#bred - Hello Poetry

I want to fill you, deep and slow, Let my desire in you overflow. A potent gift, a primal need, To saturate your womb with my seed. Until the warmth spills, a torrid stream, Tracing paths like a vivid dream. Dripping down, it leaves its trace, A mark of passion, time can't erase. Our bodies fused, a rhythm divine, A dance of fire, your soul and mine. No boundaries left, just wild and free, Lost in the depths of raw ecstasy.

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Jan 23, 2025

Jan 23, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC

Styles

Seed

I want to fill you, deep and slow, Let my desire in you overflow. A potent gift, a primal need, To saturate your womb with my seed. Until the warmth spills, a torrid stream, Tracing paths like a vivid dream. Dripping down, it leaves its trace, A mark of passion, time can't erase. Our bodies fused, a rhythm divine, A dance of fire, your soul and mine. No boundaries left, just wild and free, Lost in the depths of raw ecstasy.

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I love to touch her, feel her heat, Thick swollen lips, a velvet treat. Wetness drips, her desire flows, A plump peach ripe, her passion shows. My fingers trace her warmth, her weight, A grounding moment, a timeless state. Hard as stone, my body yearns, For her embrace, where pleasure burns. Her **** glistens, kissed by spit, A spark ignites, a perfect fit. My tongue explores, her hips collide, She rides the waves, a shifting tide. Tiny circles, electric, divine, Our bodies melt, our souls align. Mesmerized by this blazing fire, A moment of heat, raw and entire.

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Jan 2, 2025

Jan 2, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC

Styles

*******

I love to touch her, feel her heat, Thick swollen lips, a velvet treat. Wetness drips, her desire flows, A plump peach ripe, her passion shows. My fingers trace her warmth, her weight, A grounding moment, a timeless state. Hard as stone, my body yearns, For her embrace, where pleasure burns. Her **** glistens, kissed by spit, A spark ignites, a perfect fit. My tongue explores, her hips collide, She rides the waves, a shifting tide. Tiny circles, electric, divine, Our bodies melt, our souls align. Mesmerized by this blazing fire, A moment of heat, raw and entire.

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I love how she consumes me, Splitting wide open, raw, and free. Mouth filled, ***** stretched, *** claimed by me A fire inside, untamed, unashamed. The weight of me, heavy, pressing down, My **** drives deep, where pleasure drowns. A playful roleplay dance, a struggle, all right, Bodies tangled, lost in the night. Hips slamming, flesh colliding, Wet rhythms, primal, abiding. The air thick with sweat and desire, A musk of *** a smoldering fire. I claims her, filling her with my trace, A carnal imprint, an untamed embrace. Deep within my essence lingers, Written by my soul, your body encased!

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Jan 2, 2025

Jan 2, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC

Styles

Bred

I love how she consumes me, Splitting wide open, raw, and free. Mouth filled, ***** stretched, *** claimed by me A fire inside, untamed, unashamed. The weight of me, heavy, pressing down, My **** drives deep, where pleasure drowns. A playful roleplay dance, a struggle, all right, Bodies tangled, lost in the night. Hips slamming, flesh colliding, Wet rhythms, primal, abiding. The air thick with sweat and desire, A musk of *** a smoldering fire. I claims her, filling her with my trace, A carnal imprint, an untamed embrace. Deep within my essence lingers, Written by my soul, your body encased!

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I wasn't bred from good stock Or birthed with any hope of a shot Can't imagine that coming as a big shock Couldn't possibly hide the rot A thick scar dug into both wrists visually express what verbally I could not Flesh color replaced the black rorschach ink blot To clarify, a stark reminder was all I got KO'd after a turned cheek an awful lot Like knock knock Who's there? Just a nobody, A lowly placeholder of a single census spot ©2024

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May 17, 2024

May 17, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ A Placeholder ~•§•~

I wasn't bred from good stock Or birthed with any hope of a shot Can't imagine that coming as a big shock Couldn't possibly hide the rot A thick scar dug into both wrists visually express what verbally I could not Flesh color replaced the black rorschach ink blot To clarify, a stark reminder was all I got KO'd after a turned cheek an awful lot Like knock knock Who's there? Just a nobody, A lowly placeholder of a single census spot ©2024

