A mountain once stood
She felt lost to its breadth
Now it kneels, her conquest
About the Creator
Christin Alynn
Yikes the pressure, I’m new here! I am a singer/songwriter, but I label myself an epicurient, if I am awake I am writing. I figure lyrics, poems, songs, stories…grocery lists; it’s all the same. You’ll get a bit of everything I guess!
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Pillows of Hope
This morning as the sun began to peak above the horizon, you chose to reach for me. Your hand moved over my skin, from the small of waist and your fingers caressed their way to my heart. You pulled me close and my body was aroused by your touch, my hips slid into place, fitting perfectly against yours. I felt you hard against me and my whole body trembled in response to thought of you inside me. You whispered good morning, calling my lips to yours, as I turned my face to you, you pressed your lips to my cheek, then found my mouth and gently kissed me awake. As we kissed, I rolled my body to face you and wrapped myself in your arms, taking you in mine too, slowly pulling our bodies togethers as one. I was consumed with love for you and had to bury my head in your chest to catch my breath.
By Christin Alynn3 years ago in Humans
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 days ago in Petlife
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