Poems About Thrill Seeking Published by Members Recently Online
#ThrillSeeking
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
#love
#marriage
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
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1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
#love
#marriage
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
294 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
#love
#marriage
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
294 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
16th Aug 2022 11:51pm
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
she breathes life into his lazarus heart
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and me deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Rowena takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and we onlookers gaze in wonder on our...
#love
#marriage
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
294 reads
1 Comment
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 9:23pm
31st Dec 2024 9:23pm
Momentary Fantasy...Chutes & Ladders!
Note: Although this is a fantasy, all in my demented medicated mind, you must picture me playing on a
huge full human sized board. I'm a pretty pink piece wearing a school girl outfit. My opponents are Johnny,
a well endowed chocolate hunk, who decided to play NAKED and twelve inch tongue Tommy.
--------------------
Tommy rolls a 3. I roll a four. I climb the ladder one rung at a time to square 14. I conveniently forgot my panties. Peeping Tommy eyeballs my plump ass cheeks! My upper and lower cheeks get warm!
Johnny rolls a 7 so he's right under...
huge full human sized board. I'm a pretty pink piece wearing a school girl outfit. My opponents are Johnny,
a well endowed chocolate hunk, who decided to play NAKED and twelve inch tongue Tommy.
--------------------
Tommy rolls a 3. I roll a four. I climb the ladder one rung at a time to square 14. I conveniently forgot my panties. Peeping Tommy eyeballs my plump ass cheeks! My upper and lower cheeks get warm!
Johnny rolls a 7 so he's right under...
#orgasm
#sex
#ThrillSeeking
93 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 9:23pm
31st Dec 2024 9:23pm
Momentary Fantasy...Chutes & Ladders!
Note: Although this is a fantasy, all in my demented medicated mind, you must picture me playing on a
huge full human sized board. I'm a pretty pink piece wearing a school girl outfit. My opponents are Johnny,
a well endowed chocolate hunk, who decided to play NAKED and twelve inch tongue Tommy.
--------------------
Tommy rolls a 3. I roll a four. I climb the ladder one rung at a time to square 14. I conveniently forgot my panties. Peeping Tommy eyeballs my plump ass cheeks! My upper and lower cheeks get warm!
Johnny rolls a 7 so he's right under...
huge full human sized board. I'm a pretty pink piece wearing a school girl outfit. My opponents are Johnny,
a well endowed chocolate hunk, who decided to play NAKED and twelve inch tongue Tommy.
--------------------
Tommy rolls a 3. I roll a four. I climb the ladder one rung at a time to square 14. I conveniently forgot my panties. Peeping Tommy eyeballs my plump ass cheeks! My upper and lower cheeks get warm!
Johnny rolls a 7 so he's right under...
#orgasm
#sex
#ThrillSeeking
93 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 9:23pm
31st Dec 2024 9:23pm
Momentary Fantasy...Chutes & Ladders!
Note: Although this is a fantasy, all in my demented medicated mind, you must picture me playing on a
huge full human sized board. I'm a pretty pink piece wearing a school girl outfit. My opponents are Johnny,
a well endowed chocolate hunk, who decided to play NAKED and twelve inch tongue Tommy.
--------------------
Tommy rolls a 3. I roll a four. I climb the ladder one rung at a time to square 14. I conveniently forgot my panties. Peeping Tommy eyeballs my plump ass cheeks! My upper and lower cheeks get warm!
Johnny rolls a 7 so he's right under...
huge full human sized board. I'm a pretty pink piece wearing a school girl outfit. My opponents are Johnny,
a well endowed chocolate hunk, who decided to play NAKED and twelve inch tongue Tommy.
--------------------
Tommy rolls a 3. I roll a four. I climb the ladder one rung at a time to square 14. I conveniently forgot my panties. Peeping Tommy eyeballs my plump ass cheeks! My upper and lower cheeks get warm!
Johnny rolls a 7 so he's right under...
#orgasm
#sex
#ThrillSeeking
93 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
173 reads
7 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
173 reads
7 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
173 reads
7 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
173 reads
7 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
12th Sep 2023 11:45pm
12th Sep 2023 11:45pm
9/11 on an 1199
With the rising tumult,
the colt split the rum
in my predator eyes
like 45-RPMs strike
100 Usain bolts on a
33-record role to reprise.
I was seeing quadraphonics
that poly-carbon hydroponics
could only surmise. As I went
supersonic, the rubber felt
ironic where the tires left
the tarmac and my two
wheels started to fly.
Flies like bullets
desmodromic
etched the tartar
from my brick, and
my mortar-piston flesh
turned to tartare slicks for this
redlined pick between my thighs. It's
September the...
the colt split the rum
in my predator eyes
like 45-RPMs strike
100 Usain bolts on a
33-record role to reprise.
I was seeing quadraphonics
that poly-carbon hydroponics
could only surmise. As I went
supersonic, the rubber felt
ironic where the tires left
the tarmac and my two
wheels started to fly.
Flies like bullets
desmodromic
etched the tartar
from my brick, and
my mortar-piston flesh
turned to tartare slicks for this
redlined pick between my thighs. It's
September the...
#rainbow
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
#ThrillSeeking
190 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About Thrill Seeking Published by Members Recently Online
