Submissions by deshonex
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love erotic poetry and doing collaborations where one takes their entire fantasy and release. Just email me if you're interested.
At the end of the tunnel
They say there's light at the end of this tunnel,
but they didn't tell us about the lightning and thunder,
Confused and shaken until the foundation I once knew crumbles.
I am humble yet frozen in a state where I can't do a thing but await my fate and embrace this slumber.
Where are you my Angel where have you gone,
I have traveled so long, I have so long endured.
My mind is plagued with a maze that has my faith torn,
isn't this where I suppose to be where I would be cured.
There you are, I've found you at last,
take my hand guide me fair maiden...
but they didn't tell us about the lightning and thunder,
Confused and shaken until the foundation I once knew crumbles.
I am humble yet frozen in a state where I can't do a thing but await my fate and embrace this slumber.
Where are you my Angel where have you gone,
I have traveled so long, I have so long endured.
My mind is plagued with a maze that has my faith torn,
isn't this where I suppose to be where I would be cured.
There you are, I've found you at last,
take my hand guide me fair maiden...
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When the Phoenix Rises
When the Phoenix Rises
When sorrow stings and thrash wrongs your way.
Be sure where your heart I'm going to with no delay.
Own up.
Thrown down.
Feels like you've flown all over town you're not alone.
I'm just a mirror reflecting passion thats here to stay.
Am I your Simba that your hearts says he Knows
Sorrow requires that our warmth don't transpire.
Our sensual kiss Burn away His cold frozen grip, as our temperature rises
Simba only desires to hear you to pur.
Why ask such futile questions your heart belong's to him
he severs...
When sorrow stings and thrash wrongs your way.
Be sure where your heart I'm going to with no delay.
Own up.
Thrown down.
Feels like you've flown all over town you're not alone.
I'm just a mirror reflecting passion thats here to stay.
Am I your Simba that your hearts says he Knows
Sorrow requires that our warmth don't transpire.
Our sensual kiss Burn away His cold frozen grip, as our temperature rises
Simba only desires to hear you to pur.
Why ask such futile questions your heart belong's to him
he severs...
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An Angel Story
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