Quaking
Quaking Though you are not with me I can fell you Though your skin isn't pressed to my lips I can smell you All of you Your body and skin call out to me in writhing need Oh, that wonderful scent of iron That ever sweet, rusty, life source My...
Poem for Children Wishing to Summon Evil Spirits
On Hallow's Eve, beneath the sky Take the implements described To some obscure, untraveled place, The knife, the flame, the words to say. A pentagram would surely do, But pick which symbol pleases you And draw it out with steady care, Then...
Where Land Meets Water - Chapter 4
Another weekend went by in a flash. It was simply amazing how fast time seemed to flow when you had something fun to keep your mind busy. And it was fun, Kramer thought as he walked through the forest, his arms strained from the heavy cases he carried...
Taste
Preachers, and prophets, push truth like drugs. My mind feels gross like slimy slugs. I'm confused, and used, so used, so, can't I sleep forever tonight? I'm too tired tonight, and I've fucked up again. Desire over chastity, I don't think Anne...
A Taste for It
A Taste for It * * * She was waiting on the couch for me when I came home. Naked of course, she says that it lets her rusty fur dry naturally and stay soft and shiny. Unless someone comes calling, there's really nothing to complain...
Zhaiothe Part 1 - The Taste Of Regret
**Zhaiothe Act 1 - The Taste Of Regret ** **By Dexdor** The rain was heavy. First one of the spring, but it kept the air outside cold. As if the sky told everyone below that it was night. The Sun has turned in, and so shall you all. It swept the...
Bobby 02 - Up Close
Bobby Orr looked out of the master bedroom's window. It was a large window, more something that you'd see in a living room, rather than a bedroom. He liked being able to look out, and he didn't care who might be able to look in, or what they might...
burning thoughts
eyes floating in my mind lost in my thoughts of your beautiful skin, feeling your taste and sound run through me as i think of your eyes still staring at me in my mind burning a hole into my soul
Starry night
Across the dim room a silhouette Inviting me with it's eyes to the bed A thousand and one starry night Couldn't compare to your gentle touch A ballad of tastes and smells A rush of blood, a haze of breath Your chest raises, a sound of...
A Taste of Love
Rarity still remembered the shivers of excitement that raced through her the first time she saw Twilight's shining Castle of Friendship appear from beneath the ground. All her life she had been fascinated by Canterlot's splendor and refined culture,...
Taste of Tongue
The wolf ducked into the sports bar with luck on his side, as the drizzling rain turned to pouring sheets just as the door snicked home. It was an establishment he had seen dozens of times but never entered before. It featured a cozy atmosphere:...
A Taste of the Cookie
A Taste of the Cookie For VeronicaFoxx By Draconicon "What do you mean, he said no?" Greta asked, the white wolf blinking. "I thought you -" "Apparently, he's the only 100% straight trucker on this entire stretch of...