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Why are you here Born, lost and bred See some ideas to an end The aim to do more often begets form A middle depends When identity strikes down the spine Life will heal or harm A day in this age generates pace Prepare before to reinforce fate as luck can change If there's space on the stage Search for the answers that your question relates Catch the gaze of another When they dazzle and charm Turn in on yourself as we show our face Segregated ways often reflect mixed intent Does everything begin with the opportunity cost of regret Review how you start before we depart and are spent

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Aug 23, 2020

Aug 23, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC

PoeticTetra

Query

Why are you here Born, lost and bred See some ideas to an end The aim to do more often begets form A middle depends When identity strikes down the spine Life will heal or harm A day in this age generates pace Prepare before to reinforce fate as luck can change If there's space on the stage Search for the answers that your question relates Catch the gaze of another When they dazzle and charm Turn in on yourself as we show our face Segregated ways often reflect mixed intent Does everything begin with the opportunity cost of regret Review how you start before we depart and are spent

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Out in the penetrating haze Of the natural world Weapons are used, not made. No battle is a war Out in natural light. And weapons are used, not made. Indifferent as she is, Nature picks no side, And so weapons are used, not made. When something is born, In natural light It is born creature, helpless So no weapon is born to be made. Yet under lightbulb, in man's metal warehouse In sanitary stink and entombed disembodiment, Some weapons are bred to be played.

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May 15, 2020

May 15, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC

orchid28

bred as a weapon

Out in the penetrating haze Of the natural world Weapons are used, not made. No battle is a war Out in natural light. And weapons are used, not made. Indifferent as she is, Nature picks no side, And so weapons are used, not made. When something is born, In natural light It is born creature, helpless So no weapon is born to be made. Yet under lightbulb, in man's metal warehouse In sanitary stink and entombed disembodiment, Some weapons are bred to be played.

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Come up north to see the great outdoors Rolling hills Scenes leaving you wanting more Never mind the weather Whether its rain or shine Grab a pint Sit down And enjoy our way of life Born and bred northern boy But no flat cap or corduroys Yorkshire til the day I die I'll represent that West Yorks sign Faithful to my northern life Faithful to my northern rhyme Brought up well with northern vibes Through hard times, miners strike Times when maggie thatcher tried to stir up **** with lies designed Got miners and police to fight But don't believe that southern hype... Those brutal battles gave us life It redefined our future times Redefined our future lines Redefined the northern kind Redefined our northern humour Redefined our northern style Tourists come from far and wide to find out what the North is like Expecting lack of cultured life Surprised we're not uncultured swines Rewarded with our northern minds Our northern ways Our northern lives Come up north to see the great outdoors Rolling hills Scenes leaving you wanting more Never mind the weather Whether its rain or shine Grab a pint Sit down Enjoy our way of life

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Jan 26, 2016

Jan 26, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC

Ghxstcxt

Born and Bred

Come up north to see the great outdoors Rolling hills Scenes leaving you wanting more Never mind the weather Whether its rain or shine Grab a pint Sit down And enjoy our way of life Born and bred northern boy But no flat cap or corduroys Yorkshire til the day I die I'll represent that West Yorks sign Faithful to my northern life Faithful to my northern rhyme Brought up well with northern vibes Through hard times, miners strike Times when maggie thatcher tried to stir up **** with lies designed Got miners and police to fight But don't believe that southern hype... Those brutal battles gave us life It redefined our future times Redefined our future lines Redefined the northern kind Redefined our northern humour Redefined our northern style Tourists come from far and wide to find out what the North is like Expecting lack of cultured life Surprised we're not uncultured swines Rewarded with our northern minds Our northern ways Our northern lives Come up north to see the great outdoors Rolling hills Scenes leaving you wanting more Never mind the weather Whether its rain or shine Grab a pint Sit down Enjoy our way of life

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