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Kenji 2d
It’s beautiful, a feeling of pure darkness and intensity.
It’s freeing, like a raven in a cage waiting to break free.
It’s dangerous, opening yourself up to such a matter of inner conscious.
Losing self control and letting yourself go.
The dead sleeps still, the graveyard whispers pain and sin.
It’s midnight, I’ve been in this beautiful place for so long.
It’s peaceful, like I am one with the dead of night.
I felt something I didn’t feel in a really long time.
I felt like I belonged, like the spirits surrounded me in welcoming peace.
At first I felt a heaviness, a blockage in my throat.
They felt threatened, thinking I was invading their space.
When they realized, I’m one of them, just another lost soul.
Lines and lines and wired times.
Fading into the abyss and getting high.
The spirits communicate with me, I can feel their energies like an instant magnetic pull.
I can feel their pain, their sadness, their hardships, their madness. I can feel it all, and I soak in energies like a sponge, I can’t help it. Intuition kicks in and I can’t even block it.
It’s intense and beautiful, the fog and misty air.
The dark light, and despair.
I FELT EVERYTHING
It was the best experience I’ve ever had in a really long time.
The graveyard in the back of the church, where true love sleeps, souls stay forbidden, sacred, ridden in deep.
A hidden passage way to the unknown and discreet.
I finally found where I belong, for I am a lost soul, buried six feet deep.
There is a church a few houses down mine in the area. I was also scared to enter, until I found a little graveyard in the back. The energy was intense and beautiful. I felt myself be known and understood in that atmosphere. It was peaceful, knowing the spirits were all blessed and accepted me into their sacred space.

My Scorpionic energy at its highest. My alter ego coming out to play.
Mitch Prax May 16
The closest thing to
heaven I've known was between
her hips and her thighs

5:50 PM
16/5/20
Deep May 8
Sweat drenched bodies tangled snake
like, lips entwined like pair of swans.
One palm grasping the waist
Other holding the mound on chest
Like some ruthless dictator holding humanity.
Traverse on my body’s conduits, beloved!
Regale, relish, feast in its twists and turns,
And with your lips map the boundary
of your kingdom lying conquered in your bed.

With your mighty sword ravage
The territory of yours so long sealed,
Enter in it and let the din and moans to
not melt your heart. Be relentless
and unmerciful—press, pinch, bite,
Spike, goad, tease— make me beg then
Hurl like hurricane swirling in longing
and hunger, subdue only after taking me.

A night in your arms I want, beloved!
Gratify the five senses, bless me the bliss
of life this night. And with your
Measuring tape measure me inch by inch
Touch me those little places I haven’t
touched before, kiss me recklessly
And when you think its time enough
Then rain the seed of your love like farmer
Over my fecund body of field,
So that in time a flower of this
Night spring and wave and smile
in gentle breeze.

Only, a night in your arms I want, beloved!
A night in your arms is all I want!
destination unknown
surrounded by people yet feeling alone
what have I done?
the world’s greatest game
is when you miss the stop
but you won’t feel the shame
le petite mort on replay
and for her bottom I was the perfect top
who’s there to blame ? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Nicole May 4
You undressed me with your pulchritudinous eyes
A smirk entact on your chiseled face.

Your hands tangled in my hair
And our souls connected,
making everything else vanish for me
at that second.

A sheen of sweat covered my body
From your slow, sensual torture
Your lips exploring my body
as they nurture.

I writhe below you
making quite noises of satisfaction.
As we lay there,
Our eyes doing all the communication.

Your scents on my sheets
The moonlight on your gorgeous skin
As we lay there and worship each other
Making everything around us glint.

Your lips grazed my earlobe
making me scream,
I suddenly jolted out of it
realizing it was all just an another dream.
Just thought I should try writing something ******.
Sunny May 2
they say I am good with words
when I make them *** over texts
but I wonder
am I?
you are invited bdw
Kieran Apr 30
Earth
Water
Air
Fire
And all of my soul as I climb your spire
Quakes
Spit
Gasps
Heat
I'll be your ride and you'll be my seat.
Hennessy 5260 Apr 25
I feel your breath on my skin
Whisper of kisses on my neck
Your fingers are the pen
Words traced on flesh
And I read them out in moans

I feel your passion
Tender words close to my ears
I let go of my fears
And embrace the warmth of your skin.
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