Poetry Lover Romane & Geschichten

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from the back underneath the dim light at the upper deck. "What?" she was amused. "Rumi ... the poet ... have you ever heard of him?" he pressed the side of his face on her temple, the night wind blew against their hair and he inhaled her scent deep into his lungs. "Hmm ... the Persian poet, I'm familiar with his poetry, but I never heard that one before," she leaned her head on his chest, he felt more and more like a lover to her as the hours went by. "He's my favorite, everything he said touched me to my core ... it's amazing how someone has so much wisdom that many can relate to ... I will be waiting here ... for your silence to br

I squeezed her tightly against me, feeling our unborn children between us. Rain started glowing brightly, almost as bright as the sun. She engulfed me in it, causing me to feel the absolute bliss she was feeling, both of us glowing bright. We illuminated the night sky before us. "I love you Nate Viseron." "I love you Rain Lancaster. "

“Actually, I think I’ll turn in.” “Aren’t you going to eat?” “I’ll get room service. See you in the morning.” “Sleep well!” I call after him, and he gives me a gloomy nod over his shoulder. “Poor guy,” says Lorcan, after Richard has disappeared from view. “He really loves her.” “I think so.” “No one writes a poem like that unless they’re so in love that their faculties have become temporarily defective.” “More than a zloty,” I quote, suddenly getting the giggles. “Zloty?”

"Today will be a truly inspiring day. I'll be having the privilege of witnessing incredible performances that celebrate cultures from around the world." He pauses, scanning the attentive faces before him. "I want to share something personal with you all," Ryan continues. "Consider it an inauguration. I have always had a passion for poetry. It's a form of expression that allows me to delve into emotions and stories in a way that connects deeply with others." Whispers of interceptions ripple through the audience as Ryan opens up, his words genuine and heartfelt. "Writing poetry has been a source of solace and inspiration for me. Today, I'd like to share a poem I wrote, inspired by moments of r

I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay. I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in. I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’ I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way. “Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”

“Baby, I'm dancin' in the dark with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass while listenin' to our favourite song. When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath. But you heard it, darlin', you look perfect tonight…” People cheered and applauded. Suddenly it was like they all became friends there. Alexander still laughed and continued to sing. He held her hand, as if he was getting support from there. She was very happy at that moment. I don't think she remembers the last time she felt such intense pleasure. Seeing him happy brought great joy to her heart as well. “Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know. She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share h

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

Ava’s POV The soft hum of conversation mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as rain pattered gently against the windows. Warm light spilled from vintage lamps, casting a cozy glow over the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs. On the wall hung two beautiful clocks—"The Perfect Lovers," as they were affectionately called. They always moved in perfect synchronization, their hands dancing together in harmony. Watching them, I couldn't help but imaged my future lover. It was a night like any other in the quaint coffee shop, until a regular customer walked in.

"We just share the same name. The pregnancy is indeed quite a coincidence. It's an honor to share the same name as the Shadow pack's Luna!" Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful name! You're so lucky!" Then she said sympathetically, "He's so pitiful. His Luna left him because of a misunderstanding. Do you think his Luna will forgive him after seeing this video?" I shook my head gently, my tone firm. "I don't think so. His Luna must have given him many chances and only left when she was completely heartbroken. As for misunderstandings, I believe there are no misunderstandings when faced with facts."