Feeling sorry for yourself?

[Guest]

 

[juicylips]

That's so SAD!!!

I want to stay in the Cmas cheer!!

*MUAH* foxy

 

[Guest]

 

[juicylips]

Wow.

That rocked.

Bah humbug

 

[Summery]

Hiya Foxy one!

Sadly, I don't need a generator. I can come up with that stuff on my own. Though, my holiday spirit is kind of coming back to me, one little piece at a time. A lot of spiced Rum is a contributing factor. ;-)

 

[Guest]

 

[perks]

Losing Faith


Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always in prayer, always supplicating,
frozen here,
waiting.

Robed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my exposed soul.

A reflection on a mirror's face.

I raise my head, now kneeling before
this oblivious reality.

 

[Prince Romeo]

My happy poem. My happy place.

Fox my dear,
you've lost your sox!
Is that why your cheer's
at the bottom of the box?

 

[Guest]

 

[Prince Romeo]

and I ain't apologizin for buttin in on your misery!

 

[Silverluna]

to be as she


It is a night of blood, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their pain. The beautiful one
rises.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
a brooding agony.

Her silken hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full red lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of sharing,
I thirst.

 

[Guest]

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Hmmm...

Untitled

It is a night of subtlety, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
rises.

Darkness shrouds her stalking form,
an impatient wanting.

Her raven hair cascades over
white shoulders, and her
full red lips part slightly, to taste the
vitae streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of sharing,
I rise.

 

[Guest]

Nice one, Silverluna!

 

[Guest]

Re: Hmmm...

 

[Prince Romeo]

He he he,
It's the simplest of things
that are amsuing to me.


Keep it simple.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Re: Re: Hmmm...

*pounces*

Giz a kiss, you big ball of yumminess

Did you just grab my ass?



for Foxy-loxy, and a little ass-grab back at ya, too.

 

[Guest]

 

[Guest]

It's a nice ass, and I took liberties.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

O I love them hubba-bubbas, Foxy.

 

[JazzManJim]

Oooh look! I wrote a Morrisey song!!

"Untitled"

Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always hopeful, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my naked skin.

A reflection on a lover's face.

I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring mortality.