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My ReverenceA Poem by NipplegrinderSome Erotic Poetry |
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Till First Morning LightA Poem by Calebsmith775A poem about nature and insects from a different point of view. |
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AgainA Poem by Nipplegrinder**EROTICA** EXTREMELY EXPLICIT |
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Fu*k Him AlreadyA Poem by NipplegrinderJust a fun little piece of Smut. |
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Happy BirthdayA Poem by The AshKat ProjectsWhen your thoughts take over...and the moments consume. ... |
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Kept InsideA Poem by Nipplegrinder**EROTICA** |
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CongratulationsA Poem by dillonjensenI was going to make a really long and dramatic post about love, but I'll leave it at I played myself. |
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Moonlight LoveA Poem by natureisleloveIn the Shadows of a pale moonlight,I envisioned making love beneath the starlight.Being deeply tangled up,with such mangled feelingsgave up and walked.. |
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Reapers of ThornsA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis piece symbolizes the cycle of systemic oppression though a love poem. |
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My PrisonA Poem by NipplegrinderDid the time you tasted me tell you to savor me? Did the time your teeth met my flesh tell you to eat as a starving stray? Did the time your lips .. |
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Black And White FilmA Poem by NipplegrinderEXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND ADULT CONTENT |
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FulfillmentA Poem by NipplegrinderContains Mature Themes |
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The Mulberry BushA Story by NipplegrinderContains Graphic Language and Sexual Theme *EROTICA* |
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InvocationA Poem by Nipplegrinder*EROTICA* Contains Mature Language and Themes |
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Nocturnal desireA Poem by Luka Arabella Jocí..The drought kills the thirst, My mind begins to freeze The moon upon the sky - I had a dream last night Momentarily not a lot, My eyes dart.. |
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Seriously Slipping AwayA Poem by NipplegrinderIt began with the scent in the air. Burning wood. The scent sent her hands to her c**t. Silently slipping Sensuous slide Seriously slipping away .. |
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Prismatic...A Poem by Mala MukherjeeA splash of colour |
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Bad HabitsA Poem by Lady Pearla comparison between two bad habits of different nature but having similar effects |
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No TitleA Story by Marouane El MasmoudiA soft light coming from the corridor, a girl's voice from a wooden radio in the corner. He was lying on his back on his bed with a book over his fa.. |
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