Submissions by Jasmine05 (Firebird)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Fantasy. Is my secret addiction its my poetic high. When i desire something/someone or when i want to escape forget my surroundings, my age, who i am. Poetry is my escape goat..
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2013 5:45am
3rd Jul 2013 5:45am
You
You make me want to be good
instead of bad
sweet
instead of sour
your smile makes me fly
without wings
and your laugh
your laugh makes me loose focus
because then all I can see is your lips move
imagining they were against mine
knowing there not
and never will be
*Hate when I cant finish a poem and make it powerful trying to get out my thoughts eh*
instead of bad
sweet
instead of sour
your smile makes me fly
without wings
and your laugh
your laugh makes me loose focus
because then all I can see is your lips move
imagining they were against mine
knowing there not
and never will be
*Hate when I cant finish a poem and make it powerful trying to get out my thoughts eh*
770 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2013 3:51am
2nd Jul 2013 3:51am
They Call me Princess (part 7)
Happy?
The days go by quicker and the nights, the mornings go slow. Where Princess lays in Sophia's arms cradled in warmth. Life for once has become bearable for the both of them. It no longer consist of greedy men and there petty desires its no longer a contract that binds them, but there own wants there own desires.
At night as they lay in the comfort of each others arms they plan and plot ways to start a new beginning. There dreams drive them and there hope encourages them to go on. And by daylight well they make love greedily as if they could never get enough of each...
The days go by quicker and the nights, the mornings go slow. Where Princess lays in Sophia's arms cradled in warmth. Life for once has become bearable for the both of them. It no longer consist of greedy men and there petty desires its no longer a contract that binds them, but there own wants there own desires.
At night as they lay in the comfort of each others arms they plan and plot ways to start a new beginning. There dreams drive them and there hope encourages them to go on. And by daylight well they make love greedily as if they could never get enough of each...
784 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Jun 2013 4:16am
27th Jun 2013 4:16am
They Call me Princess (part 6)
Its been two weeks since that day that night...Her body has been used contentiously for the pleasure of one women and one man. Its tearing her apart shes falling in love yet shes trapped in webs of deception. When princess entertains her gentlemen shes stuck in a trance she makes love to Sophia trying to show her that her body is more than just a body to her but her pleads fall on deaf ears and shes left to run to hide from the truth .....
Into The Garden of Eden
Princess has her hands deep in soil loving the feel of the dirt beneath her nails the vibrant smell of the...
Into The Garden of Eden
Princess has her hands deep in soil loving the feel of the dirt beneath her nails the vibrant smell of the...
835 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2013 6:30am
22nd Jun 2013 6:30am
They Call me Princess (part 4 and 5 )
The Contract
Holding her head high, dressed for a night of friendly chatter
and seduction. Princess makes her way down the dim hallway into the main parlor. Mistress is waiting on the sofa next to a very excited Mr. Winsten. Looking around princess grows tired Sofia has yet to be seen and shes still shaken from the cold look mistress gave her only hours ago. Looking up mistress signals princess to come and sit next to hergentlemen. Walking slowly toward regret she sways her hips and watches him grin but when he licks his lips its almost to much to bare taking a deep breath she...
Holding her head high, dressed for a night of friendly chatter
and seduction. Princess makes her way down the dim hallway into the main parlor. Mistress is waiting on the sofa next to a very excited Mr. Winsten. Looking around princess grows tired Sofia has yet to be seen and shes still shaken from the cold look mistress gave her only hours ago. Looking up mistress signals princess to come and sit next to hergentlemen. Walking slowly toward regret she sways her hips and watches him grin but when he licks his lips its almost to much to bare taking a deep breath she...
944 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 7:01am
21st Jun 2013 7:01am
They Call Me Princess (part 4)
Princess lays on her fluffy bed overwhelmed with emotions she never knew she had. Whispering nonsense to herself as images of last night dance around in her head.
*The kissing
*The touching
*pleading for more
*wanting more
*finally taking over
*Then remembering it was all an act...
That's the worst part princess thinks as she coats her toe nails with thick red polish. "It was all another act".
Brushing aside the pain the reminder of the life she was born into, she finishes her nails and perches atop the window sill waiting for them to dry with...
*The kissing
*The touching
*pleading for more
*wanting more
*finally taking over
*Then remembering it was all an act...
That's the worst part princess thinks as she coats her toe nails with thick red polish. "It was all another act".
Brushing aside the pain the reminder of the life she was born into, she finishes her nails and perches atop the window sill waiting for them to dry with...
