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Through limerence a longing lust lingers, Beginning by stroking your face with my fingers, A sensation wells from my ocean as my body swells with more than emotion, Helpless to my impulse to begin slow smoothing motions, Across your soft skinned irresistibly gorgeous pert body, None of you remains untouched apart from the parts the animal in me wants so much, As smoothing turns to grasping heavy breathing turns to gasping, Breathing and heaving in unison as I hold you tightly within my clutch. You whisper softly, longingly your desires of the night, As our breath becomes heavier we can't control ourselves try as we might, The rustling of clothes as they become dispensable items, Only serving to ready us for the sound of skin on skin as the intensity heightens, Light thuds as clothes fall to the floor, You moan in a way that lets me know you want more, In our underwear we hold one another our lips smacking, Our movements make the bed make sounds of creaking and cracking, You gasp for air and sigh loudly with delight, Your body underneath me is the most glorious sight. My hands can't help move down your sides to that thong you have on, While they stay on your hips a while as I kiss your stomach I know it won't be on for long, I slowly slide it down past your thighs, As I kiss the inside of them we are both on a high, I move my lips to your lips below your hips, Taking care to do here what I do there as you begin to flip. I move my head up slowly to yours as I kiss along the way, I'm rock hard when I reach you but I stay outside to play, I slowly move inside you as you feel me throbbing strongly, As I move in and out my hands don't stop as you start moaning loudly, The bed it rocks from side to side as if on choppy waves, The sound of you in ecstasy is what my body craves, As we reach the top of what we got I leave some of mine in thine, The afterglow is so bright it's like nocturnal sunshine.
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
chris-doyle
Nocturnal Sunshine
Through limerence a longing lust lingers, Beginning by stroking your face with my fingers, A sensation wells from my ocean as my body swells with more than emotion, Helpless to my impulse to begin slow smoothing motions, Across your soft skinned irresistibly gorgeous pert body, None of you remains untouched apart from the parts the animal in me wants so much, As smoothing turns to grasping heavy breathing turns to gasping, Breathing and heaving in unison as I hold you tightly within my clutch. You whisper softly, longingly your desires of the night, As our breath becomes heavier we can't control ourselves try as we might, The rustling of clothes as they become dispensable items, Only serving to ready us for the sound of skin on skin as the intensity heightens, Light thuds as clothes fall to the floor, You moan in a way that lets me know you want more, In our underwear we hold one another our lips smacking, Our movements make the bed make sounds of creaking and cracking, You gasp for air and sigh loudly with delight, Your body underneath me is the most glorious sight. My hands can't help move down your sides to that thong you have on, While they stay on your hips a while as I kiss your stomach I know it won't be on for long, I slowly slide it down past your thighs, As I kiss the inside of them we are both on a high, I move my lips to your lips below your hips, Taking care to do here what I do there as you begin to flip. I move my head up slowly to yours as I kiss along the way, I'm rock hard when I reach you but I stay outside to play, I slowly move inside you as you feel me throbbing strongly, As I move in and out my hands don't stop as you start moaning loudly, The bed it rocks from side to side as if on choppy waves, The sound of you in ecstasy is what my body craves, As we reach the top of what we got I leave some of mine in thine, The afterglow is so bright it's like nocturnal sunshine.
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Parkland, Fla. February 14, 2018 One more senseless mass homicide twas the sole arbitrary aim as a former student nonchalantly sauntered empty hallways seconds preceding blame brazenly intent to maximize total killed matter of factly telling police (his incomprehensible) (ill) logic he did explain when cornered, he willingly, unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt Nikolas Cruz rocketed to instantaneous infamous fame pulling a fire alarm ("FAKE") emergency, then going leisurely ambling along his killing spree total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty and 14 students) mercilessly gunned down as if they were wild game when handcuffed, an innocuous 19 year old did readily admit emptying one firearm after another at a fairly rapid clip then at some predestined or spurious moment didst dip and dive out amidst the chaotic madding crowd before reality flopped then did flip as lower teeth nervously bit upper lip made feeble getaway at a nearby eatery casually flirted with cashier and made no move to flit upon his seizure as cornered prey subsequently large tract massively cordoned off strong arm of the law slightly halting in speech detailed his gambit deliberately staking a stance to maximize hit and once again afflicted parents lit up with rancor and rage pit toughly battling sorrow which will not quit til death doth those grieving family visit.
