Submissions by Penguinphile (Ab.C.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Apr 2024 9:29am
24th Apr 2024 9:29am
Please. Don't. Stop.
#erotic
#lust
#sensual
340 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
1st Apr 2024 5:58am
1st Apr 2024 5:58am
Diary of Suzzy
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty
#orgasm
315 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2024 1:21pm
1st Mar 2024 1:21pm
Momentary
In the process of
becoming
my destiny is not
to become.
On the paths I walk alone,
I only seek
to understand
the measure of things.
My odyssey
continues in search
to find new and rooted ways
of seeing things.
—Ab.C.
becoming
my destiny is not
to become.
On the paths I walk alone,
I only seek
to understand
the measure of things.
My odyssey
continues in search
to find new and rooted ways
of seeing things.
—Ab.C.
#SelfReflection
175 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2024 3:27pm
26th Feb 2024 3:27pm
Dreamers
We were born in pouring rain,
with thunder and storm,
Come fire, we said,
come flood,
We are ten thousand drops of water,
and the sound it sings
as it rises back to the clouds.
Let’s stand beside each other,
and lift our eyes to the sky.
—Ab.C.
with thunder and storm,
Come fire, we said,
come flood,
We are ten thousand drops of water,
and the sound it sings
as it rises back to the clouds.
Let’s stand beside each other,
and lift our eyes to the sky.
—Ab.C.
#courage
#inspirational
179 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2024 1:09pm
15th Feb 2024 1:09pm
Backdoor Humping
#erotic
#dirty
#sensual
340 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
6th Feb 2024 6:18pm
Samurai
#sex
#erotic
#dirty #passion
#dirty #passion
296 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2024 1:03pm
12th Jan 2024 1:03pm
Lost
I don't
fear death,
it comes for all.
I fear
not being
able to think anymore.
fear death,
it comes for all.
I fear
not being
able to think anymore.
#courage
227 reads
14 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2023 8:52am
22nd Aug 2023 8:52am
Do what you're told!
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty
567 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Aug 2023 7:14pm
14th Aug 2023 7:14pm
One Way
There are thousand ways
to get away in life,
thousand windows to escape,
but only one way to enter,
with the door of belief and faith.
to get away in life,
thousand windows to escape,
but only one way to enter,
with the door of belief and faith.
#philosophical
311 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Aug 2023 4:55pm
10th Aug 2023 4:55pm
Cherry Break
There was sweat on my brow,
beads of them as I approached her.
I was a young man, still green.
She was a mature woman
like the long blades grow free
in the lush of nature.
My hand in hers
she took me
into her warmth.
Nervous, shy,
you could hear the grass grow
in the quiet of my fear
in the silence of my lust.
I knew nothing.
As we rolled in the dew of sex
as I fumbled and groped.
I in some instinctive wisdom
entrusted myself fully to her.
She set our bodies in a fluid...
beads of them as I approached her.
I was a young man, still green.
She was a mature woman
like the long blades grow free
in the lush of nature.
My hand in hers
she took me
into her warmth.
Nervous, shy,
you could hear the grass grow
in the quiet of my fear
in the silence of my lust.
I knew nothing.
As we rolled in the dew of sex
as I fumbled and groped.
I in some instinctive wisdom
entrusted myself fully to her.
She set our bodies in a fluid...
#lust
#erotic
#passion
#orgasm
#seductive
350 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
3rd Aug 2023 11:00am
War Diary
It's the night 13 of the battle
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
another night of long bloodbath,
massacre of dreams, of peace.
In the light of the moon
the white noise has been waived,
wounded soldiers (eyes) waiting for Valkyries.
Songbirds blow their trumpets
oscillating and resonating my open bruise
leaving me shaken and aching.
The sun shines bright on my face
and, I guess it is again too late...
...to blow the candles out.
—Ab.C.
#grief
#death
#insomnia
199 reads
0 Comments
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