Tell me - medium poem

Tell, tell me how, I've offended your being. How I could impact you so. When I don't even know you. Tell, tell me how, Your betrayal is my fault. How my trust is lacking. For helping one in need. Tell, tell me how, I'm supposed to feel,...

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In Between The Chasm Of Lead and Leadership

Another vent poem but as opposed to my last poem venting about the state of the world this is venting about more personal problems.

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Hopeless Desires - short poem

**Hopeless Desires** The one who speaks, Only of misery and misfortune, Thee who has no hope. The one who wishes, For strength and knowledge, Yet cowardly and small. The one to turn their eye, To bathe in the false light, Blinded from...

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Picture Perfect

"just think of all the male dragons who will be looking at your lovely vent. does it excite you?" he brushes his fore paw over her undertail, rubbing his underpads over her vent to pet it slowly before parting his digits to spread her netherlips.

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Omnivorous Love

His spent member gradually slipped from the firm grasp of her cloaca and retracted into his vent.

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A cave on Valentines day

The clamping of her vent clenched in time with the swelling inflation of his knot until it was at full size and her vent could only tremble around the intrusive bulge.

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High Times for the Birds

The muscular walls of her new vent puckered and tensed tight around the eagle toe buried in it as her new vent widened.

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Wake To A Nightmare

**Wake To A Nightmare** "There was a whisper gone, the flame finally snuffed out." "Again I repeat this notion, endless tears falling onto a drought." "Noises become white, sweet poison becomes sour." "This nightmare is ending, I wake upon...

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Grim Outcomes

#13 of short stories/ personal work not really a story, per say, but more of me venting through my creative writing. with a lot of things stressing me out from many different directions, it's sort of left me thinking about things too much.

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