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"pounce" poems
As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
LION
As the glorious LION Stands strong in stature Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with  beauty He guards the gateway to truth and only the brave may enter He is the king that needs no crown as he holds a royal presence as he sits in his golden coat and main Lies spark combust just bounce off dissolve in all his shine. As broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lion's  stare As they are engulfed and swallowed In the reservoirs of his strength As the many wounded souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world There is no procrastinating belly Exposed by a lackluster display No one insults his strength By creating a make believe world Or covers him with scaffolding so That they may alter him For he is the finished article And he is never held up or supported With anyone's emotional ropes or strings For he no ones puppet He is never silenced By the Strangle hold of this world Tightened with a multitude of gestures For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!! His explosive self expression As his throat bursts and beams like the sun Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed As a thousand trap doors Open up in him   And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered within the sound of his voice. His Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth As the power of his pounce Is governed by both his strength Of spirit and the honesty With which he meets the earth For he owns all of his own pain And paces and growls to warn Away any who seek to steal his fresh **** And diminish him with pretty lies For he owns all his space As it feeds his strength As somewhere in the fury of feasting Lionesses and Lions   We find our freedom For his power explodes like a volcano When his soul meets the earth   As he shakes off all avoidance To seek only truth As streaks of white light And pure Gold glisten in the SUN As the world's projections Reflect and bounce off him There is so much to learn From a beautiful LION
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Fur is white Like the snow In which it hides By crouching low. Fur is dark Like summer’s ground. It stalks its prey Without a sound. As the rabbit Eats green grass, Up it sneaks As smooth as glass. A silent pounce, Barely a fight. Now it has A meal tonight. Such vicious beauty Has a price. A hunter takes aim As it eats mice. Unaware Of another being, It doesn’t hear The birds stop singing. The hunter steps But breaks a stick. It looks around; The tension’s thick. The hunter smiles. He’s about to shoot. Now it sees The hunter’s boot. It turns to run Away from danger, Away from death Brought by this stranger. A shot rings out, An undecided fate. Did he hit his target? Or did he shoot too late?
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
Arctic Fox
I have nearly an ounce left, and everyone's getting ready to pounce me. They want to destroy it, so I have to beg and plead. My own friend grows higher on the scale, turning me so very frail. Then I become angry when you boast about. You expect me to live under your rule, to live in stupidity for the sake of you? I refuse. No, no, no. That is not what I'm saying. Friend, please listen, before I shout. I feel stupid myself, when others brag about. You are not stupid, and never shall you be. You hate me, don't you say? It feels like you do, when you lead me astray. I shall not be ignored for a good score. I'm not trying to ruin our friendship, I just with you would listen. People expect me one way, and expect you another. Please, listen to me. I'm not trying to make you feel inferior, or myself superior. What is this? Another lie? Everyday, people make me feel dumber. It only makes me sadder and number. I am not lying! I am not trying to make you that way. I'm just trying to keep you away. Safe from the troubles of knowledge. My friend, you have no idea, do you? Being smart means responsibility, and being hated all day. I don't care about that! I just want to feel more for once. How many times must I apologize for getting a simple better than you? Fine, be that way. I was only trying to help. But you pushed me away. Knowledge is the only thing that gives me an ounce of dignity. When I have none, then not a drop is left. I am nothing.
