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SkinA Poem by Whitney WI miss your touchYour sensitive, soft skinI miss your kissThe electrifyingrushI miss your smileAs bright as the sunI miss you voiceLike an angels from.. |
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Love In The NudeA Poem by Stacy PurvisLove- with soft and congenial mirth,Great Passion gives forth to this birth.An advantageous crusade to sequesterWhen dreams of an amorous nature do ve.. |
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ChapterTwo: SunriseA Chapter by Stacy PurvisMorgan was afraid to love again. David didn’t know how. Would life and time change the two or would they lose the chance and pass like two lost.. |
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In The MomentA Story by Britt WorthExposed.Contaminated.Filthy.I can’t get my skin to stop crawling from the touch of your hands.Hide.I must hide away from the view of the world b.. |
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Morning SessionsA Poem by Ms. TwitchInspired by Era |
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VolcanoA Poem by Ms. TwitchHe said the wrong thing to the right woman. |
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InspiredA Poem by Maxwell KellyA poem about my disillusionment with society, and the inspiration a few people have given me. |
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Just One MinuteA Poem by Bohrium GuyThat moment you wish someone would see you for who you are... |
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Midnight RedA Poem by Stacy PurvisA little something from the past I thought I'd share. |
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Her Beauty ~ My inner thoughtsA Poem by PaulMesmerized by her natural beauty, Her dark brown eyes gazed upon me, As if to say, at last... "I have finally found you!" Affectionately mystifi.. |
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Happily Ever AfterA Poem by ayejodieMarriage |
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Lady In Red.A Story by PoeticSoulHe remembered that she was the lady in red. The dress flaunted her romantic silhouette effortlessly,a thigh-high slit revealing just enough to teas.. |
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The DreamA Story by Omar RamonA collection of my experiences having dreams |
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Riley SpiritA Poem by BGratuity born to an ode of freedomThe shrouded stars would never gather in one placeAs the discerning mind climbs mountains of speedSeeing the path of.. |
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Reflect Silent MeadowsA Poem by BThe seamless sounds of sedative water fallsTaken by this clever certitude never mistakenQuiet are the pacific waves passingAs our bodies immensely rec.. |
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Water Never turns to AirA Poem by BThe once cherished workings stood dusting the nightWater erasing the sturdy marks of this windAs the estoric night blew us throughAnother rare memory .. |
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To be lovedA Poem by BThe ugliness murks outside of this soulLiving by a beauty mark of pink lipstickTo breath into this temporized body novel lifeAs the ambushed waters fl.. |
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