The Tale of Two Hearts: Part I
Sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/09/tale-of-two-hearts-part-i/ your smile, it haunts my deepest dreams but father's rule remains supreme our eyes linger as they meet and makes my heart skip a beat deep in the night, i crave your touch if but in secret, i could clutch i yearn
Moon Flowers
The night is endless, moon entrenched by will and yet a flower i am not; i yearn. to feel her paws soft, tending gardens mine alas i wait, forlorn, forever pine.
A poem for the imaginative mind
Yet he yearns to return. and quench his true need.
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Bugz
Unbeknownst to the other dragons, she further splits her detective duties further into that of inquisitor and correctional officer, yearning for a world where even the damned can find redemption.
The Year of the Dragon
Oh, how he yearned for her.
Swelling with Their Love: A collection of gay inflation mini-stories (erotic eBook teaser)
Yet it was an ache that blake yearned for all the more, his paws on his stomach, trying to feel every spurt that poured into him.
Ice-Blue Rendezvous
And as her climax near, she yearned ... yearned. and, had she not been a snow rabbit, she would've cried. the fox's voice, yipping, sounded strained. he huffed, huffed ... he was getting nearer. he was enjoying this.
Kokuei's Messy Diaper
This was exactly what he'd been wanting and yearning for. it felt right... and he felt good.
Don't Lie To Me
He yearns for the lizard's arms around him, yearned for him to touch him lower, deeper. he struggled with his hands, his wrists bound by a single, tight fist.
The Arrival of the Fiery Horse story
The fiery horse commands their attention, stirring emotions of curiosity, reverence, and a yearning to understand the secrets of its fiery essence.
tortured artist - poem
Precious moments spent together they never last forever although we made messes i loved your imperfections i saw beauty in your everything not for your colors not for your concept for that passion in me you burned but then one day you turned i used to yearn
Topheth, A Poem
Car keys have set to rest, by the morning's very best; nothing new here to learn, but with room to yet yearn. cold lips will part to take, seasoned warmth for your sake, before fingers meet new skin, under disguise from all sin.