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Jay Dec 4
You
I love everything about you. I love every part of your body, the way it feels, the way it moves. Your hair, no matter the color you choose, flows with such grace, framing your beauty perfectly. The gentle curve of your forehead, holding thoughts both new and familiar. Your eyebrows, delicate as the whispers of the moon, arching like a soft promise. Your grey-blue eyes, piercing yet serene, gazing into the night, reflecting the vastness of the ocean. Your ears, so delicate, like works of art, sculpted to perfection. Your nose, shaped to flawless symmetry, crinkling with every laugh. Your lips, soft and inviting, the perfect place for mine to rest. Your jaw, smooth as silk, calling out to be traced with my fingers or lips. Your neck, so tender, the perfect place for me to nuzzle and kiss, a spot to savor, perfect to wrap my hands around when you want. Strong, steady shoulders that carry the world without faltering. Your arms, capable of holding dreams yet gentle enough to embrace me with warmth. Your hands, a perfect fit in mine, fingers intertwining as we hold each other. Your delicate fingers, exploring, tracing every inch of my skin. Your *******, soft and captivating, a sensual beauty that draws me in, a perfect fit in my hands. The gentle curve of your stomach, each line and contour a story of our love, worthy of a thousand kisses. Your hips, a curve of strength and power, the ideal place to hold on to. The gentle bounce of your soft ***, moving with grace and energy, mesmerizing me with every step. The soft rise of your ***** mound, perfect for teasing you with the promise of what’s to come. Your sacred space, where our rhythms blend in harmony, creating something beautiful. Your legs, long and elegant, carrying you with a poise that invites me to walk beside you. The arch of your feet, where my hands would rest, soothing away any lingering pain. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you snort when you laugh, a pure, unfiltered joy that makes me smile. Your whispers in the quiet of the night, like silk brushing against me. The excitement in your voice when you can’t wait to share something you’ve remembered. Your moans, soft yet powerful, sending shivers down my spine. I love your strength, your resilience, your ability to push through challenges with a fierce spirit. And most of all, I love that you love me, because every part of you, in all its beauty, is a treasure that I’ll always cherish.
Softly, she ventured into the violent night of May,

Where pitch-black winter soaked her bones.

The sea, full of teeth, bit and insisted as she stood there, unmoving.

It was full of music and empty promises; she let the vastness of the agonizing waves drown her rotting body.

The sharp smell of air reeked of bitter billet-doux.

It had been her three hundred sixty-five attempts to be silent; barefoot, she waited and waited and waited.

Under the moonlight, she appeared as a ghastly ghost.

For a moment, she wondered, “Only the wicked remember the sea’s harshness and stay”—a woman personified as storm, mirroring her rage.

She is a twisted soul; death sighs at the sight of her.

The moon exhausted its entire being. “She is full of herself,” he whispered into the dark, corrupted sea.

She imprinted the sands with her unnerving gravity—she walked, and walked, and walked,
Haunted by her visions and dreams, terrorizing the melancholic earth.

Months passed—it was now September.

She’s restless; all she could do was remember.

She kept bathing in the black sea, passionately driving herself to madness.

She kept being pulled and pulled and pulled,

Until survival was no longer an option—her hair slowly being grappled into the lake of fire.

Her last remaining thoughts were of long-forgotten, enchanting, sweet eyes of his.

She dreamed of him—those big, witchery eyes of his.


She remembered, and so the sea deciphered her yearning and pulled her in.
I’m sorry, I can’t help but remember.
Enchanting
Dreams of Childhood
Fantasties
Dragon's and Fairies
A Fairytale mystery
From Dwarfs that explore to
Unicorns that Soar
From the debts of the
deep seas to
The Sword of Excalibur!!
Prince and Princesses!!
Kings and Queens!!
Evil Sorcerers of All Realms of Imaginations
Unseen!!

B.R.
11/17/2022
IP Aug 2021
I loved you with a thousand words
your photo was enchanting
I wish my love returned to me
to free my soul from panting
Wizard - Caster
Forest - Dweller
Mountain - Trekker
Dragon - Slayer
Priestess - Curer
Damsel - Dreamer
Hostage - Tracker
Pendant - Stealer
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.

Inspired by fantasy
Kara Shirlene Dec 2020
Smiles and flowers live in those moments
Where love will last forever.
Memories made of enchanting things
Are held by us together.
Beautiful thoughts like lakeside shores,
Flood me everyday.
Springtime is a thought that passes,
But love resides always.
Only happiness exists these days
When thinking back to sweet times.
Like lyrics in a melody,
It sounds quite like paradise.
Honey suckles fill the air
In that field of love.
Clouds start to gather
While rain pours down
On us from up above.
Laughter is all the remains now
When thinking of the past.
The only thing that resides there now,
Is a love that will forever last.
©KSS 2012
Adri Nov 2020
They’re hunting me down
He tore my gown
This night was supposed to be magic
But I know now it can only end tragic

A gunshot resounds and I taste sounds

The last thing I see
Is my blood splatter on a tree

The last thing I hear
My own scream, ringing in fear

The last thing I smell
Is the dirt I hit when I fell

Warm brown eyes full of enchanting lies
Wouldn’t let go, and on this forest floor
My blood slowly dries

He wouldn’t take no
And he wouldn’t let go
So here I will fade
In a pillow of snow
TW: Assault
I wrote this when I was eleven and I just felt like it should be my first share, baby.
Yusrah Jun 2020
In my dreams
you lead me by the hand and we run
we run to places the world is too afraid to visit
abandoned and dark.

You hold me and tell me there's no other
we dance in the rain
slip in the mud
we visit the ocean.

The moon doesn't give the ocean a rest
much like you with my heart.
Hawa Apr 2020
That pretty face with huge brown eyes,
The petit frame and soft voice,
The epitome of cleanliness and an exact mix of shyness and spice.

That immaculately done nail,
With the ladylike perfume smell.
Enchanting! Is she even human? I couldn't tell.

Perfectly fringed hair,
Walking all over with her "Belle Air"
If someone crosses her path, she wouldn't spare.

The aromatic smell of the delicious food she would cook,
Oh! I never knew The Devil could be so good.
I read it somewhere that Devil doesn't come in red horns and black cape, but it comes in the form of everything you ever yearned for.
hiba sajid Feb 2020
Once there was a land
full of wonder
that hypnotized every other sedulous person
to trade their soul
to live in its deceiving bubble.

Oh! how she wished
she was brave enough
to step into the enchanting wonder
that stood before her.
The grass always looks greener on the other side. Everyone has their own struggles and everything comes with a price.
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