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Dignity
The bitter taste of resentment As the dish of revenge grows colder Waiting, watching, planning As you get older and older You stall until the perfect moment When he will pay for the things he's done As the time strikes, you pounce And after all that time you've won Your patience has finally paid off His breath no longer taints the air He's gone from this world forever It's his own fault that no one cares
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
Revenge
i like to watch the cheetah showing of his speed flying like the wind very fast indeed chasing after prey he begins to bounce then a mighty leap on his prey will pounce the fastest cat of all faster then rest noted for his speed the cheetah is the best such a lovely creature running in the wild master of the hunt and mother natures child
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
cheetah watch
I knew the orange on the orange tree you had an ache in your shoulders uncomfortable in an unnatural way yesterday I passed you talking to flowers you hadn't moved you hadn't strayed but hiding in the leaves was a forced disguise the omens told me something quiet and unceasing reminding me of a slumbering domesticated cat dreaming of cutting yourself loose from truncated ease dropping down from the branch with panther steps licking fruit lips ripe with revealed acidic petals riddled with a past you revelled mixing in with zest shocking chances stepped in for the next dance sleep taken aback by wings cut from a dark sky the sidewalk pitted and cracked beneath the pounce relief escaped the twigs with a spring like waking prey pressing into night foliage shaken from a nice balance as I saw you take control with nothing to mask your face on the surface too smooth for violence was laughter of glowing gloom to embarrass and deter such rebellious arrogance with a twist struggling from a lame curse its flavours sharp against your sweetened perfume muscle expecting you to build a limestone shed for tears rather than take on the night with a mind to wrestle the outside aches for your physical attraction gaining courage from the purpose in your eyes tense as the tightness of your dress' intention demanding that my hands draw from such lines the sinuous heat of pulsing flesh's invitation curved upon seeds not chaste but not quite refined which I try not loving with some cool disambiguation you left me the taste of syrup of grenadine too reputable to ripple vain red tipple eyed on a table spilt with pink gin and mandarin sharp teeth tingling a tartness into my hand sliding slowly at a tilt like drops of sweat on skin focus dwindling into the clasp of an escaping shade wrapped carefully under soft rice paper and then tucked under a heel with a pointed kick like a blade only to feel you relent and burst open soft in appeal again and again
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Orange Drops
I knew the orange on the orange tree you had an ache in your shoulders uncomfortable in an unnatural way yesterday I passed you talking to flowers you hadn't moved you hadn't strayed but hiding in the leaves was a forced disguise the omens told me something quiet and unceasing reminding me of a slumbering domesticated cat dreaming of cutting yourself loose from truncated ease dropping down from the branch with panther steps licking fruit lips ripe with revealed acidic petals riddled with a past you revelled mixing in with zest shocking chances stepped in for the next dance sleep taken aback by wings cut from a dark sky the sidewalk pitted and cracked beneath the pounce relief escaped the twigs with a spring like waking prey pressing into night foliage shaken from a nice balance as I saw you take control with nothing to mask your face on the surface too smooth for violence was laughter of glowing gloom to embarrass and deter such rebellious arrogance with a twist struggling from a lame curse its flavours sharp against your sweetened perfume muscle expecting you to build a limestone shed for tears rather than take on the night with a mind to wrestle the outside aches for your physical attraction gaining courage from the purpose in your eyes tense as the tightness of your dress' intention demanding that my hands draw from such lines the sinuous heat of pulsing flesh's invitation curved upon seeds not chaste but not quite refined which I try not loving with some cool disambiguation you left me the taste of syrup of grenadine too reputable to ripple vain red tipple eyed on a table spilt with pink gin and mandarin sharp teeth tingling a tartness into my hand sliding slowly at a tilt like drops of sweat on skin focus dwindling into the clasp of an escaping shade wrapped carefully under soft rice paper and then tucked under a heel with a pointed kick like a blade only to feel you relent and burst open soft in appeal again and again
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She comes to me every night... When all is asleep with stars lit yonder. Comes to me with subtle might Peeking fiendishly from darkness's cover Await such time she'd choose to show Await the chance to finally take. Ready to pounce like a well tensioned bow Arrow-like talons, ever honed to stake. Awake or asleep, she would come without fail. Creep is her gait; this shadow clad figure. Always a ***** in my impervious mail. Claiming her wants with ferocious fervour. Deemed to be strong, easier to succumb. Don't fight...don't struggle... Don't call for aid... Just wait and will yourself numb She'd come regardless of prayers that's said. She was here with me last night In bed, I stared at a being that's faceless... And my heart wrenched tight. Gripping and feeding me senseless... Soon as she came, she left but not before Siphoning the good and replacing with dread... Stole was what she did; left me wanting more... Once deed is done, into the dark she fled. I know her all too well, Nocturnal guest that I unknowingly invite Her intentions to incite, not quell Send me spiralling through emotional blight. Day will recede, making room for dark She'll come; swift and without sound. She'll arrive majestic; inflicting her mark I'll wait for her, ready and unbound. Looking forward to her return This silent foe whom I find familiar. With every touch I cringe and burn Oh secret friend whom I'm beginning to savour... She is synonymous with various names Each would bear the likeness of semblance Let fly her cloak of not dissimilar aims Endearingly I call her..., Despondence...
