Wild Poems
Ode to Despair
by Igor Vykhovanets
A Fool's Saint
There’s saints for all —
For fishers too!
But fools stand tall,
Their plight askew.
Their numbers reign,
No saint in sight!
Yet once again,
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Pack
by Sally RoseForever prowling the slick rain stained streets, dazed and bathed by the moonlight and mother nature's embrace, you are graced by the wild wind as you shed your skin to the feral calls of your kin.
Continue readingShe, I and desires
by Jayesh Goyal
I could sense her adrenalin through the chorus of her silver anklets mumbling “La Isla Bonita ....”
My hands cup her face as I get lost in the motions - the way her tongue steals my breath
The way my body pressed against hers, moulding into position and as she felt the passion growing
A rush of pulsating beats against her inner thigh and she became breathless, lost in blazing desire
Pressing her against the wall removing her fabrics of inhibitions, lips tracing her neck before licking each aroused tit
Crouching - pressing my lips on her navel, tongue unzipping her belly button - hot, horny, wanting lips action, intense
A hand running along her wet petals, waiting to the excitement I was soon to bring
Soon the butterflies faded, and passion kicked in - I lay on the yoga mat on the floor
Her moaning eyes, her fragrant oxters, the cacophony of her lips, the murmurs of her tongue making me wild randomly... inviting her to quench my thirst
I begin kissing her ankles - moving to her calves to thighs
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An Ode to HER
by Jayesh Goyal
Dressed with simplicity, laced with sensuality, and crowned with fantasies – I watched her dancing like a colorful butterfly
Her sensuality was the inferno to my desires, keeping me trapped in her everlasting spell
Her amber eyes spin like champagne in a glass, the shimmering rubies in her eyes bubble for a sparkling moment - setting me on fire
Red lips, full of hints - so close yet so far - my masculinity was adamant in its confusion
Roses, Poison Ivy, and pheromones glide through her neck, dripping in crystal like the black magic she controls
My arms went through her with spirit as I hook up her blouse - her mounds of pleasure swing – as I swallow them with wanton and attention
And ecstasy blossomed through her fragrant oxters as she raised her arms to tie her hair – invigorating the horse in me as I kissed and licked each of them, voraciously
Blindfolded, she bit hard on the cool satin pillow against the aggressive claws of my kisses, as they blaze a trail of desire down her curved spine to her core.
Soft strokes stirred her attention, her body trembling at the imaginary impact, of my flesh within her.
Silently I watch intrigued at the strength that continues building. Gasping she moaned in ecstasy, uncontrollable want burning within us.
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She, the Poetry
by Jayesh Goyal
She is whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
Even thousands of orchids can’t compare to her beauty, she is uniquely rapturous
Look at the beauty in her eyes, eyes like demons dancing in ecstasy
Her fragrance is like poison ivy, perfume of fatal attraction as she flaunts her silky oxters
Her smile makes angels weep out of jealousy, her laughter delights the intoxicated butterflies
For she's the comeliest of all flowers, no wonder butterflies of desire dance around her
A puzzled flower that moves so gracefully, the whispers of my storms sway her curves so seductively
She is like a chef-d'oeuvre of fine art, a mystical fusion of Kama and Rati
For her beauty, amazing, like molten gold, speaking to me in the language of wild raindrops
Her carefree voice is like an irresistible serenity that seem to murmur - show me the fire so we both could play
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Ode to Despair
by Igor Vykhovanets
A Fool's Saint
There’s saints for all —
For fishers too!
But fools stand tall,
Their plight askew.
Their numbers reign,
No saint in sight!
Yet once again,
......
Green Door
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The paneled green door
opens to a sea of blooms-
purple passion fumes
A garden door to still bliss
at the edge of wilderness.
Saturday Wild
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Diamonds in the waves
'til by and by sea kissed sky-
Many shades of blue.
Honeyed day of the roses
tangled on pathways of life.
Sweet strawberries wild,
birds screech ere cricket twilight-
Yellow Saturday.
Hoarse frogs on the lily pads
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Pack
by Sally RoseForever prowling the slick rain stained streets, dazed and bathed by the moonlight and mother nature's embrace, you are graced by the wild wind as you shed your skin to the feral calls of your kin.
Continue readingThe Bear (Story)
by Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius
Chapter 1
“Love you desperately, all of you, my little babies!”
Now they were different. They were much bigger in size. Love was pouring out from her.
There was a lot of love for them, protection for them, food she would provide, and a lot for the little ones to learn from her. They were like little tiny balls of life staring into her eyes, making baby-like sounds as they walked around her. It was nice weather for them to come out of their den. Winter was over.
She did what she had to. She was learning herself, she was learning for her first time to be a mother. She was very strict and a little intense, for now. But her senses told her differently. As a loving mother, you had to cherish them, as they are your blood and they are your trouble and responsibility.
Winter had faded away and spring was blooming all around them. They were coming out of a deep sleep and the little balls of energy were facing the real world for the first time.
She was a brown bear. Now, after coming back from hibernation she didn’t look anything like it. She was thin and weak, but she would gain her weight with time. She had gotten pregnant last summer and while asleep, during winter, had given birth to two beautiful cubs. When they came out, they were small and hairless. She wiped them off with her tongue and put them close to her belly, she knew that they would figure out what to do. And they did.
Now it was spring, the forest was turning green; snow was melting quickly, leaving only the tips of the mountains white and the bases darker and darker every day. Rivers were floating downwards much quicker, dispensing thousands of gallons of water with tremendous speed. Even if she couldn’t find anything substantial on the ground to eat and feed her cubs, she would go to the rivers for help.
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