Caspaerotes tis Marion

by ~RazielXavier

My little plaything from my past—
Sit right down and listen to my tale
A tale of a once loved toy

This toy was once loved and revered
A figure of minor infatuation
Boredom call me to you

Now, oh, but now…
I have no use for you in my toy chest
Sad to see you go?

Why would I be sad to see a useless toy—
A plaything of which I have grown tired of using
And use you I did— yet you wouldn’t notice

Too busy with your own fickle pleasure
Too busy to realize that I have moved on
I have moved on to a better plaything

A plaything that plays back
This new toy has given me what you never could
What you never could or ever will

A pla

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love-hentai-sex1989:

Is this a good enough scenario? Tim and Sara were great friend that lost touch after graduating high school but found each other years later. Even though Tim is now married to Veronica he still has a strong lust for Sara. When he tells Veronica she agrees that Sara is very attractive girl and…

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Polyamory is a term that means ‘many loves’. It does not imply that people are looking to marry multiple people (nor does it exclude that they may). Those loves may be explored in a variety of relationship styles - from dating, to living together, to raising kids together, group marriages or…

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by ~RazielXavier

Rendezvous: French, literally “present yourself”.

Julia walked slowly out of the shower and giddily into her master bedroom. Upon approaching her computer desk she realized she had a message. She quickly grabbed her blue bathrobe without hesitation, and sat down in her black leather computer chair. Julia clicked on the message box to open it. Once she had opened it her eyes went wide. It was a message from Nathan, and he seemed chatty.

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~Nathan: Julia, are you there, gorgeous? I would really love to chat with you about a few things. I really hope you respond quickly. I don’t have much time to myself right now. And as of a few days ago, I

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starlightandcitystreets:

The buildings are carcasses,
decrepit shadows from better days.
They burn red with the embering sun,
falling to charcoal and scars for the earth.

Children used to leap over river banks,
across moss stones in search of river mouth mysteries;

those joys are spattered in blood,
propped next to…

thereign:

Oh my dear
Oh my sweet
Where do you lie in these empty streets?
So cold with hate
That I can taste
It on your lips
Oh my dear
What have we come to?
Your eyes squeeze out tears of invisibility.
Your heart tosses and turns in your hollow chest
Oh darling
Tell me when will this be?
When…