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
Familiar F(r)iend
She comes to me every night... When all is asleep with stars lit yonder. Comes to me with subtle might Peeking fiendishly from darkness's cover Await such time she'd choose to show Await the chance to finally take. Ready to pounce like a well tensioned bow Arrow-like talons, ever honed to stake. Awake or asleep, she would come without fail. Creep is her gait; this shadow clad figure. Always a ***** in my impervious mail. Claiming her wants with ferocious fervour. Deemed to be strong, easier to succumb. Don't fight...don't struggle... Don't call for aid... Just wait and will yourself numb She'd come regardless of prayers that's said. She was here with me last night In bed, I stared at a being that's faceless... And my heart wrenched tight. Gripping and feeding me senseless... Soon as she came, she left but not before Siphoning the good and replacing with dread... Stole was what she did; left me wanting more... Once deed is done, into the dark she fled. I know her all too well, Nocturnal guest that I unknowingly invite Her intentions to incite, not quell Send me spiralling through emotional blight. Day will recede, making room for dark She'll come; swift and without sound. She'll arrive majestic; inflicting her mark I'll wait for her, ready and unbound. Looking forward to her return This silent foe whom I find familiar. With every touch I cringe and burn Oh secret friend whom I'm beginning to savour... She is synonymous with various names Each would bear the likeness of semblance Let fly her cloak of not dissimilar aims Endearingly I call her..., Despondence...
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I am my own worst enemy. I know my weaknesses. I know how to tear myself down, Leave myself hopeless, Confused, betrayed. It’s funny how I think I'm only Looking out for myself, When I'm really looking For how to make myself fall. I cannot hide from myself. I am always lurking, Waiting for a sign of weakness, Predicting the next move, Begging to pounce. I am addicted to self-destruction. I **** myself And it kills me To know that it’s all my fault Yet I'm still breathing. It makes no sense. It’s not logical.         It’s not pleasant,         But maybe just maybe         If I can survive myself, I can survive anything.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
I am my own worst enemy...
depleted of energy, a weight of gold upon my heart, its heavy dull luster pushes down hard squeezing out         the light suffocating     my staccato of breath      I crouch         quietly in the brush, the next step in my process                  pending a dense rock of pendulum swaying time   tick ticking in my blood cells reaching the boiling point just shy of spilling over into froth waiting for this conundrum         to unravel, my inner tigress about to unfurl              her heart     to leap and pounce from    within into the   tight white           of blinding snow, the silent storm of         the unknown forever
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
timespill
Hear the LION'S ROAR As the many indignant souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world as many Broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lions stare So let us all dare To live life like a Lion Lounging in the sun Owning and surveying His beautiful life Storing great forces Reservoirs of strength To pounce and punch Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth His appetite strong He honors every parts of self But there is no where To hide in the cats eye stare As my many fumbling phoney selves Dissolve in his melting glare As I am shamed by a look As I approach life like a crook My procrastinating belly exposed In my lack luster display As I breath a contempt For my precious life Standing strong in stature And rich in golden shine Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with a beauty Freed from all that is false His being effortlessly Embraces the fields Of his own nature As I am silenced by The strangle hold of this Bitter dysfunctional world Tightened by a Multitude of silent gestures I sit to listen To the LION'S ROAR I feel my throat burst My gagged tongue freed My choked throat Beams like the sun As I softly delve In to the LION'S ROAR An open infinity Cuts my many collars Releasing my self expression As a thousand trap doors Open in me Learning from the loving LION Our self expression freed And our appetite renewed We live a new adventure
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
THE LION'S ROAR
Hear the LION'S ROAR As the many indignant souls Find themselves restored In his majestic presence As he rattles the very fabric Of this world as many Broken men become renewed Their fractured parts Collect in the melting *** Of the Lions stare So let us all dare To live life like a Lion Lounging in the sun Owning and surveying His beautiful life Storing great forces Reservoirs of strength To pounce and punch Soft pads of silent stealth Gather for all his wealth His appetite strong He honors every parts of self But there is no where To hide in the cats eye stare As my many fumbling phoney selves Dissolve in his melting glare As I am shamed by a look As I approach life like a crook My procrastinating belly exposed In my lack luster display As I breath a contempt For my precious life Standing strong in stature And rich in golden shine Radiating with a presence Of Absolute rule The air washed with A bristly respect A natural pride Beams with a beauty Freed from all that is false His being effortlessly Embraces the fields Of his own nature As I am silenced by The strangle hold of this Bitter dysfunctional world Tightened by a Multitude of silent gestures I sit to listen To the LION'S ROAR I feel my throat burst My gagged tongue freed My choked throat Beams like the sun As I softly delve In to the LION'S ROAR An open infinity Cuts my many collars Releasing my self expression As a thousand trap doors Open in me Learning from the loving LION Our self expression freed And our appetite renewed We live a new adventure
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i like to watch the cheetah with his need for speed fasted cat a live very fast indeed. chasing after prey gives him such a thrill then a mighty pounce he moves in for the **** bringing down his catch with the speed of sound with his cheetah skill he drags it to the ground. then he begins eat to fill his appetite this creature of the wild is such a lovely sight.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
cheetah watch
The ball of wool got smaller and smaller as it ran across the rug, reflected upon the untrained eye it looked just like a bug The cat was intrigued, decided to pounce! but the ball just carried on dancing and lost another ounce Getting quite frantic now it's dancing got faster and faster, the needles did their work the scarf got taller but the ball just got smaller Spotlighted by sunlight due to clement weather, disappearing! it had reached the end of it's tether.
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
knitting
There is.... a knarnley creature resting, waiting, seeking the pounce. A lifetime of gold awaits thy asleeps but under her blanket restful slumber Hark! Oh the bells the bells as they are ringing in the steeple in the courtyard She awakens The knarley creature aint feelin dat 10 a.m fridgeworthy solid solidness blender of feelings being mashed mixer of emotions like a mixed drink at uptown maybe a gin and tonic idk...
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
The roommate living in that bed ova there
sext: wrap me in the blanket that's in the back seat of your car, call her while I'm staring into space, tell her you love her out of no where sext: uuuuuuuuhhhhh......I don't want to move in with you sext: I love you but I'm moving a thousand miles away sext: I love you so I'm moving a thousand miles away sext: I'm moving a thousand miles away BECAUSE I love you sext: I want to bite off your tongue sext: really bad sext: you shouldn't have told her you love her when I was already off the ledge sext: I'll bite your lip, it'll bleed, red will pour down your mouth and your clothes and your horns will poke through and BOOM! satan sext: baby baby BABY you turn me on sext: especially when your actions completely correlate with what I was always told not to do sext: I was told not to do you, but, well....ok we were supposed to hangout at a park like this is a ******* indie movie but this cop told me that park was closed? I didn't know parks ******* close? so we met in a parking lot and you mentioned how your roommate wasn't home and la la la la LAAAAA, we ended up on your living room floor and the carpet was covered in my black lace sext: I'm wearing high heels, tall ones. I'm 5' 11 1/2", you're, ummm...something. someone. oh yeah, I'm in love with you. well, I dunno about that anymore what's love? I defined it and it said "sext: an intense feeling of deep attachment". ah, ok, got it. I now understand you, love. this was supposed to be **** ya no, like me running down the back your legs in my red high heels, sending chills through your veins and breaking all of your bones. ****** **** right? **** I ruined it when I brought up love   sext: uh, it's been 3 days since we've talked. I know you said like 3 months ago that we needed to "draw new lines for each other" and "figure out how to have self control and not pounce the other when we're alone and I play smashing pumpkins" but we've ****** like what, 40 times since? and you told me you loved me and begged me not to leave soooooooo....? those lines need to be erased buddy boy sext: uhg. you don't get it. I'm tired.  