Submissions by Drey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi, I'm Drey. I like to write.
You Are..
There you are.
Come, stand before me and let me look at you.
You simply...Are.
The reflection of my affection, the source of my...Haha..You simply..Are.
No need for an injection, nor a physical inspection.
Your magnificence is blinding, providing difficult detection.
Amazing what brilliance a smile brings, sweet Valkyrie take me into your wings,
for you simply...Are.
As I follow you down the darkened hall, my standing pursuit becomes a crawl, met at your feet, deduced to a sprawl. Barely able to stand, if at all.
Yes my...
Come, stand before me and let me look at you.
You simply...Are.
The reflection of my affection, the source of my...Haha..You simply..Are.
No need for an injection, nor a physical inspection.
Your magnificence is blinding, providing difficult detection.
Amazing what brilliance a smile brings, sweet Valkyrie take me into your wings,
for you simply...Are.
As I follow you down the darkened hall, my standing pursuit becomes a crawl, met at your feet, deduced to a sprawl. Barely able to stand, if at all.
Yes my...
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Love found and lost
Come to me my dear and I shall tell you things.
Things that are too beautiful to describe, like the sound of angel harp strings.
Strings that reverberate throughout the heavens, with the launching of wings.
Wings which carry it's tune great distances, and in your heart sings.
Sings the song of love inside one celestial earthly being.
Being interrupted by the sudden silence, the evidence of your heart fleeing.
Fleeing from ascension, your soul in detention, or it's the desire of another, that the two are in contention.
So come to...
Things that are too beautiful to describe, like the sound of angel harp strings.
Strings that reverberate throughout the heavens, with the launching of wings.
Wings which carry it's tune great distances, and in your heart sings.
Sings the song of love inside one celestial earthly being.
Being interrupted by the sudden silence, the evidence of your heart fleeing.
Fleeing from ascension, your soul in detention, or it's the desire of another, that the two are in contention.
So come to...
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A Very Sexual Encounter Pt1

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A Dark Passage
There's a place I like to hide, a doorway that I run through in the night..."
Geoff said it best, a refuge for lucid rest.
A place where thoughts grow and the conscience flow. Where shadows molest the heavy air, in search of corporeal substances never there. This place, our minds manipulate stars, our reach extends through physical bars.
We are the shapers of dark and light, and it's the echo of the abyss that beckons me this night. From Edgar to Sylvia, on to Lordhark_39, the magic preserves remnant that transcends time.
As my...
Geoff said it best, a refuge for lucid rest.
A place where thoughts grow and the conscience flow. Where shadows molest the heavy air, in search of corporeal substances never there. This place, our minds manipulate stars, our reach extends through physical bars.
We are the shapers of dark and light, and it's the echo of the abyss that beckons me this night. From Edgar to Sylvia, on to Lordhark_39, the magic preserves remnant that transcends time.
As my...
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