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WARNING: ADULT CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE (very) MILD EROTICA.
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Tender breathing amongst the soft sheets of her soul that tuck her tightly away from his brutal hands
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by LesbianOfLove
45 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 8 3:28 PM. In Sestina, Erotica, Sex, Horny, Sexuality, Lust, Desire, Porn, Fantasy, Adult, Mature
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They are discovered by accident, these sources of light
replacing her darkness, whispering love
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Maybe just a scratch I think in the morning
as, clutching coffee and bags, we run
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Each line has meter and rhythm that sings
With perfect harmony of musical words.
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Childhood memories transport me back
To bask in the smile she once held
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It’s time and past time, so I go home.
I get off the plane and hug my uncle, hand
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butterfly will dream
of flowers light in its sleep
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Wait is this the story?
That I took a this place?
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Moonlight from in the night sky,
Right now is the only sun.
I can have my evil fun.
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How can I express the feeling I have in my heart, while knowing
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Of the worst places of London Fleet Street is the lowest low.
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You say you’ve learned to live alone, you tell me this and I think,
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The house is always cold in the evening time,
and all that moves are the billowing curtains.
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sitting in the muting dark her screams silent
by glitterydoom
44 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 3 6:23 AM. In Life, Weird, Sad, Personal, Pain, Dark, Self, Suicide, Depressed, Emo, Sestina
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I would rather love than die;
I would rather fly than fall.
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Alluring beauty. The pink of the twelve
Lillies retreats, the world nothing compared to the Siren.
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On a little beach in Norway
A woman strolls along the shore
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Wilhelmine, wife of Dr. Ignatius Troxler
sat at her vanity, arranging her hair.
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All over America the blame lies with greed.
The crashing end of permanence comes with bailout action.
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Wilhelmine, a lady who was very pretty
Sat on the balcony looking out at the sunset.
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A brave young preacher said, “I have a dream.”
In Lincoln's shadow, newborn came a change
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I want to join the precious stones, the billion points of light
All stretched across the velvet net of night
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My task is set
I shall not run.
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I suppose I’d attained my full height by the time I met him
but still I had to look up to meet his eyes.
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Thursday. Cold under his purple drape, Jesus rests.
I kneel in the stark gloom. His body is broken and I eat.
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