Filthy

Intimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Explosive Heart
I want at times for my fiery soul to burn luminously under the hue of the blue lights in the red rooms late evening. I want for the delicate, guiding hands of a gentle and hardened female to take my mind to the moon as I explode in a furious, passionate moment of lust brought on by existential humility and wonder.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Poets
An Astronomical Performance . Content Warning.
A woman, half-naked and wet. Breasts bouncing as she twerks her ass. Crowd cheers as she takes off her clothes. Dollar bills flying through the air.
By Nimbus2 years ago in Poets
Material Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Flames of Passion
In the realm of opulence, where wealth abounds, Tabia and Eric, in passion, are tightly wound. Secret whispers, sultry and sweet,
By Martina Marriott2 years ago in Poets
Worthy?
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Searching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets