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Random First Lines:The fascinating story based on the true events of the first Indian to win the famous Victoria Cross medal, the highest award for bravery in the... » Read
Taking the next step in a relationship for the first time. Romantic and emotional.
lazy idle day
with unseasonable mild weather I wonder what Winter holds in store.Like a perfidious lover she is unwieldy ,
Nut she keeps you guessing
thief , sundered embrace
The love of a mom is eternal, her feeling and emotions to her children are endless.
Miscellaneous | Updated Oct 5, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Lindsey Renea
After a terrible fight, James goes to Anna's apartment as he is wanting to try to fix things between them. It is what he finds that ends up affecting him so deeply and how he handles the situation so tenderly.
"An old warrior seeks to atone for the sins of his youth, a young slave seeks a free and meaningful life, and a young girl seeks love and protection in a harsh, cruel world â€¦"
love hate good evil kindness cruelty pride humility peace war sex romance pregnancy abortion childbirth...
A simple haiku I just made :) About the intimacy and affection between two bodies.
Poetry | Updated Feb 3, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Love it how you drive me insane. Teasing every part of his body with my wet lips lingering last bit of him,
Whispering words of intense desire,
Feeling our passion turn into fire digging my nail into his back biting down on his neck,
Making tender love to him all night long.
As our bodies move...
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2013 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
We all need bridges to cross at some time or other.
Do you often question your morals concerning sex workers and how you treat people just because of the job they have?
Poetry | Updated Dec 28, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Wanton Heart
read and breathe
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A few thoughts that crossed my mind and made their way to my computer
By Mistress Of Word Play
A poem of love for my beloved husband Gary.
Nana is a name, so I'm not referring to a Nan in this poem before the confusion starts. Nana although not a name I would choose is the name that comes with the inspiration of this poem. Nana means many different things in different languages.
Something for the woman that I love.
Poetry | Updated Nov 15, 2009 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0