When she cocked her hips to one side, her hands delicately curling her hair while seductively looking at him straight in the eyes, biting her lower lip... There and then he became a victim of his erection.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Solace and solitude are not the same If the voices inside are too vicious to tame. Lies that we tell ourselves lurk in the mind.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
In the calm of night, when the world lies still, Dreams stir, with a voice to excite. Delicate murmurs of trust, they tenderly talk,
By Sumaira Kanwalabout a year ago in Poets
In her eyes, a light so warm, A shelter from the fiercest storm, Her friendship, like a steady hand, Always there to help you stand.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvarajabout a year ago in Poets
Something I can’t fix A hint I may have somehow missed That alone sends me into the abyss How asanine am I? How embarrassing it is to ask
By Dakota Love Danglerabout a year ago in Poets
Precious Gift In the stillness of a moment, A gift is born, more precious than gold. Not wrapped in paper or tied with bows,
By Timeline Tellerabout a year ago in Poets
Here I sit, In a room filled with the echoes of the day, Where the world's noise fades, And all that's left is this moment,
By RKabout a year ago in Poets
Sleep will not come tonight. I put up quite a fight. Lips of my spouse touch mine. Each kiss tastes so fine. Next to me he is in bed.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
In a quiet room, where shadows play, A candle flickered, soft and warm, Her golden flame a steady glow, A beacon through the darkest storm.
By Arbab Haiderabout a year ago in Poets
Today I walked past the graffiti wall You know the one that’s by the train and all Do you remember that probably undiagnosed ADHD bartender that made us laugh a ton?
By Susannah Peareth-Kinstonabout a year ago in Poets
In the house of shadows where the air hung thick, With the scent of decay, of dreams turned to ash, I dwelled in the corners where light dared not tread,
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Poets
Friendship exists on a spectrum We lean in, we lean out, we weaken, we strengthen Sometimes it’s a reason A season Or a lifetime
