Public Masturbation Hypnosis PART 1 [COMMISSION]
Take your poetic shit out of here and present it to someone who's actually interested, or i'm gonna call the security on you!" "touche! how can you know you don't like something if you've never tried?"
Lost in My Lover's Embrace - poetic story
To know there can be love, In the most intimate of scenes, Comforts my heart as I curl beside you. My head rests on your chest, Your fur is soft between my fingers. My nose is filled with your scent. Your sweetness fills me with desire. You've...
Defining Moment
#3 of poetry this one is less poetry as it isn't poetic. i still felt it should go in with the rest of my poetry. i like to call this my life poem, a shortened version of the struggles in my life. life doesn't start when you're born.
Serenifi: Great Scott! Part II: Scene 7
poetic jutice- two coyotes with the same gun. (cut to tranquility standing there in an "i surrender" pose, before suddenly jumping off.) montana: ......... (chuckles.) well, time to celebrate. (pulls out bong.)
R.A.Z.Z.L.E - 94.Reality (ONE SHOT/SLIGHTLY MATURE)
Yet at this moment in time, he could not find the right poetic wording for it. "..your princess, has come a calling.." she spoke through giggles, as she entered through his laboratory door.
Black and White – Chapter 4: Fair game.
I was about to trail off in a poetic, sweeping manner, but then mr. key laughed madly, the fine hairs on his legs standing as he rubbed them together. "it is done," he said. the class bell rang. we found ourselves running to fifth period.
Part Two-Adventures of Simo the Skunk: Escape from the Pray-Away-the-Gay Boy's Bible Camp!
But maybe he was being too poetic, not to mention, somewhat aroused. just then, the two weasels burst into the room, followed by the bitter, old reverend fox. "so! you just arrive, and i find you two sissies holdin' hands!
An Extremely Goofy Date Night (A Jeeves Disney Prompt, Posted with Permission)
So, would it be okay if i just say it plainly, and you pretend i was more poetic and graceful?" goofy grinned.
Property of Wesley Telecom
The beeps, the static, machine-to-machine was poetic in a way. the language he heard was not one of culture or history, but instead one born of the bit and the byte. the one and the zero. the transistor and processor.
Field Work
The sprawl of the mountain city was somehow poetic from up here in the sky. but clyde didn't even give it a look. not even a cursory glance. ''damn it all to hell!''
A Duck-Billed Travesty: Melvin's Journal – The Lost Pages
I hope there will be some form of poetic justice for the platypus who works and fucks too much to watch over his own delinquent children... but even if there is, i probably won't find out about it. i digress. the point here is about last night.
Alone
I've been feeling more dysphoric than usual lately so i thought i would voice my emotions in poetic form to the best of my ability, i hope you enjoy i look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do?