Submissions by dimpy (dimpsmoon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to play with words, draw and paint. i like to create quotes especially for love and erotic..travelling, listening music and exercise for refreshing day! after all i m a positive personality.
sheer kurma lover
your presence
in my chamber
will like a soft rain
in my dry moments..
please do come
to my room...
i will fill up the room
with rose geranium...
will kneel for you
by the door
and raise the wine glass...
I'll paint your lips
with my metaphorical tongue,
i will give a rush
to your soul
by biting your earlobe...
n yeah my bitten instructions
and language of love
will make your heart beat faster...
baby, i will disrobe you gently
n will trace your manhood
with...
in my chamber
will like a soft rain
in my dry moments..
please do come
to my room...
i will fill up the room
with rose geranium...
will kneel for you
by the door
and raise the wine glass...
I'll paint your lips
with my metaphorical tongue,
i will give a rush
to your soul
by biting your earlobe...
n yeah my bitten instructions
and language of love
will make your heart beat faster...
baby, i will disrobe you gently
n will trace your manhood
with...
#emotions
#hope
#love
#seductive
#temptation
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full access in reverse gear
after attacking my pussy
at last he raised my ass high
and ejaculated,
nnn i saw that
his sweat and semen
mixed together
n sliding down
my cunt to cleavage...
at last he raised my ass high
and ejaculated,
nnn i saw that
his sweat and semen
mixed together
n sliding down
my cunt to cleavage...
#dating
#relationships
#romantic #sex
#romantic #sex
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dust
dust used
to be crushed
under feet,
dust often used
to be wrapped
around the feet
of children,
now
after dense fog,
when the wind's
strength has increased,
that dust has gone
up to the sky
to establish its world,
as if the dust is
honoring its own self...
to be crushed
under feet,
dust often used
to be wrapped
around the feet
of children,
now
after dense fog,
when the wind's
strength has increased,
that dust has gone
up to the sky
to establish its world,
as if the dust is
honoring its own self...
#nature
#philosophical
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in the pond of imagination
if there will no imagination
then the gardens
of aromatic poetry
will become desolate...
if desires will vanishes,
life will end...
if there will no immense love
then memories
will not be written on stones...
if the roses' sensitivity
will not scratched
by thorns then
the testimony of love
will remain incomplete....
if there will no pain
in the story then
the glossy tears
will have to suffer imprisonment...
if there will no heavy rain,
the dew drops ...
then the gardens
of aromatic poetry
will become desolate...
if desires will vanishes,
life will end...
if there will no immense love
then memories
will not be written on stones...
if the roses' sensitivity
will not scratched
by thorns then
the testimony of love
will remain incomplete....
if there will no pain
in the story then
the glossy tears
will have to suffer imprisonment...
if there will no heavy rain,
the dew drops ...
#inspirational
#metaphor
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those people
those people,
whose blood is red
but their sky is black...
those people,
whose dreams are colorful
but their vision is pitch black...
those people,
whose journey came to a halt
as soon as it began...
those people,
who feel the golden morning
and saffrony evening in the darkness only...
those people,
whose life is laden with black
and whose shadow is also adorned with black...
those people,
who do not feel any difference
between...
whose blood is red
but their sky is black...
those people,
whose dreams are colorful
but their vision is pitch black...
those people,
whose journey came to a halt
as soon as it began...
those people,
who feel the golden morning
and saffrony evening in the darkness only...
those people,
whose life is laden with black
and whose shadow is also adorned with black...
those people,
who do not feel any difference
between...
#anxiety
#disability
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nowadays
a train lost
in the crowd
of a busy metropolis...
in the crowd
of a busy metropolis...
#apathy
#dark
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their heaven...only under her pleated skirt
the very first time
when i went to our
ancestral farm with a relative,
N i saw an old n ruined
but beautiful farm house
it had broken doors,
wrapped in layers of old memories...
a desolate courtyard
and an old walnut tree
standing in it,
beneath which
a flock of squirrels were playing ...
i started imagining
if i had ever come here?
in my childhood,,,
n meanwhile the chirping
of birds started making
noise in my ears...
but it was very soothing..
the wind was blowing
at its speed,...
when i went to our
ancestral farm with a relative,
N i saw an old n ruined
but beautiful farm house
it had broken doors,
wrapped in layers of old memories...
a desolate courtyard
and an old walnut tree
standing in it,
beneath which
a flock of squirrels were playing ...
i started imagining
if i had ever come here?
in my childhood,,,
n meanwhile the chirping
of birds started making
noise in my ears...
but it was very soothing..
the wind was blowing
at its speed,...
#memories
#relationships
#romantic
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in the day's last light
patches of music
were flowing in the air,
sweaty bodies
were singing with flare,
the magic of
hungry shadows works,
the dark cleft fills up
with an army of stars,
lava gushes out
and the quiet colours
wrapped in a sheet
turns cheerful with no doubt...
were flowing in the air,
sweaty bodies
were singing with flare,
the magic of
hungry shadows works,
the dark cleft fills up
with an army of stars,
lava gushes out
and the quiet colours
wrapped in a sheet
turns cheerful with no doubt...
#love
#sensual
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when i welcomed him deeper, in a wooden area...near lake
i felt fire
in my veins
i groaned
into his mouth
i moaned
into his ears
n i began panting...
when he clenched
my petals with his dick,
when i felt
the wonderful lubricant
with delicious pain...
in my veins
i groaned
into his mouth
i moaned
into his ears
n i began panting...
when he clenched
my petals with his dick,
when i felt
the wonderful lubricant
with delicious pain...
#erotic
#love
#sex
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a watchman
when
a daughter
asked to his father
who was
guarding the buildings,,,
""papa...don't you get sleep?
n he answered,
I don't sleep
because
dreams remain awake
in your smiling eyes..."
a daughter
asked to his father
who was
guarding the buildings,,,
""papa...don't you get sleep?
n he answered,
I don't sleep
because
dreams remain awake
in your smiling eyes..."
#dark
#sacrifice
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and every day a star is born from the ocean
the moonlight
loves the sea immensely,
even though the night is awake,
it bathes the sea
with its love every day...
n iIf the virgin wind
ever touches
the waves of the sea,
the moonlight turns red
with anger...
loves the sea immensely,
even though the night is awake,
it bathes the sea
with its love every day...
n iIf the virgin wind
ever touches
the waves of the sea,
the moonlight turns red
with anger...
#emotions
#love
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U turn
i covered
a long distance
holding his hand,
then
something happened
n he changed the path
and even
the paths refused
to recognize me,,,
then I realized
that every desire
doesn't give peace...
a long distance
holding his hand,
then
something happened
n he changed the path
and even
the paths refused
to recognize me,,,
then I realized
that every desire
doesn't give peace...
#strength
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