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 Meander under stoic arches that have Stood for lives on end. Revel in wondrous gardens with only Nature as your friend. Your calm and... [read more] |
 سادِرٌ في شُرودِه.. ومُطيلُ وَيْكأنَّ الحياةَ منهُ تسيلُ لم يهُنْ قلبُهُ وإنْ أوهَنتْهُ سطوةُ العمر والجوى والرحيلُ هكذا شوقُه... [read more] |
 In a world where shadows weave and light does sing, There stands a tale, "The Fellowship of the Ring," Of courage born in hearts both true a... [read more] |
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Just next to his jewels' pouch, the enclosure invites your attention. Your gentle thrust is matched by its warm, tender enclosure of y... [read more] |
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If, like the Innkeeper, you accuse every opponent of a plot, will that disguise your own nerfarious ideas, like as not? Starward [read more] |
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Falling behind, the Innkeeper's campaign is in a panic. So now they play music associated with the sunkent Titanic. Starward [read more] |
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Like slumbering kittens, two adolescent boys sleep, naked, in each other's arms (and this sleepover was parentally approved); on rumpled dar... [read more] |
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He knows you will not ask him to take his socks off; his other clothes, yes, tossed n a pile with yours; but not those soft, blue crew socks... [read more] |
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Naked with him, you are both enveloped by Saturday morning's summery light; shafts of light shimmer as you take him into your mouth; his swe... [read more] |
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At the pond's edge, where the swans float, the boyfriends (long-haired, slender) have removed their shoes and shirts; beneath their cargos'... [read more] |
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When you, long-haired and naked, release the surge of your sweetness (as you pleasure peaks) upon me, its glistening iridescence reminds me... [read more] |
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Clad in a gold mesh tee and gray dress slacks, cuffed, he took his shoes and socks off at the window overlooking the city, looking up to sta... [read more] |
 The take over is just beginning Her hand at work Evil wicked little puppet master Perfection to a T Loathsome and cruel An election s... [read more] |
 In the cradle’s whisper, a storm stirs silent screams — tendrils of terror twist through soft, surrendered flesh, where shadows whisper, p... [read more] |
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In shadowed depths, silence grips — A soul caught in a web of night,Threads of power, tight and cold,Dreams dissolve, lost from sight... [read more] |