Filthy

I remember-Couldn't make her cry
I remember as my pants were slid down I remember your tongue glided over and my sensation was found I remember trying to stay away, you had a steady woman, and I would never treat another woman that way
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Poets
Prehistoric Sex-Ed
Could a Tyrannosaurus truly have sex, with such little arms and broad chest? Could it comfortably mount its steed long enough to spread its seed?
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
FLOWER MOON
I have a thing for a full moon and a strong back I can leave marks on
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Poets
In the aftermath
In the aftermath Grimacing through the glimpses of her past self, She passed by her pictures on the old shelf Laughing through her eyes that endowed merriment,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Ear After Ear
I asked for her pussy, she offered me her ear It was the left one at first; I aimed for the right I did my best to quiet down my bulging spear
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ancient Disoderliness
In the realm where stars doth dance and sway, Where darkness reigns and light doth stray, There lies a tale of angels once bright,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Light Fell in Love with The Darkness
She craved what was wrong for her The man who lingered in the shadows Stood in silence and when he did speak, you could feel the power in his voice
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
The Shadows of Antiquity: A Poetic Journey Through the History of Cultism. Content Warning.
In the dusk of human thought, where shadows dance and weave, Lies the tale of cults, in whispers they conceive. From ancient temples to the modern city's glow,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets