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#wanton
turtle dove only love waiting by the sea shore holding hope all i've known wanting to be so sure
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
seafare maiden
she was skilled. a super heroine. WWW long before there was the internet competitor, defender of the Weaker *** from when that was still an acceptable insult, that she crushed, when found the pronouncers, and the foundering it was of causal, her rescued army, oblivious to the injury she risked and completely aware, injury she was hoping to cause. woman. wonder, women. and my mother, my shelter unquestionably, between her legs, me standing, little boy bravery infusing, she was his blood, his tea, his exemplar, his teacher drank so deep that when he was at last man-dated, her honoring was in the reciprocal, when he was anointed Wonder Man.
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
A Wilful and Wanton Woman
Dark Chocolate has always been a weakness, But after seeing you it has become an urge, The drops of desire from you increase the rush to taste you and leave me wanton.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
Wanton
without reservation, such beauty radiates within the eye, such dreams of softly spoken passions fire, that once ignited burns within & gives desires so lustful and hot that they stream into the minds of men, washing away all but the sole wanton pleasures found within, and this lust like a beast carries her away enfolded in his strength and power, thrusting to find that one moment over and over when all but the pleasure deep and wide is known, that moment when worlds fade away, there is only her, there is only him....
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
there is only her
Can I be your late time lover, Part time darling in dark skies? Would you call me pretty, my love, Could I be your favorite surprise? I’ll gladly be forever yours even if You can’t be anything of mine, By day I’ll be a face in your crowd, At night our lips shall entwine
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
Paramour
why do i always want the wanton, the wicked? when my mind wanders it’s always a bad place
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
taboo
(B) Cacophony vocal cords turned inside out Folding back upon themselves in cruel creases Vibrations resonating in strained harmonies Against the dire fabric of my delirious oblivion (J) I stomp your echoes as they travel through light Unleashing my fangs to sting your roaring mess Frequencies lowered from baseline to internal signal To form a wave at the quilted patch you weaved (B) Disregard all visualized fear firmly penetrating realms Of thickening white-hot spirit a roiling boiling crucible Inflamed fiery fleshly folds of terminated temptations Drawing your musky draught drinking your toxic brew (J) Your sight announces epiphanies of me sinking deeper A manhood you portray is my repatriation, prepare the shovel   Ruin me I plead! Packet and send me down to my casket You can't stitch me, I am twitching, itching, iced in sorrows (B) Clawing at the world, hissing, spitting my deep disdain My every defense mumbling, crumbling into its derelict dust Welcoming my inevitable defeat, my tattered, blood spattered White flag flies, surrendering all to hail the conquering pain. (J) The flag waves in bloodied winds, you wing wading wounds Trying to reach snowy mountainous top, the ascending sledge We fall inverted bumping, exposing our cranium, posing in disgust Hold this hawk talon scratch the earth, its the only hope you hold
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
No. 4 Wanton Melancholia (#one-a-week-series)
I’ll do you like your Eyes Ask me to, As relentlessly As your Smile’d Wish, come every our Encounter. I’ll do you, like the – Plastic, porcelain, and Polymer Scenery – Holography and Hidden drawers, Once a sin and Twice a cross. I’ll do you, as I’m, and a first, If only an “Object.” I know it, but you don’t. You love it, but I won’t, Because you’d only burn, Come knowing I’m, “taken.”
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
The Toy
Beneath the world of expectation above the Hells of Satan’s lair a body lies in mortification and no one knows that it is there. A ****** on a frosty evening of lovely girl with sprightly nature who’s only sin was of receiving with evils own collaborator. Innocence was wholly shattered, deflowered just for being there, her body beaten and so battered and left there dead with just her stare. Terrified, transfixed, still staring in that direction from where it came. A beast so vicious and uncaring, who treated her with so much shame. There was no offer of protection, there was no one to lend a hand. Just he who caused her such dejection. Just he who placed her 'neath the land. This girl of lovely disposition never had time to say farewell, was never found by expedition, just left to rot and left to smell. She missed a life of exploration that night he took her life so ill. Encircled now in forestation beneath the soil of old land fill. Her family sought, indeed, still seeking in hope one day she may be found and from her grave her soul is speaking to all who walk above the ground. One day she may receive response by someone sensitive to call someone who walks with such a nuance that she may indeed perhaps enthral. But until that time she lies beneath, between the World and Satan’s lair. Waiting for that one relief, that all should know and all might care.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Between the World and Satan's lair.
It's crazy how you once called me baby crazy how everything has gone hazy And crazy how I can't breath without shaking It's funny how you once said you loved me Funny how everything is hanging by a tee And funny how I can't shake this wanton feeling to just be
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
Feelings
The likes of you I can't describe, Yet I love to eat between your thighs. The melody you spake to me Unfolds my greatest sovereignty. I crave to quaff all of your spit, And swallow every drop of it. Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh, Those bare and supple ****** ******* Your eyes that follow my firm gaze, While we kiss and lick and misbehave. I need to feel each piece of skin, Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again. It's such a treat to eat you whole; I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Nineteen