Submissions by Penguinphile (Ab.C.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Lazy Fingers

#erotic
#seductive
#sensual
57 reads
3 Comments
Oh Darlin
And as it was, is and will be—
clocks keep ticking,
hanging from the wall,
but time is a never-ending sea.
Although, I'm drowning in it,
I hope you'll swim through it.
Floating fills my time, baby—
but that's alright with me
In the midst, I think of you,
and how it used to be.
—Ab.C.
clocks keep ticking,
hanging from the wall,
but time is a never-ending sea.
Although, I'm drowning in it,
I hope you'll swim through it.
Floating fills my time, baby—
but that's alright with me
In the midst, I think of you,
and how it used to be.
—Ab.C.
#grief
55 reads
2 Comments
Knock...Knock

#dirty
#lust
344 reads
4 Comments
13 steps to Pussy Worshipping

#erotic
#orgasm
401 reads
10 Comments
Ripe Peach

#erotic
#sensual
299 reads
4 Comments
Discipline, Punishment and Funishment

#BDSM
#dirty
321 reads
3 Comments
Pleasure Dominance

#BDSM
#seductive
372 reads
4 Comments
Her Delight
White is her delight
Her eyes shone her light
As she lays in water's embrace,
Her veil now hide her gaze.
The trees stand and watch,
Bowing gently, and proud.
Feet kisses and creates ripples in the lake,
Alas! It seems for me it is too late.
As lake cradles her form in a gentle tide.
She moves, drifts and hide.
Her eyes seek a distant space,
I can no longer trace that maze.
—Ab.C.
Her eyes shone her light
As she lays in water's embrace,
Her veil now hide her gaze.
The trees stand and watch,
Bowing gently, and proud.
Feet kisses and creates ripples in the lake,
Alas! It seems for me it is too late.
As lake cradles her form in a gentle tide.
She moves, drifts and hide.
Her eyes seek a distant space,
I can no longer trace that maze.
—Ab.C.
#love
209 reads
4 Comments
My Present

#BDSM
#dirty
#sex
356 reads
1 Comment
Setting on Fire

#erotic
#lust
#seductive #sensual
#seductive #sensual
325 reads
0 Comments
Are we even friends?

#crush
#dirty
#lust
263 reads
4 Comments
A gymnast girl
In halls of light, where shadows play,
Her spirit takes flight, finding its way
Muscles flex, making a worshiping plea,
On balance beam, she's wild and free.
Her muscles like silk, her bends to gaze.
She bends and twists as in liquid maze.
Defying hold, a sensous show,
A silent poem, through her body flow.
Sweat may drip, and limbs may turn,
But in her eyes, a fierce fire will burn.
So, watch her flip and tumble in a rhythmic quest,
Because her beating heart will finds its best.
Her spirit takes flight, finding its way
Muscles flex, making a worshiping plea,
On balance beam, she's wild and free.
Her muscles like silk, her bends to gaze.
She bends and twists as in liquid maze.
Defying hold, a sensous show,
A silent poem, through her body flow.
Sweat may drip, and limbs may turn,
But in her eyes, a fierce fire will burn.
So, watch her flip and tumble in a rhythmic quest,
Because her beating heart will finds its best.
#feminism
228 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Penguinphile (Ab.C.)