The Day's Sunset
The sun has given into encroaching Night, at last relieving me of the light A stillness, my love, is fast approaching. The earth has swallowed the revealing sun, Its stomach churning deep with the star's might, For you, my love, all that's left...
Flowers of the Lily Nymph 1
And just like any poetry, it can be a beautiful sonnet, a bawdy limerick, or discordant trash. within the ranks of the fey is the lily nymph.
Sonnet #1: Insomnia
Shall I lay sleepless each and ev'ry night, And burn with moonlit lust to dream again? Shall I then write by fading candlelight With mind and soul assailed by constant din? The moon shines down through lonely window panes As if to mock my...
Blue Sonnet, part 2
.** **casino nights** **"blue sonnet, part 2" .o.o.o.** the three had arrived at the blue sonnet. and to their amazement, vicky delane was there.
Portrait of a Lonely Wolf
For every day, somebody else has left. For every day, another empty house. For every day is closer to the day When he will be the only one still here. The only one to never find a way To any other place. His road goes but In circles. And he...
The No Nut November Challenge
A sonnet-a-day detailing the struggles of a hyperfur who foolishly made a bet he could go the entire month of november without blowing his load.
Hodgepodge! (the first)
. ~~~~ --sonnet to lizards-- so lizards flit on rocks and high places but my tail drags slowly through the mud when i walk on all fours.
There is a howl that resonates the air
There is a howl that resonates the air - not deep and prideful - that is not my wolf. A friendly call belongs to him I care about - the gentle soul that is your wealth. We nuzzle muzzles - locking lips as we exchange our breaths. Alone, his...
The White Tiger
If you happen to know an english major, play 'find the sonnet'! more of this story to come because i love mary sues and i don't care who knows it! as the great snowstorm subsided, i looked out from under my shelter and strode into the wild again.
Gaymerc
Not something you can sell to the bards or give to the priests to make into sonnets, is it? \*yawn\* sorry.. well, i am getting old.. i can only do it 3 or 4 times and then i am tired out..
Depth
_ derek glanced up over the top of his book as he concluded the sonnet, meeting the warm brown eyes of the otter sprawled in the shallows of the lake, her sleek feminine form dressed only in water. she sighed, shaking her head.
[c] An Intimate Understanding
She was rewarded by a sonnet of sounds from her trainer--modest gasps, sighs, and notes of carnal delight. "come on," urged valerie, her breath shallow.