got so drunk I could barely stand last night. slept for fourty minutes. then worked a thirteen hour shift. I'm sorry. give me a kiss. no? but this is supposed to be a sext? sext: nothing you say is equivalent to a sext these days sext: take your clothes off sext: take your clothes off sext: then take mine off sext: then take mine off sext: you wear mine, I wear yours sext: jk babe the clothes are off we're ******* ******
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
sext: and BOOM! satan
sext: wrap me in the blanket that's in the back seat of your car, call her while I'm staring into space, tell her you love her out of no where sext: uuuuuuuuhhhhh......I don't want to move in with you sext: I love you but I'm moving a thousand miles away sext: I love you so I'm moving a thousand miles away sext: I'm moving a thousand miles away BECAUSE I love you sext: I want to bite off your tongue sext: really bad sext: you shouldn't have told her you love her when I was already off the ledge sext: I'll bite your lip, it'll bleed, red will pour down your mouth and your clothes and your horns will poke through and BOOM! satan sext: baby baby BABY you turn me on sext: especially when your actions completely correlate with what I was always told not to do sext: I was told not to do you, but, well....ok we were supposed to hangout at a park like this is a ******* indie movie but this cop told me that park was closed? I didn't know parks ******* close? so we met in a parking lot and you mentioned how your roommate wasn't home and la la la la LAAAAA, we ended up on your living room floor and the carpet was covered in my black lace sext: I'm wearing high heels, tall ones. I'm 5' 11 1/2", you're, ummm...something. someone. oh yeah, I'm in love with you. well, I dunno about that anymore what's love? I defined it and it said "sext: an intense feeling of deep attachment". ah, ok, got it. I now understand you, love. this was supposed to be **** ya no, like me running down the back your legs in my red high heels, sending chills through your veins and breaking all of your bones. ****** **** right? **** I ruined it when I brought up love   sext: uh, it's been 3 days since we've talked. I know you said like 3 months ago that we needed to "draw new lines for each other" and "figure out how to have self control and not pounce the other when we're alone and I play smashing pumpkins" but we've ****** like what, 40 times since? and you told me you loved me and begged me not to leave soooooooo....? those lines need to be erased buddy boy sext: uhg. you don't get it. I'm tired.  got so drunk I could barely stand last night. slept for fourty minutes. then worked a thirteen hour shift. I'm sorry. give me a kiss. no? but this is supposed to be a sext? sext: nothing you say is equivalent to a sext these days sext: take your clothes off sext: take your clothes off sext: then take mine off sext: then take mine off sext: you wear mine, I wear yours sext: jk babe the clothes are off we're ******* ******
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When letters wait to pounce on a blank page when thoughts crowd the mind like frothing **** in a pond I keep wondering what poetry is to me what poetry is to many Is it not the language of the heart with no intervention of gray matter the unlocking of closed vaults stirring the embers of love, hurt or pain or giving a free rein to fancy and flying on magic carpets to lands forlorn Sometimes it is a glide into a sea of tranquillity an escape from the humdrum of the world a flash of liberation from assaults of pain a sedative to numb the turmoil a sanctuary for a burdened heart a window to look at the world through a companion when one is inconsolably alone a candle flame in a darkening world a cloth line to hang the ***** laundry a water lily blooming in the pool of tears a shelter in homelessness sometimes it is a ladder to climb up to Heavens an angel on wings with tidings of hope peace in a world braced for war Poetry, if you are all these let us fall at your feet bless us in our art may we splurge in fancy and conjure up worlds from words! our poems may not be light houses but could be fireflies on a starless night!
