

never aloneto this end, shamed and forgotten my depth known, in this dark alone for to long holding my breath waiting for the release of death that ectasy of joyous relief comes not in shades of grey, but in colors of crimson this wonderous color of life your heart pulsing like a light, beckoning pulling me like a moth to the flame closer i draw, eyes beholding wonderment oblivious to deceit, praising to the lords on high my breath held in suspense could you be real? could you be really mine? could this be real? could i of found my relief, bereft of deceit. &never alone


To my darling daughterTo hold you in my arms as you slept Would of brought tears of joy Instead I have in sorrow, wept and when i can, sent you a toy Im sorry I was not there in the beginning Im sorry I couldn't see your first step, Tears of Joy and Sorrow You are so beautiful, my darling daughter Already they tell me you find dark joy Your Laugh I've heard it and it makes me feel warm my darling anna my first child You have a special place in my heart one no can replace Even though you are young I cannot wait to be close to watch you grow I know you mTo my darling daughter


fallings without my soulThe sky it seems higher, Perhaps its because Im falling farther Hands stretched before me, grasping grasping for the narrow ledge Tears leak from broken eyes crying in sightless blackness unknown to those around him The Gates straining to burst his soul shivers with strain fraying reality, dementia sets in focus driftingfallings without my soul
these tears I cry, do not flow for the depression I feel, has no end To choose between me and him near this dismal end


My one and onlyher beauty, with skin so soft the sight of her sends my skin aflame her touch heaven sent above lips so perfect, with skin so clean sending my soul to life forever it seems taunting me til my litte death of relief given to me be her lips her words make me shiver consuming me with want stirring my passion to higher ends and to higher ends of want her i do crave, life, food, and air my porcelain angel from above My one and only, my corazon my one and only my dearest loveMy one and only
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"Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another"
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"The difference between me and a madman is the madman thinks that he is sane. I know that I am mad."- Salvador Dalí
"I'm in the Mystress' harem and it hurts so good!" [link]
Dig It: [link]
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the sexth sence "i see bouncing boobs"
all [[ Hentai ART ]] inside
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"The difference between me and a madman is the madman thinks that he is sane. I know that I am mad."- Salvador Dalí
"I'm in the Mystress' harem and it hurts so good!" [link]
Dig It: [link]
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"The difference between me and a madman is the madman thinks that he is sane. I know that I am mad."- Salvador Dalí
"I'm in the Mystress' harem and it hurts so good!" [link]
Dig It: [link]
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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"Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another"
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Join the fun, join the Harem ~jessiesheram
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