bones Where I can sip the dew drops I find myself unquenchable Touched by falling petals, my skin stings with pricklers ping Unrivaled in my stance still I am but an empty...
Day Off
Getting back into the hang of writing; don't expect this to be good, or have a lot of editing, because i'm writing three essays alongside this and my imagination is low.