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
What Poetry Is
Puissant piquant and predatory And observant from afar He looks down on your slumber Like a door that's left ajar Plying with his manly vice A reckless male visage A rogue of masculine device Seeks entrance to your mind He saunters with a swagger A macho savvy moxie To personify virility's incarnate His dream zone's metier He sifts your ****** entourage In search of sprawls recumbence To tantalize climactic fervor With lambent photic scenes Grasping at your revelries He spies the wanton lust With swanky strut appealing Your primal urge to sate He leaves undone resistance With innate resilience seized The lavish wayward implications Of unrequited livid deeds Like passion's lurid lecheries An insatiable torrid sooth You wrestle with his adamance Your  carnal ecstasies revealed You pounce on his exsertion You splay your agile form wriggling like a supple nymph You accept his blatant storm You writhe in your abandon In a euphoric supplication His machismo ****** enveloping Your wildest latent needs With no regrets or reticence you awaken from this dream To find yourself alone again Like it had never been
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Incubus
*frozen a lion stands tamed by the modeller's hands eyes unblinking he has no inkling why he can't move an ounce roar and pounce can't jump from his place to bite a chunk of flesh but bugged by the creator's flaws can't move a bit his paws stand there in dazed surprise in helpless awe before thousand eyes mouth agape in a tragic roar the truth dawning on him he's a king no more just a clayed clone of a lion*
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Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
Lion
I hate bad surprises Lurking in the dark Sitting Staring Waiting to pounce
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Surprises
All alone laying in wait, for your dreams to come true, the dreams of your Daddy, to come and take you to a new place. As I enter your room, the darkness is erased, my power you feel as reach for your hand, bring you to your feet look at my face. Quickly, I wrap my ropes around you, encasing my body in an elaborate web, criss crossing the rope no more mobility. Arms tight behind you elbows together, I lay you gently down as I stand above you, admiring my work and my ability. Laying on your back fully pinned down your legs spread wide exposing my very special kitty in all of its naked glory I begin to finger you as I kiss and **** on my **** two fingers in you making you nice and wet, I look up with no worry. My lips **** up your wetness, I come to you and share your taste, you lick my lips before I take you and kiss you deep. Your lolli is hard, ready to pounce, but I will have to wait, your pleasure is my only concern, even though it starts to seep. **** galore spread all in you, I press down gently on your ***** bone, as I enter a third finger which is nice and tight. You gasp as you adjust to the size, dilation begins you are opening up. Wider for daddy as he makes you feel right. Kissing you softly stroking my kitty, look in your eyes, blue on blue, lost and in your gaze, ready to give you some more. Slide gently the last finger in, slowly my kitty begins to expand, I wait a bit longer as I give you all of my four. Twist my hand, slightly to the side, as I tuck my thumb under my fingers and begin to slowly press up in to my hole. I stop for a moment as you whimper for the discomfort, I ease your mind, your pleasure is my only true goal. Relaxed you now become as I get my hand fully in you, My first is buried as I massage your spot, you try to buck. Bucking against my hand you are bound too tight, my hands is in you, beyond my wrist, now baby girl I will **** I **** you hard in and out, you start to scream in pleasure and delight, as I re position myself to give you a salty treat. My **** placed deep in your throat, ****** starts filling you full, don’t lose a drop, or suffer you will, no more defeat. My kitty tightens down on my hand, I feel it pulsate, it clamps my hand, my hand aches, i pound harder, deeper inside. You scream out wanting more, I push harder as you bite down on the pillow, you are for sure daddy’s pride.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
*******
All alone laying in wait, for your dreams to come true, the dreams of your Daddy, to come and take you to a new place. As I enter your room, the darkness is erased, my power you feel as reach for your hand, bring you to your feet look at my face. Quickly, I wrap my ropes around you, encasing my body in an elaborate web, criss crossing the rope no more mobility. Arms tight behind you elbows together, I lay you gently down as I stand above you, admiring my work and my ability. Laying on your back fully pinned down your legs spread wide exposing my very special kitty in all of its naked glory I begin to finger you as I kiss and **** on my **** two fingers in you making you nice and wet, I look up with no worry. My lips **** up your wetness, I come to you and share your taste, you lick my lips before I take you and kiss you deep. Your lolli is hard, ready to pounce, but I will have to wait, your pleasure is my only concern, even though it starts to seep. **** galore spread all in you, I press down gently on your ***** bone, as I enter a third finger which is nice and tight. You gasp as you adjust to the size, dilation begins you are opening up. Wider for daddy as he makes you feel right. Kissing you softly stroking my kitty, look in your eyes, blue on blue, lost and in your gaze, ready to give you some more. Slide gently the last finger in, slowly my kitty begins to expand, I wait a bit longer as I give you all of my four. Twist my hand, slightly to the side, as I tuck my thumb under my fingers and begin to slowly press up in to my hole. I stop for a moment as you whimper for the discomfort, I ease your mind, your pleasure is my only true goal. Relaxed you now become as I get my hand fully in you, My first is buried as I massage your spot, you try to buck. Bucking against my hand you are bound too tight, my hands is in you, beyond my wrist, now baby girl I will **** I **** you hard in and out, you start to scream in pleasure and delight, as I re position myself to give you a salty treat. My **** placed deep in your throat, ****** starts filling you full, don’t lose a drop, or suffer you will, no more defeat. My kitty tightens down on my hand, I feel it pulsate, it clamps my hand, my hand aches, i pound harder, deeper inside. You scream out wanting more, I push harder as you bite down on the pillow, you are for sure daddy’s pride.