880 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jun 2013 3:28am
21st Jun 2013 3:28am
Another Night
I want another night where
The uncontrollable laughter brings me to tears
and the buzzing in my ears reminds me I can still feel pain
I want another night where
everything's a blur
All I hear is the music in the background
All I feel is hands
I want another night where
my body gets so over heated
I have no choice but to
strip
raw
down to my skin
naked
I want another night where
I feel the grass beneath my thighs
and the chill of the night against my skin
I want, I need another night
of...
The uncontrollable laughter brings me to tears
and the buzzing in my ears reminds me I can still feel pain
I want another night where
everything's a blur
All I hear is the music in the background
All I feel is hands
I want another night where
my body gets so over heated
I have no choice but to
strip
raw
down to my skin
naked
I want another night where
I feel the grass beneath my thighs
and the chill of the night against my skin
I want, I need another night
of...
814 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 5:22am
19th Jun 2013 5:22am
They Call Me Princess (part 3)
1078 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 8:58pm
14th Jun 2013 8:58pm
They Call Me Princess (Part 2)
The Morning After
Princess awakens to the sound of heavy footsteps and muffled laughter. Ignoring the noise that surrounds her she stretches to get out the kinks in her shoulders,legs, and lower back. So young yet so old. Hearing her bones creak and her muscles relax she lets out a heavy sigh. Standing she walks to her mirror that hangs upon her closet door, staring entranced at her naked reflection. Staring at her pale and slightly tired reflection she bites back tears that threaten to surface and mutters "I should have wished to be ugly." Looking around the room she finds...
Princess awakens to the sound of heavy footsteps and muffled laughter. Ignoring the noise that surrounds her she stretches to get out the kinks in her shoulders,legs, and lower back. So young yet so old. Hearing her bones creak and her muscles relax she lets out a heavy sigh. Standing she walks to her mirror that hangs upon her closet door, staring entranced at her naked reflection. Staring at her pale and slightly tired reflection she bites back tears that threaten to surface and mutters "I should have wished to be ugly." Looking around the room she finds...
879 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 5:53am
12th Jun 2013 5:53am
They Call Me Princess (part 1)
1063 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 2:47am
2nd Jun 2013 2:47am
What the Mind Yearns
listening to the steady beat of her heart
trying not to fall asleep
I focus on her quiet humming
the feel of her fingers in my hair
gently pulling, stroking
long tan legs wrap around me
trapping me in there golden warmth
flesh against flesh
nuzzling against her neck
I breath in her essence
run my tongue against the invisible
seams that hold her soul together
beautiful, simply beautiful
was all I could think
this heat
this love we generate
was almost to much to bare
but I wasn't ready to let her go
even...
trying not to fall asleep
I focus on her quiet humming
the feel of her fingers in my hair
gently pulling, stroking
long tan legs wrap around me
trapping me in there golden warmth
flesh against flesh
nuzzling against her neck
I breath in her essence
run my tongue against the invisible
seams that hold her soul together
beautiful, simply beautiful
was all I could think
this heat
this love we generate
was almost to much to bare
but I wasn't ready to let her go
even...
583 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th May 2013 3:43am
29th May 2013 3:43am
Melt
Your husky voice is in my ear
and your hands guide mine
down
in
and around
every curve
dip and crevice of my
burning body
I sigh
moan
you grunt
bite down
my neck turns
and my thighs shake
from the intense pressure
of your hands
turning to liquid in your
steady rhythm
I melt and drip against
your imperfect skin
your mouth
your body
exhausted
from so little
I smile because
I know there's more
to come
and your hands guide mine
down
in
and around
every curve
dip and crevice of my
burning body
I sigh
moan
you grunt
bite down
my neck turns
and my thighs shake
from the intense pressure
of your hands
turning to liquid in your
steady rhythm
I melt and drip against
your imperfect skin
your mouth
your body
exhausted
from so little
I smile because
I know there's more
to come
769 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th May 2013 3:14am
26th May 2013 3:14am
Save Me
I used to think the world was a friendly place
until the pavement reached up and hit me in the face
knocking me down
holding me against the cold, hard, ground
people walked around me
over me
even stumbled upon me
but never did they once
stop
look
reach down
to help me
I pulled and I pushed
only to find myself
rooted in
shame
hate
and the reality of my own mistakes
nothing to look at from here
so I close my eyes
and picture the day
I can brake free
from the torture that wrapped itself...
until the pavement reached up and hit me in the face
knocking me down
holding me against the cold, hard, ground
people walked around me
over me
even stumbled upon me
but never did they once
stop
look
reach down
to help me
I pulled and I pushed
only to find myself
rooted in
shame
hate
and the reality of my own mistakes
nothing to look at from here
so I close my eyes
and picture the day
I can brake free
from the torture that wrapped itself...
562 reads
4 Comments
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