Submissions by Photosynthesis (Tlazolteotl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2023 10:45pm
27th Mar 2023 10:45pm
Masterpiece of Flesh and Bone
Strong and firm, he stands before me,
A masterpiece of flesh and bone,
Every muscle, every sinew,
Taut and toned, a work of art alone.
His chest rises with each breath,
Inviting me to linger near,
I'm entranced by every curve,
By every line and contour clear.
His skin, smooth and warm to touch,
An invitation to explore,
I want to taste his every inch,
And leave him begging for more.
His hands, so strong and capable,
Longing to explore my curves,
I'm lost in his embrace,
As he sets my body to serve. ...
A masterpiece of flesh and bone,
Every muscle, every sinew,
Taut and toned, a work of art alone.
His chest rises with each breath,
Inviting me to linger near,
I'm entranced by every curve,
By every line and contour clear.
His skin, smooth and warm to touch,
An invitation to explore,
I want to taste his every inch,
And leave him begging for more.
His hands, so strong and capable,
Longing to explore my curves,
I'm lost in his embrace,
As he sets my body to serve. ...
#lust
#men
#erotic
#identity
#sensual
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Mar 2023 9:49pm
27th Mar 2023 9:49pm
Intoxicating Touch
Softly, gently, the night begins to fall,
Arousing my senses, whispering its call.
The fragrance of jasmine fills the air,
As my fingers trace your skin so fair.
Your body responds to my every touch,
As I explore it eagerly, with a gentle clutch.
Passionate whispers, moans of delight,
As we lose ourselves in the heat of the night.
Lips locked, tongues entwined,
As we succumb to desire, body and mind.
Our bodies move as one, a rhythm divine,
In this moment, nothing else is on our mind.
The night...
Arousing my senses, whispering its call.
The fragrance of jasmine fills the air,
As my fingers trace your skin so fair.
Your body responds to my every touch,
As I explore it eagerly, with a gentle clutch.
Passionate whispers, moans of delight,
As we lose ourselves in the heat of the night.
Lips locked, tongues entwined,
As we succumb to desire, body and mind.
Our bodies move as one, a rhythm divine,
In this moment, nothing else is on our mind.
The night...
#sex
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
#seductive
347 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2017 4:32pm
7th Jan 2017 4:32pm
My Suicide
my suicide
i want to die
by my looks you want to be me
but you dont know i have nights full of endless
bad dreams so i grab the knife here goes my life
i get the gun this takes a lot of guts
mamas screaming sisters crying while im
in my bedroom dieing
now im sitting on my bed with blood running
down my hands im one inch away from being dead
i woke up from this dream and started to cry
that was my suicide
i want to die
by my looks you want to be me
but you dont know i have nights full of endless
bad dreams so i grab the knife here goes my life
i get the gun this takes a lot of guts
mamas screaming sisters crying while im
in my bedroom dieing
now im sitting on my bed with blood running
down my hands im one inch away from being dead
i woke up from this dream and started to cry
that was my suicide
832 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Dec 2016 6:35am
14th Dec 2016 6:35am
My velvet brush
My velvet brush dips deep and lingers there
in the warm inkwell of your endless desire
the ink of passion flows for me tonight
so I may show you how It feels my muse
to be so truly needed by an ardent lover
I hunger to write poems of love's power
upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
secret words that only you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry and I return to dip again
in ink made by god for the calligraphy of desire
in the warm inkwell of your endless desire
the ink of passion flows for me tonight
so I may show you how It feels my muse
to be so truly needed by an ardent lover
I hunger to write poems of love's power
upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
secret words that only you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry and I return to dip again
in ink made by god for the calligraphy of desire
1094 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2015 1:24pm
23rd Apr 2015 1:24pm
Missing Paw Paw
We lost our Paw Paw one November
Day,
He went to heaven before I got to say,
I love you and thank you for all you’ve
done,
You gave me my mother, a mom like
no-one
I hope that you can see from up there,
Because sometimes, I sit and stare
Up at the sky, and talk to you,
To hope and wish, that you are not
blue.
I saw you that morning, and you said to
me,
That you loved and were so very proud
of me.
I miss you so damn muck,
To talk to, laugh with, and such.
The girls are getting so very tall,
I will make sure that they...
Day,
He went to heaven before I got to say,
I love you and thank you for all you’ve
done,
You gave me my mother, a mom like
no-one
I hope that you can see from up there,
Because sometimes, I sit and stare
Up at the sky, and talk to you,
To hope and wish, that you are not
blue.
I saw you that morning, and you said to
me,
That you loved and were so very proud
of me.
I miss you so damn muck,
To talk to, laugh with, and such.
The girls are getting so very tall,
I will make sure that they...
1085 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Apr 2015 1:19pm
22nd Apr 2015 1:19pm
The Beauty Of Music
The beauty of Music.
Music is a short story.
When you drown out to music it's like
you never have to worry.
Music will always be there for you.
Music is there when you are happy,
sad, or angry.
Music can match your situation and
help you out.
Music takes the everyday-ness out of
the everyday.
It keeps your soul up and your spirits
alive.
Music gives you something to believe
in.
Music moves you to motivation to go
do something marvelous.
Life is music in itself.
The flapping of birds wings, the sound
of the...
Music is a short story.
When you drown out to music it's like
you never have to worry.
Music will always be there for you.
Music is there when you are happy,
sad, or angry.
Music can match your situation and
help you out.
Music takes the everyday-ness out of
the everyday.
It keeps your soul up and your spirits
alive.
Music gives you something to believe
in.
Music moves you to motivation to go
do something marvelous.
Life is music in itself.
The flapping of birds wings, the sound
of the...
1454 reads
6 Comments
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