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Burning with no choice but sadness
The scent calls me in
I listen to then calling
Chiming their symphony of hate

Dew wets the grass
I walk a deadly path

Slipping through the trees
I do it all with ease

There stood before me
Is the prey that I desire
Now I feel the hunters fire

I circle closer
Keeping him in sight

I circle closer
don’t want him to put up a fight

I take my fill
I leave him still

I am the hunter
And my job is done

You can have good sex by being mentally,emotionally and experienced. You can feel the need to be with that person and you feel having a bigger size makes you feel more experienced.

A teenage boy, who is scared to ask one main question incase people laugh at him, he just can't stop thinking about it. Is it just fantasy in his head or is he just Talkin' To Himslef?

This is what i feel about love. What do you think about love? commite on this and say what you think! Things happeneds to me and i dont think im a normal person at all.

short story about murder and police work, mentions autopsy and murder details explicitly, not for people who do not like thrillers, etc........

A modern urban legend. The classic legend of the red Poinsettias is from old Mexico. This is a new urban white flower version from California.

Parker Salisbury is dating a girl with the social graces of a cigar store Indian. So why is he giving Lilly an engagement ring later this evening?

"As she turned to open the car door she froze as she saw on the silvery ribbon of the road three dark shapes close, and for a moment, menacing like grown men with their hands held up. Then they shifted position and she saw the sheen of the moon on their flanks and the antlers, branch like, against the sky. Red deer stags, cautious, stopping to check her out as they crossed the road. One of them coughed. Their hooves clicking delicate steps they moved off slowly, a faint swishing of the undergrowth marking their progress.
What was it like to be them at night, stepping dainty on hooves through this landscape, nostrils keenly alert, ears vibrating to the slightest nuance of sound?