Tag: Alone

Amidst the Flames

like gravity floating backward they stand amidst the smoke and flames anxiously waiting for nothing sound ceasing endlessly weary and wandering i fuck the night

Missing

In the silence of you Thinking down our sensual Kissing in black and white No more music Memory continues to haunt me Forgetting never the moments of you that I tried to leave at your door that are still in my bed My empty bed My soul swims here mostly alone Sometimes not It should be you

Circus Life

Calling out from the depths Riddled with want Burning with intensity Stabbing through broken heart Forlorn Scab torn Empty vessel of nothing Filling it with fuck Frenzied urgency disguised as slow sensual motion Trying to crawl inside Trying to realize the carnal scenes That play and dance through my mind Dark tawdry circus of lust and obsession Warped and bizarre ideas of perfection Grotesque … Read More Circus Life

Obsession

Exhausting facade Day in Day out Composure and calm Carefully masking My desperate and frenzied Lust and desire Ceaselessly seething Through my being Always there Always right beneath the surface Clawing and scratching To get at anything To get at you Hunting and prowling For sweet agonizing relief That seems possible only in flesh Only in your flesh

Empty Rapture

Twisting me over under My body trembling arching Propelled into and thru Incomprehensible pleasure What are you doing to me I ask My mind and body warping Feebly holding on Dangling over the edge of newfound sensual abyss Is this real Afraid to let go all the way Almost impossible to hold on Feeling everything and nothing Exquisite rapture Make me let go Push … Read More Empty Rapture

Mugilan Raju

Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time

Poetry & Stories

From soul to soul

Shahabistan

Vox clamantis in deserto

awriterly

words sticking to fingers

MUNNYOEBER

caustic words and primitive art

ScienceSwitch

Exploring the Depths of Curiosity

Aicha

let the conversation begin

Blase'

My heart, mind and soul...transcribed!

'V' as in Vixen

She was devoted to the moon. It’s its darkness she found comfort. In its light, she found hope.

INTUITING REALITY

Poetic Armour of Genres

kirilson photography

the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa

What I Write

The Adventures of an Erotica Author (18+)

MELTING ICE TOWERS

SPARKLING THE CULTURE OF READING AND WRITING

The Renegade Press

Tales from the mouth of a wolf

VerseInEmotion

Life is short..... but it's long enough to make you forget.....that it doesn't last for ever!

Quill & Parchment

I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good

Bri Pruett

STAND-UP, FEMINISM, OTHER STUFF