Poems About Thrill Seeking Published by Members Recently Online
#ThrillSeeking
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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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
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
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
Rubbing
Lip
Rubbing
Is
More
Fun
Than
Brass!
by Jemia
Rubbing
Is
More
Fun
Than
Brass!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#ThrillSeeking
129 reads
0 Comments
Rubbing
Lip
Rubbing
Is
More
Fun
Than
Brass!
by Jemia
Rubbing
Is
More
Fun
Than
Brass!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#ThrillSeeking
129 reads
0 Comments
Rubbing
Lip
Rubbing
Is
More
Fun
Than
Brass!
by Jemia
Rubbing
Is
More
Fun
Than
Brass!
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#ThrillSeeking
129 reads
0 Comments
Boredom Prevails
#boredom
#dirty
#funny
#rhyming
#ThrillSeeking
29 reads
8 Comments
Boredom Prevails
#boredom
#dirty
#funny
#rhyming
#ThrillSeeking
29 reads
8 Comments
Boredom Prevails
#boredom
#dirty
#funny
#rhyming
#ThrillSeeking
29 reads
8 Comments
Boredom Prevails
#boredom
#dirty
#funny
#rhyming
#ThrillSeeking
29 reads
8 Comments
Boredom Prevails
#boredom
#dirty
#funny
#rhyming
#ThrillSeeking
29 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Thrill Seeking Published by Members Recently Online