Poems About Dialogue Published by Members Recently Online
#dialogue
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
Late Night D&D
Late Night D&D
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
#dialogue
#sensual
#sexy
#threesome
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
Late Night D&D
Late Night D&D
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
#dialogue
#sensual
#sexy
#threesome
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
Late Night D&D
Late Night D&D
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
#dialogue
#sensual
#sexy
#threesome
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
Late Night D&D
Late Night D&D
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
#dialogue
#sensual
#sexy
#threesome
#women
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
28th Oct 2024 3:35am
Late Night D&D
Late Night D&D
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
A girl and two guys in the oil field night play dungeons and dragons in a trailer threesome.
Midnight has come and gone. Holly discloses her use of hairbrush which is not just for combing hair she says. For the strands twined twixt the silk-bristles come from her golden fleece.
She proposes it for men. Jim says “wouldn’t a hand be better for males?” Holly mumbles frustration that her idea was dismissed so easily.
Holly’s words are sprinkled like red wine into my thirsty ear. Each song of her laughter serenades my soul into...
#dialogue
#sensual
#sexy
#threesome
#women
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th May 2024 1:49am
20th May 2024 1:49am
I Don't Love You (the story)
Based on a poem with the same title
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
#love
#dialogue
#night
#dreams
#wife
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3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th May 2024 1:49am
20th May 2024 1:49am
I Don't Love You (the story)
Based on a poem with the same title
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
#love
#dialogue
#night
#dreams
#wife
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3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th May 2024 1:49am
20th May 2024 1:49am
I Don't Love You (the story)
Based on a poem with the same title
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
#love
#dialogue
#night
#dreams
#wife
94 reads
3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th May 2024 1:49am
20th May 2024 1:49am
I Don't Love You (the story)
Based on a poem with the same title
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
#love
#dialogue
#night
#dreams
#wife
94 reads
3 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th May 2024 1:49am
20th May 2024 1:49am
I Don't Love You (the story)
Based on a poem with the same title
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
Shortly before midnight, the telephone rang. Nash answered it and said, “Hello, who is this?” The female voice on the telephone said, “Hi, it’s Kristine.” He said, “Oh, it’s you.” And then she asked, “Did I wake you?” He replied, “No, I wasn’t sleeping.” She asked, “How are you?” He replied, “I’m fine.” She said, “I’ve been dying to say something to you.” He asked, “What is it?” She said, “I should tell you this in person instead of on the phone. I hope you don’t mind.” And he said, “Go ahead; I’m listening.” She confidently said, “I’ll...
#love
#dialogue
#night
#dreams
#wife
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Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
Crossed Wires
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
#politics
#dialogue
#respect #LangstonHughes
#respect #LangstonHughes
815 reads
19 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
Crossed Wires
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes ...
#politics
#dialogue
#respect #LangstonHughes
#respect #LangstonHughes
815 reads
19 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Dialogue Published by Members Recently Online
