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- Thread starter WickedEve
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Openings
Doors are they portals l
like eyes to the soul….
Came He to the closed one.
pushed slid yet it stayed
Unopened
embered and beaten.
Older than the stone. Charred
Pistoled and spent
keep those hidden wraiths
under the light
Then taken, rent
asunder
stone breaks
that portal stood.
Time stayed and then rolled back.
Doors are they portals l
like eyes to the soul….
Came He to the closed one.
pushed slid yet it stayed
Unopened
embered and beaten.
Older than the stone. Charred
Pistoled and spent
keep those hidden wraiths
under the light
Then taken, rent
asunder
stone breaks
that portal stood.
Time stayed and then rolled back.
silken_dreammaid
Literotica Guru
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Old stone under worn paint.
Covering the hidden shame
of convict labourings.
Chained craftsmanship
wrought permanence
from unyielding rock.
The ghostly whispers
that gather behind
the closed gate..
..remember.
Covering the hidden shame
of convict labourings.
Chained craftsmanship
wrought permanence
from unyielding rock.
The ghostly whispers
that gather behind
the closed gate..
..remember.
JUDO
Flasher
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- Posts
- 2,240
Eve's Recompence
Behind stoned door lies the ardor of Eve --
Wicked remembered for it's dire consequence.
Every young man whose life could achieve,
Regrets that one evening with cold recompence.
A horny night crazy took the voluptuous girl,
Flinging her panting from boy to boy.
A lashing and grinding set their minds a whirl,
As she wound them up like a children's toy.
Down in the basement she took two-by-two,
Then more and more they fell by her feet.
No one kept up with the fiery cue
That grew within her heart with white hot heat.
Morning came, and thoughts remained
Of thighs wide spread and kisses aflame,
But the boys white hearts were now fettered and chained,
And they'll never win at love after Eve's bedtime game.
Behind stoned door lies the ardor of Eve --
Wicked remembered for it's dire consequence.
Every young man whose life could achieve,
Regrets that one evening with cold recompence.
A horny night crazy took the voluptuous girl,
Flinging her panting from boy to boy.
A lashing and grinding set their minds a whirl,
As she wound them up like a children's toy.
Down in the basement she took two-by-two,
Then more and more they fell by her feet.
No one kept up with the fiery cue
That grew within her heart with white hot heat.
Morning came, and thoughts remained
Of thighs wide spread and kisses aflame,
But the boys white hearts were now fettered and chained,
And they'll never win at love after Eve's bedtime game.
CrowSingsOver
Experienced
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- Posts
- 98
Stepping briskly
mind somewhere else
hand on door handle
tug...tug...tug
(Pause for realization)
damn it
I locked the keys in the car.
mind somewhere else
hand on door handle
tug...tug...tug
(Pause for realization)
damn it
I locked the keys in the car.
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