Daniel Long

Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Dark Honey

Your desire
is slow and thick,

dark honey
dripping
from every glance.

You
trace
my spine
with deliberate sweetness,

each touch a question,
and a claim.

I melt into you,

into the warmth
you draw out of me,
drop
by
drop.

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- redzone
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Day 8 of Poetry month and here is a poem dripping with sweet honey!! Way cool Curly Grace. -Curt
Lizz wrote a new post

• 3 months, 3 weeks ago

A Story I Can't Tell

Poetry

April 8, 2026

8

I was always told, You never know someone, Until you share a roof, a life laid bare. He was the sun, a charming, loving glow, A man I worshipped, beyond compare. But shadows lengthen, darkness takes its hold, The man I knew is now...

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8 Comments
- Atticus Abbey
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Life is not always the way one envisions it.
  - Lizz
    3 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    That is so true.
- Damian DeadLove
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Powerfully penned, Lizz. A very heavy write my friend. Appreciate you.
  
  Damian
  - Lizz
    3 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Thank you 😊
- Tim
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Being trapped and alone with an abusive man must be agony. The only way out is to GET OUT. That kind of isolation and fear needs to be reported.
  - Lizz
    3 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Iv tried Neither of those worked because he never left bruises. People seem to think that it’s easy to get out of iv tried to leave and was stupid enough to come back.
    - Tim
      3 months, 3 weeks ago
      
      There’s no where you can go? Parents house? Brother or sister’s house? Sucks. You can’t live that way.
- Lizz
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Nope I don’t talk to much of my brothers and I think I let my closest brother down and what he done for my it put his life on the line so now because of that I’m already getting ready to leave and now summer is coming I don’t mind being on the street for a while.
Lizz wrote a new post

• 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Erotic Fingers

Erotica, Poetry

April 8, 2026

8

💋HERS💋 His fingers don’t just touch— They decide. They map me like they already know where I soften, where I shiver, where my breath betrays me before my mouth ever will. I feel them before they arrive— that pause, that hovering heat, that delicious cruelty of waiting while my body...

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8 Comments
- Atticus Abbey
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  This is great erotica.
  - Lizz
    3 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Thanks I’m slowly getting better at it
- Backdeckbenny (Peter)
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Very well written and a little arousing.
  🫦
  - Lizz
    3 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Thanks and good to hear 😘
- M.E
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  I loved the her/him perspective.
  Erotic FINGERS touch. Erotic TOES curl. “)
- Lizz
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Thank you 😊 I do try to do both perspectives and maybe a Duet given it turns out good
- Damian DeadLove
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Passionately penned, Lizz. Amazing erotica this is a very steamy write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
  
  Damian
- Duhsjaak
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Chère L.,
  The way I read it, is that the erotic part is unmistakably there. And it is wonderful.
  
  But the deeply felt/feld part that is human, is up front.
  
  This is love more than anything else.
  What a write!
  Truly love it to bits!
  
  Please, keep those poems coming.
  Warm regards, Gus
Lizz wrote a new post

• 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Ashes To Ashes

Poetry

April 8, 2026

2

The myriad of pages burning contain my written sorrows and scribed pain, they leave nothing in their dark wake but bitter betrayal and lingering shame. Memories torment me time and again tears that fall without pause or refrain, leaving their...

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2 Comments
- Damian DeadLove
  3 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  Powerfully penned, Lizz. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
  
  Damian
  - Lizz
    3 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Thank you 😊
Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 3 months, 3 weeks ago

You Have Roughly…
‘We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are’ – Men
Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
You have roughly…
Who’s that girl? Her name’s Furl,
Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
You have roughly five…
Why the mask? Man, don’t ask!
Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!
You have roughly five minutes…
What, she, say? Man, no way!
Ohm! Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!…Read More

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