Poems About First Love Published by Members Recently Online
#FirstLove
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
one dry rose (from long ago)
she opened
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
#FirstLove
#happiness
#husband
#relationships
#romantic
99 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
one dry rose (from long ago)
she opened
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
#FirstLove
#happiness
#husband
#relationships
#romantic
99 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
one dry rose (from long ago)
she opened
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
#FirstLove
#happiness
#husband
#relationships
#romantic
99 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
one dry rose (from long ago)
she opened
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
#FirstLove
#happiness
#husband
#relationships
#romantic
99 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
5th Dec 2024 9:29am
one dry rose (from long ago)
she opened
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
the book
that held
one of her
secrets,
silently
waiting
for many
years,
was one
single
dry rose,
one that
brought
back
memories
before her
husband,
and she
held that
delicate
rose,
remembering
and smiled.
#FirstLove
#happiness
#husband
#relationships
#romantic
99 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 3:43am
3rd Jul 2020 3:43am
My Rose
Mm… my silken rose petals, caressing the softness, of my supple skin
The pillow of his desires where, “Passion’ becomes ecstasies’ greatest sin
Replace in your mind …the whispers of his sultry wishes
Oo…my love, take my breath away, with your tender enchanting kisses
Mmm… pleasure felt… making my temple melt
In the abyss…. of my moisten nature
My soul I bare unto you, worshipping me with your gentle hands
Laying on my back, fingers snaking deep inside me ….as they wickedly dance
Closing my eyes, your thoughts, roaming seductively over me ...
The pillow of his desires where, “Passion’ becomes ecstasies’ greatest sin
Replace in your mind …the whispers of his sultry wishes
Oo…my love, take my breath away, with your tender enchanting kisses
Mmm… pleasure felt… making my temple melt
In the abyss…. of my moisten nature
My soul I bare unto you, worshipping me with your gentle hands
Laying on my back, fingers snaking deep inside me ….as they wickedly dance
Closing my eyes, your thoughts, roaming seductively over me ...
#lover
#FirstLove
1719 reads
19 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 3:43am
3rd Jul 2020 3:43am
My Rose
Mm… my silken rose petals, caressing the softness, of my supple skin
The pillow of his desires where, “Passion’ becomes ecstasies’ greatest sin
Replace in your mind …the whispers of his sultry wishes
Oo…my love, take my breath away, with your tender enchanting kisses
Mmm… pleasure felt… making my temple melt
In the abyss…. of my moisten nature
My soul I bare unto you, worshipping me with your gentle hands
Laying on my back, fingers snaking deep inside me ….as they wickedly dance
Closing my eyes, your thoughts, roaming seductively over me ...
The pillow of his desires where, “Passion’ becomes ecstasies’ greatest sin
Replace in your mind …the whispers of his sultry wishes
Oo…my love, take my breath away, with your tender enchanting kisses
Mmm… pleasure felt… making my temple melt
In the abyss…. of my moisten nature
My soul I bare unto you, worshipping me with your gentle hands
Laying on my back, fingers snaking deep inside me ….as they wickedly dance
Closing my eyes, your thoughts, roaming seductively over me ...
#lover
#FirstLove
1719 reads
19 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
196 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
196 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
6th Oct 2024 3:08am
The Spider and her lover the Fly
Spider
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
I have been sitting here for hours, spinning my silken threads, waiting for him to fly by.
He has promised me countless numbers of times that tonight will be the night that he will visit me. I made sure that the threads were glistening in their finest diamonds and my legs. Oh my legs are as sexy as can be. There are eight long and lean made for flexibility. To entice and invite him into my web, you see.
Fly
How do I get wrapped up with these crazy dames? I mean I flew past one time and she caught me. The romp with the twists and the turns....
#FirstLove
#obsession
#sacrifice
196 reads
14 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
4th Jun 2023 3:58am
4th Jun 2023 3:58am
Elements
Best be
with
the moon
Pale dance; soft swoon
Best be
with
the fire
Fall hard; oft mire
Best be
with
the wind
Play coy; rescind
Best be
with
the rain
Foist love; no gain
Best be
with
the air
Cruel hand; fresh tear
Best be
with
the sun
Spate chance, undone
Best be
with
the stars
Our scars in jars
Best be
with
the earth
Blank...
with
the moon
Pale dance; soft swoon
Best be
with
the fire
Fall hard; oft mire
Best be
with
the wind
Play coy; rescind
Best be
with
the rain
Foist love; no gain
Best be
with
the air
Cruel hand; fresh tear
Best be
with
the sun
Spate chance, undone
Best be
with
the stars
Our scars in jars
Best be
with
the earth
Blank...
#FirstLove
#breakup
#LifeCycle
267 reads
3 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
4th Jun 2023 3:58am
4th Jun 2023 3:58am
Elements
Best be
with
the moon
Pale dance; soft swoon
Best be
with
the fire
Fall hard; oft mire
Best be
with
the wind
Play coy; rescind
Best be
with
the rain
Foist love; no gain
Best be
with
the air
Cruel hand; fresh tear
Best be
with
the sun
Spate chance, undone
Best be
with
the stars
Our scars in jars
Best be
with
the earth
Blank...
with
the moon
Pale dance; soft swoon
Best be
with
the fire
Fall hard; oft mire
Best be
with
the wind
Play coy; rescind
Best be
with
the rain
Foist love; no gain
Best be
with
the air
Cruel hand; fresh tear
Best be
with
the sun
Spate chance, undone
Best be
with
the stars
Our scars in jars
Best be
with
the earth
Blank...
#FirstLove
#breakup
#LifeCycle
267 reads
3 Comments
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