Mr_bogey
Morally Casual
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Wolfie is going to be upset.
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Wolfie is going to be upset.
I tried to use a gif they haven't used yet.Wolfie is going to be upset.![]()
That's pure filth.On a night of the full moon
Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.
The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.
Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.
Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.
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The curve of your body fits my waiting hand - these words evoke so much.On a night of the full moon
Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.
The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.
Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.
Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.
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10/10. Would spank.On a night of the full moon
Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.
The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.
Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.
Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.
Yes, I certainly caught my breath~
Lovely poem. Yours?On a night of the full moon
Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.
The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.
Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.
Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.
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See this?
That poem is beautiful, and I love it. Carol Anne Duffy, if anyone is looking.
I simply love this.
Amazingly beautifulPRESSED FLOWERS
To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daisies hidden by pages read.
-Michael Faudet
So lovely.PRESSED FLOWERS
To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daisies hidden by pages read.
-Michael Faudet
Thank you, hon.Amazingly beautiful
And thank you kindly, sweetie.So lovely.![]()
I love black and white images. It makes you focus more on the subject. Gorgeous.PRESSED FLOWERS
To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daisies hidden by pages read.
-Michael Faudet
This is so incredibly awesome. I love the grimmy flash in the pictureThis piece of inspirational literature was originally my 666th post in Rosie's Thread
As some (one) of you may know, outside of LIT I'm a published horror writer, so for my first landmark post number I present a dark piece of FLASH fiction totally contrary to Rosie's uplifting positive theme.
(Post)666: The Beast.
You all know that it lurks in the darkness of our rooms late at night. You all know that it lurks in the darkness of our minds, too. Some will choose to let it into their souls, knowing they can never look back. But Dorothy would still be in Oz if she didn't look behind the curtain...
The Beast visited me last night. I could feel its presence all day; growing and growing. Trying to tempt me into releasing it, until I could resist it no longer and it had escaped into the world. Fortunately I managed to capture it and hide it back away in the dark.
Now I'll give you the option; you see I caught it on camera - a flash in the dark that lasted a thousandth of a second captured the beast waiting. So it's up to you - kind of a red pill/blue pill. You can choose to pussy out and keep your soul and eyes intact, or you can choose to see what can never be unseen, and it may keep you awake at night like it does to me. You have been warned - The Beast That Haunts Me
Ok. This one is amazing too. You should change your name to perfect flirt
It's amazing how artistic you guys all are. We are so lucky to be herePRESSED FLOWERS
To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daisies hidden by pages read.
-Michael Faudet
Stunning, and there's a sweetness in your smile that's lovely to see.My last act as temporary queen of this thread is a little something for the favoritest.
I took this picture exactly a year to the day you sent me a few lines that made me laugh, smile, and feel like you're my best friend. You've been the bo to my ba.
And I swear if you don't understand my reference, I will throw Stonehenge on you.
https://ibb.co/c3Z7MHn