Submissions by thep1nnacle
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Senses
Nary a lovelier sight,
my chocolate, your vanilla
Flushed face, furrowed brows
Painted neck and dancing chest
Nary a sweeter tune,
my strokes, your river
Sirenic crows, aural whispers
Even clapping and shuffling sheets
Not a finer caress,
my grasp, your graze
Silky strands, crimsoned embrace
Thermic sway and tingling shivers
And never a better pair,
your skin with mine
Café au lait.
my chocolate, your vanilla
Flushed face, furrowed brows
Painted neck and dancing chest
Nary a sweeter tune,
my strokes, your river
Sirenic crows, aural whispers
Even clapping and shuffling sheets
Not a finer caress,
my grasp, your graze
Silky strands, crimsoned embrace
Thermic sway and tingling shivers
And never a better pair,
your skin with mine
Café au lait.
#love
#sex
#erotic #lover
#erotic #lover
469 reads
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One Final Philosophy
Philosophy,” as we used to say
Have my final one for old times’ sake
and my weeping heart on display
I loved you when you were shoeless
loved you during those times of uncertainty
We kicked off our adventure
after you claimed my longing heart
but one of my most painful laments
Neglecting these innermost sentiments
My body poisoned by venom
and plagued by fear
fearful of giving my love
but your gaze and all your...
Have my final one for old times’ sake
and my weeping heart on display
I loved you when you were shoeless
loved you during those times of uncertainty
We kicked off our adventure
after you claimed my longing heart
but one of my most painful laments
Neglecting these innermost sentiments
My body poisoned by venom
and plagued by fear
fearful of giving my love
but your gaze and all your...
#sadness
#love
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#breakup
528 reads
0 Comments
Elle (Her)
791 reads
5 Comments
My Aspiration
We are hugging each other tightly in bed.
Thunder is clapping, crickets are chirping.
Under multitudes of blankets we are cozy.
Rain is plummeting, lighting is sparkling.
Rapture is prevalent. This is happiness.
Thunder is clapping, crickets are chirping.
Under multitudes of blankets we are cozy.
Rain is plummeting, lighting is sparkling.
Rapture is prevalent. This is happiness.
501 reads
1 Comment
Mon Beau Fruit (My Beautiful Fruit)
808 reads
8 Comments
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