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leering lurking before me crazy jet black coal eyes peer red crimson droplets forming on foaming saliva teeth as sharp as a bear trap baited and ready to pounce copyright gothic mistress 2012
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May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
a bear in a goths clothing
and it is the worst, y'know, that descent into silence, slow and all at once, they say, that sudden shaking sadness. it springs outta nowhere, see, that pounce, that shadow consuming, and see, suddenly you’re hollow. suddenly you’re gone, or you wanna be gone— like my heart’s tryin’ to pound only my chest’s on lockdown and no words’ll come out my mouth; see now, it just seems there ain’t nothing i can do. nah, see, i’m sorry, just— some days, i am consumed.
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Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
there is an earthquake in my chest
I wanna have *** I want to make love I want to be desired Like a fire is to oxygen I want someone to want me so badly they can't keep their hands off me I want to have *** all night long or til we pass out and then **** some more I want to **** like there's no tomorrow and our lives depended on it. I want to taste ***** and feel a woman's thighs wrapping face like a vice grip I want to kiss and lick her *** and get lost in the moment I want her to lick and **** me like I was a 3 star michillan resteraunt and she hadn't eaten for days I want to make love I want to lay on the couch cuddling in front the tv Or laying on the bed spooning the whole day away I want to look into a woman's eyes and see the love and and passion waiting to pounce on me. I want to have *** I want to **** At the park at night or in my car late at night I want to **** on a hike off the trail where no one can see (but might) Or some public bathroom where we might get caught. I want to have *** I want to use toys, rope and blindfolds, candles and wax To get as ***** as the moment takes us as we explore our bodies and sexuality I want to have ***
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
I Wanna Have ***
Lion strike Lion strike Laying low A herd of antelope Lion strike Lion strike Standing still Staring down the next **** Lion strike Lion strike Hurry, pounce Abrupt jounce Lion strike Lion strike Hunger subsides And you survive
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Lion Strike
I patrol in my backyard Cruising im my pedal car I can see the Joker Well, it's really a toy clown Locked safely away in the toy shed I am looking for Two Face A teddybear that my dog ripped So my Mum sewed up his face But now he is out there, free I must track him down I search for him in the kitchen There I spot the Scarecrow It is a puppet, long and thin I must stop in my search now So I can tackle with my foe I put the Scarecrow behind bars My search continues, relentless I see Two Face hiding in the lounge I now creep up, slowly behind him I pounce, the battle is long, but I win That scarred teddybear is put away Where he won't harm anymore toys My Batcave awaits, up in my bedroom I am sleepy, my eyes are feeling tired I am Batman, even I must sleep
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC
234: I Am Batman
The warmth of your lover holds An infant given no choice Behold, deliverance into a new world Hard work, destined just for the ordinary Raised in great love and care Left fear in his eyes, to decide how he would live his life Greatness sprouts in the deepest of dreams Boundaries kept around, without a sign of being free Swelling inside, was a concealed beast The coal furred animal, he holds Cold deep black eyes, with a mouth made to roar Once free from entrapment This Jaguar will pounce from the soul Out into the real world and soar
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
The Jaguar