Monika Poem Words Novels & Stories

Monalisa could feel her legs vibrating at those words and his deep husky soul stealing voice. "Imagine my lips on your neck. imagine my tongue down there and my fingers down there playing with it simultaneously " he kissed her neck. Monalisa melted immediately and wrapped her hands around him. "I wouldn't mind getting fucked tonight. I think I'm wet already " she muttered. "I didn't fuck that bitch. The moans are fake. I asked her to do so to make you jealous babe. I wouldn't do anything to hurt my sweet flavour, never. I ...love...you" he said the words softly, making Monalisa go crazy.

Just then, Monica called out to her, "Summer, there's one more thing I need to tell you." "Yes?" "No matter what, you must keep going. I can only rely on you," Monica said. Feeling puzzled by her words, Summer sought further clarification. Monica simply shook her head and said, "If you don't understand now, you will in time." With that, Monica stood up, turning gracefully. The gentle breeze lifted her long hair, giving her a forlorn and solitary appearance. It was as if her back was shrouded in loneliness. Summer couldn't understand why Monica seemed so melancholic. Was she truly feeling sorrow?

He cornered Camille to the wall and Monika stepped back, bumping into the wall behind her. "It doesn't matter. You favourite boy toy is dying. Choose me." Monika screamed back. Dying? Dying? What is she talking about? Adom felt the world rotated quite fast and Adom nearly lost his ground. He swayed a bit before he had a grip to the wall as a support. "What the hell are you talking about?" Adom shouted.

this was one Monique's ambiquous statements before she did what she did. I used to think they were her lines in the poems she loved the most. I was stuck in the past when something scared the hell out of me. I lay still in silence amd waited for the worst.

MONICA. My whole world stops at those words. It seems like they're traveling at super low speed, whirling around my head and lingering in the air, refusing to have a touch down and land right where they belong. But when the words finally start making sense to me, I just stand there silently.

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

Like you don't know? Monika Vardanovna freed her head from Natalya's hands, got up, took off all her clothes and, in this naked form, sat on Natalya's hips. - Do you like me a little? Look what shape I'm in. I will be like this for a long time. I'll be your slave, your slut, just don't drive me away. You won't kick me out today, will you? I can't drive anymore. Pouting her lips, Monika Vardanovna looked at Natalia with her big brown eyes and fluttered her fluffy eyelashes.