graveyard men - poem
#3 of poetry collection poem no. 3 they say they meet in graveyards where the leaves crunch and crumble where the men meet under the moonlight rumored has it to drink and mumble down the sidewalk they'll come paving their path in groups treading along
To Calm a Dragon
He ran until grass treaded under his paws, then roared as his broad wings flung him into the sky. lagertha was grateful for her empty stomach. a lurch like that would have spilled everything she ate.
Don't Bench Alone: Herm on Male, Domination
Then thirty minutes on the treads." "treads? i didn't agree to do any running." "you can powerwalk. cardio is important!" \*\*\* sweat drenched his fur as he labored over to the locker room.
Change the Station
tread on a tendril and the seed pods are tossed into the air where they detonate and scatter entangling seeds. the seeds have been filled with a special transformative mixture, and if you..." "no, i'm not taking any bribes.
The Bio-Suited Husky
His foot paws found their way into the foot paw socks that had a springy tread. the tread was designed to support a digitigrade anthro's foot paws and give them traction on the otherwise sleek outfit.
Within the Furious Cave
They stepped forward and opened their mouths to yell something, but froze, mouth agape when they saw the beast treading by her.
I feel the siren's call
I resist but some days i merely tread water and others i lounge on dry land. the siren's voice calls me forth and i cannot tune it out. it will haunt me all my days forevermore, such is the journey of my mistakes.
V & Me
I treaded water towards the center of the pool, looking for him. a vortex whooshed beneath by spread legs and i turned in a circle, trying to see what was beneath me.
Ode to My Giant Werewolf Boyfriend
There were small signs at first my wolf was swayed onto a path much darker than he'd tread - a loss of patience with small types dismayed and left within a growing sense of dread.
Tail-Play in Lane 17
Boom smirked and stopped swimming to watch her, treading water. "not at all..."
The Gift of a Lifetime
Sand was underneath his feet certainly, but a few steps forward would find him treading upon the softest looking of grasses.
The Lead Crown: Ch 1b, Martyrdumb
Friar arlowe folded his paws together on the table once again, and recited a passage from scripture, "...and though i may walk where angels fear to tread, you guide me in all things.