absurd things on this site! I find that it is interesting to see what people post without judging to a point. Some of it is about role play, but when I see the age group is a teen? Hello! Red flags!
And if you are a teen posting this kind of stuff, where are your parents while...
if he exists..
i like to wonder
wonder off to a place where 'we' is a reality.
where struggles dissolve, and pain, numb.
where trees whisper, and thoughts fly.
where you and i can escape.
where our kisses are silent, but our minds loud.
our hearts committed, and our...
I just logged in on EP. I read nothing but boring posts such as this one. EP just isn't the same anymore. Better posting rule that allowed for decent posts. Now that it's almost to the point where simple clean post aren't ok but some of the sick daddy daughter breast feeding...
that I could just scream. Would that do any good?? I doubt it. I'm restless as well. I just need something.. I don't even know what it is or where to find it. So will keep searching...but at this rate...it's not looking to promising. Maybe I'm just meant to be the way I am...
Take my time with you.
Every inch. Every twist. Every turn.
I lay you down and pepper your smooth, soft skin with kisses from my plump lips.
My finger tips trace the contours of your body.
I want to fill you, I want to thrill you,
but right now more than anything,
because the types of things I'm seeing posted by teenagers is truly disturbing...
- Wtf is up with some of the desperation? I like reading some of this stuff, but some is just downright sad.
- No...just for future reference, I don't want to sit on your face.
- I do appreciate...
She was imperfect to you
But for me she was whole
The years passing by
She struggled to conform
But she shined like the sun
A free spirit was born
The pain in her heart
And the kindness that survived
How do you not love
A girl so alive
Because that light in her eyes...
pushes and pulls through me.
Leverage gained, she has become indifferent from the rest.
Laughing haunts through winter trees, a wicked symphony at play.
She, a homeless wind, offered no quarter...left, only to return.
I thought She was mine, but I was the one who was claimed.
Before I could touch Her flesh, She learnt my traits,
I was so sure She was tied, but I was the one bound.
Ignoring the human, She saw the beast,
She was on leash, and I was Her feast.
Before I could see, The Siren...
I'll take care of you when you're sick. I'll cuddle you when you're cold. I'll tell you funny stories when you're sad. If you need to b!tCh, I'll listen & b!tCh with you. I'll cook for you. I'll sing to you when we're on our long drives & on the phone. If you want to go...
Each over lapping, unrestrained by rules.
I paint your loss and times well spent. I paint the feeling of a warm sun. I paint the cold of darkness that you can't see.
I am a blind man, painting with described colors.