TheOldWolf - Butterflies
NiexieButterflies in a glass orb.
Dancing in their graces,
flitting around.
Circling,
gliding.
Fluttering.
A beating heart.
Companions, two in tandem.
Never close, never far.
Meant to want to be where they are.
Closed, surrounded,
in their transparent cage.
Watched,
Onlookers gazing,
At the dancing, beating wings.
superlegend - Entry 1
superlegend - Entry 2Flushing down the crimson valley,
a tidal wave - moving fast,
rushing through my soul's alley -
a curse that you have cast
for the thought of your love moves me,
holding you tight - it shatters foundations.
Our warm winter cuddles I want to be,
your face - my infatuations.
But these waves never stop coming down,
these passions - their tortures never end.
Is this then love -
calling your name in the winter wind?
Is this then love -
longing for your warm embrace?
From deep within the ocean blue,
I see your face - a starry hue
LeewardFrom oceans deep, I see your face -
a starry sky, an empty place.
Beneath leagues of icy water plains,
I call for you - my soul's refrains.
When I'd hold you tight in a warm embrace -
would it be as wonderful as I think it to be?
Your fluffy yeen sneaking up from behind,
arms sliding around your waste, beautifully outlined -
would this loving surprise, a fursuit snug,
be as lovely as it seems to be?
Can't we just cuddle on our couch,
your chosen film buzzing through the night?
My whispers warm as we cozily slouch -
our priceless love, having taken flight.
My call to your unanswered face -
a fluttering echo in this sunken place.
Valentine's Day sucks
Commercial scam holiday
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