poetry

poetry

So what if the airin Paris smells of romance?My shirt smells of you.

So what if the airin Paris smells of romance?My shirt smells of you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How many fears came between us?Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hellrained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.Horror tore this world asunder.While inside the bleeding smokeand beyond the shredded weeping fleshwe memorized tales of infinite good.--from The History Lesson

How many fears came between us?Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hellrained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.Horror tore this world asunder.While inside the bleeding smokeand beyond the shredded weeping fleshwe memorized tales of infinite good.--from The History Lesson

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today?

Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.

My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There is no hope for the hopeless but there is always some love for the loveless.

There is no hope for the hopeless but there is always some love for the loveless.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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