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School
Parkland, Fla. February 14, 2018 One more senseless mass homicide twas the sole arbitrary aim as a former student nonchalantly sauntered empty hallways seconds preceding blame brazenly intent to maximize total killed matter of factly telling police (his incomprehensible) (ill) logic he did explain when cornered, he willingly, unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt Nikolas Cruz rocketed to instantaneous infamous fame pulling a fire alarm ("FAKE") emergency, then going leisurely ambling along his killing spree total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty and 14 students) mercilessly gunned down as if they were wild game when handcuffed, an innocuous 19 year old did readily admit emptying one firearm after another at a fairly rapid clip then at some predestined or spurious moment didst dip and dive out amidst the chaotic madding crowd before reality flopped then did flip as lower teeth nervously bit upper lip made feeble getaway at a nearby eatery casually flirted with cashier and made no move to flit upon his seizure as cornered prey subsequently large tract massively cordoned off strong arm of the law slightly halting in speech detailed his gambit deliberately staking a stance to maximize hit and once again afflicted parents lit up with rancor and rage pit toughly battling sorrow which will not quit til death doth those grieving family visit.
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Fingers made of greed, grip this world by the sleeves, though they aren't easy to see, unless your eyes have been opened by our Heavenly King.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
ravanna-dee
See the Greed
Fingers made of greed, grip this world by the sleeves, though they aren't easy to see, unless your eyes have been opened by our Heavenly King.
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what have i to do with these grips, these squared, white knuckles holding tight to handle bars? what have i to do with these empty stares, eyes void of truth? these "fill-in-the-bubble, A B or C, music only reaches the ears" types of humans attempting to tell me how to carry out my existence, attempting to tell me the most efficient practical mindless ways to die? attempting to tell me to show me the most rewarding ways to die. what have i to do with these sculptors who try and quantify the rain, who try and evaporate the sun? what have i to do with these ideas of perfection, of what is best? these assumptions of false fulfillment, these preludes to orderly, institutionalized chaos and contempt? what have i to do with all of these cardboard boxes which cannot differentiate between being filled empty open closed soft rough dry loved? what have i to do with those who cannot detect their own storms, their own energy waiting to explode? what have i to do with one shade of blue? what have i to do with feet that cannot move, knees that cannot bend? what have i to do with white houses black cars trimmed bushes a front porch? what have i to do with stationary? what have i to do with these wings unless they are free to flutter? what have i to do with structure with corners with average with plain? what have i to do with boredom with settling with insignificant breath? what have i to do with waste? what have i to do with waste.
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Kalia-Eden
leave me out
what have i to do with these grips, these squared, white knuckles holding tight to handle bars? what have i to do with these empty stares, eyes void of truth? these "fill-in-the-bubble, A B or C, music only reaches the ears" types of humans attempting to tell me how to carry out my existence, attempting to tell me the most efficient practical mindless ways to die? attempting to tell me to show me the most rewarding ways to die. what have i to do with these sculptors who try and quantify the rain, who try and evaporate the sun? what have i to do with these ideas of perfection, of what is best? these assumptions of false fulfillment, these preludes to orderly, institutionalized chaos and contempt? what have i to do with all of these cardboard boxes which cannot differentiate between being filled empty open closed soft rough dry loved? what have i to do with those who cannot detect their own storms, their own energy waiting to explode? what have i to do with one shade of blue? what have i to do with feet that cannot move, knees that cannot bend? what have i to do with white houses black cars trimmed bushes a front porch? what have i to do with stationary? what have i to do with these wings unless they are free to flutter? what have i to do with structure with corners with average with plain? what have i to do with boredom with settling with insignificant breath? what have i to do with waste? what have i to do with waste.
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