poem

On this the night, All Hallows Eve, The creatures come out For a time to play With tricks And treats And costumes galor We celebrate this night With all our friends Such as the ghosts, And goblins, And witches too Who will we see On this the night All Hallows Eve? The real idea Behind...

She joins me on the sofa and leans into me she rests her head on my arm and stretches her legs out she looks at me and smiles “stop looking at my feet” she says, it's like she's never met me I get up to do something I don't remember what; it doesn't matter I come back and walk toward the side...

Try and add another word or turn this into a poem or something similar see if it will go: I'am not a ::) WITCH, BITCH, OR SWITCH

Yeah, i got bored, so i'm writing a poem as i type this. Woo. We sit alone, no others in sight Your mind wanders, of certain delight My mind conjures evil schemes And you're my victim, so it seems Without warning, or any hint I grab your ankles, which you happily lent Assuming a massage, you...

i didnt write this, i just thought it was beautiful and wanted to share it with my TT family...the poem is based on the character The Boss from Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater A TRUE PATRIOT She must follow her orders given by the man do what's best for the country do what's best for...

Hello again my friends. I decided to share with you this poem. I know it's not that great, but i feel that i must do something in these forums, to keep from being that annoying guy that gives nothing back. So, here it is. Immolation. How long has it been? Since you were innocent? Is it so hard...

Twas the seventh of December and no decorations in sight No tree by the corner, no twinkling lights. No stockings hung on the chimney with care No candles on the mantle, the place looks so bare. Twas the seventh of December need i say more My husband spent all last week doing veggies and...

Feel my kisses on your cheek... Touching you softly as I speak Whispering kisses in your ear... As I tickle you, but oh so dear! Precious giggles and sighs from your lips, As I tease and play with your swollen tips! You're so precious when you cry and sigh, When I lick my way down your creamy...

She blinks her eyes, she's in the stocks, Another blink, no shoes, no socks....Her still warm feet meet the cool, damp, dungeon air, she wiggles her toes and tries to prepare.... This time (he) won't break her, she'll be strong and brave, won't live her life as a mere tickle slave.... Both...

Shyness, Doubt, and Loneliness You first come in knowing That someone new will be around You start to feel shy And decided not to make a sound Later on you had some friend But you don't know if they are good or bad You start to doubt yourself or other And forget the one you already had You...

This is not a story per-se so I thought I would post it here: Tingling with anticipation, as though on a first date. Mutually captivated, one by restraints the other by imagination. Smooth exposed skin, needing to be touched and fondled. Pinned and trapped, a prisoner of pleasure held captive...

I just though it would be nice for me to share this now. So here we go. Why do people fight Even when it's wrong It always lead to trouble And soon they are long gone Why do people fight We can all be friends Even if we're different We'll be together to the end Why do people fight It leads to...

The following was written by James McIntyre in July of 1889 in Toronto. It was written as a tribute to the largest cheese ever to exist. Said cheese weighed over 7000 lbs and was on display at the Ontario provincial fair that year. It may also be the worst poem ever to be written. Ode on the...

though i don't know where to put it, i decided to leave it here I dunno if ya like it or it's correct english (I'm german) so here we have it : grab those sides and grab those ribs grab those bellys, thights and hips move your fingers on her skin it's surely fun and maybe sin she giggles...

Dysfunctional Family Christmas... Eggnog, tinsel, falling snow Buttered rum and mistletoe Christmas trees and hanging lights The sound of carolers fills the night Shopping hours long and hard Visa phones and cancels card Unpaid bills and mounting debts Family gathers; depressions sets...

Tired of 100-plus degrees of nightmare summer misery? Here's just the thing to bring down the temperature... Pokemon playfulness, set to lapping waves! Misty cavorts with a herd of Horsea, receiving a bit of incidental tickling along the way (**/F, foot and underarm). Below is the accompanying...

Pokemon trainer May ponders the perils of spelunking, with a bit of prodding from Spinerak (via foot tickling). I've provided two versions of the picture: one done in standard colors; and another converted to monochromatic cool blue tones, appropriate to the subterranean theme. The accompanying...

Here's another Pokemon picture and poem combination. The picture is of Mew/Jessie, tummy tickling. As last time, there is no tickling content in the poem: “Enchanted Mew” I've got some news, an extra too, For late last night I saw a Mew! She soared above the ground! “How can it be?” you ask...

Endless Pleasure Blissful Blossoming of Bountiful Gales, Careful Caressing of Giddy Columbs, Innocent Intentions of Impending Glee, Thunderous Turmoil of Galant Tossing. Smiles slipping softly, so sweet, so subtle, Ambiental amountings, averaging aloft. Feelings overwhelming, Heaven's Gates...

Tami lays on the table biting her lip she's focused so hard on the feather and its tip for her it dangles so close and so ugly its the implement of torture that will extract her laughs and screams so justly her place she still does not know nonetheless her fate is forever closed she waits...