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Utterly Tempestuous

Hatersaregoingtohate

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Reads 62
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Parts 33
Time 58m

Hatersaregoingtohate

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Heartbreak. Euphoria. Anguish. Bliss. Desire.
This is what I want to evoke in you, I want to reach my hand in your chest and control the beating of your heart breaking down the walls that surround it and telling you stories of something you didn't know you wanted. Something you didn't know you craved.
I want you to feel every emotion so much that it's overwhelming.


Desire:
"Can I fuck you?"
"Please?"
I let out a whimper as I kiss down the base of her throat.... 
"Until you arch that back of yours and close those pretty legs because it feels too much. Feels too good."

Anguish:
I've let you break me and break me until I couldn't breathe.
I've let you drown me in hopeless expectations.
I've let you crush me under manipulative pain and anger disguised as help.
You wrapped your arms around me and crushed my lungs between your fingers...

Euphoria:
I'll never have enough time with her. 
I could count every star, every constellation in the sky and I still wouldn't have enough time to love her.
Loving her is giving her your heart and she'll put it beside her window giving it all the reassurance and trust you need in the form of sunlight....All Rights Reserved

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Something Mending -- VOL 1 by EllieAO

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The Way He Owns Me by SamuelaMiranda

She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

Live Outside by BeanieBridger

Over the years, I've written many pieces of writing, and shared barely a fraction of them here. Recently, I find myself back here again, and in dire need of somewhere to write, and somewhere to share it. This is to be a collection of poems covering various states of emotion, as and when I write them. A lot has happened since I last wrote anything in general so, this is gonna be hard. I hope you all enjoy the journey I'm gonna take through writing all of this, it's gonna take a lot.

Naked by AeonianInfinite

"Fuck me please. Fuck me harder." I begged. "Fuck me as if you haven't fucked me like this before. Hurt me. Hurt me more. Make me feel. Make me bleed. Please don't ever stop." In all honesty, at this point, I would tell him anything just for him to stay. He left once. And I will not make him leave this time without leaving his mark on me.. *** This is a SEQUEL to the story 'Strip'. You don't have to read Strip in order to understand this story. This has mature content, although it is not purely sexual. It contains poetry and quotations.

His Dark Claim by Lunasads

"Why can't you let me go?" Her timid voice echoed through the walls of his heart and he heaved a deep sigh. He couldn't. How could he? She was the air he breathed. Blood in his veins. It was so simple and yet he couldn't make her understand. How did their relationship end up like this? He loved her and she loved him, didn't she? Then why? "I cannot do so, Dolcezza. I'll go crazy without you, you cannot leave me, I won't allow you to." And she shook her head, a laugh-filled with disbelief escaping her lips as she struggled to unbind herself from the chains. "Then at least free me of them." "No." A love so vicious it binds. A madness so deep it consumes. Escape is an illusion, and freedom... a cruel dream. For in his arms lies ruin... and in hers, salvation. ***** Celestine didn't know what love was until she crossed paths with her childhood crush, the stories of their childhood took them to their past and they started spending time with each other. She started finding her muse in his presence and he started giving her everything she ever desired. A loving night between them suddenly turned into a gruesome one for her when she found the dead body of her lover in the apartment they rented on their anniversary. Zagreus didn't know what jealousy was until he saw the love of his life finding solace in the arms of a man he loathed with his guts. Admiring and keeping her safe from his world, he decided to not interfere in her life and started protecting her from a distance. Until one day he found that the woman who was supposed to be his was dating his enemy behind his back. Love and care were replaced by raw anger and ravenous rage and he did what he thought he should have done initially. He claimed her. For hi,m love was a fire that scorches his heart, but madness, it was a damn poison that devoured him from the inside.

Poems To Him by VictoriaMilla

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Her disaster by arushimeena96

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A Self-love Story by Kirsten_Sharp

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