submit christian poetry

its anything that you want it to be its meant for your feelings to just let lose

"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha." "So?" "So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spits, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato. "Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades. Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple. And when a whimper falls from the Alpha's lips, Kamil growls and bites his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison. "Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** WARNING: mature scenes between two men involving light kink & submission . If a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

I hope you read, and when you read I hope you find that aching- that longing in you. I hope to light a spark of love in everyone who reads me, that will forge a fire of self love- together we can raise Mother Earth higher.

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. They aren't mine--all credit where credit is due. There's no actual lead or genre since there isn't a true plot.

Where there is sadness, happiness, or emotions, There is blue.

It's just poetry I wanted to share with you

Poetry ••• Aimless. I guess that's what I am. There's no place I'd like to arrive at. So that makes me aimless. My feet start to ache. I don't want to walk anymore. I'm so very tired you see. I'm urged to keep on moving. Even if it's painful. I want to stop and ponder. Maybe think of where I'll end. What will happen if my feet grow roots. They usher me forward. Hands pushing against my back. I don't want to walk anymore. Upon this dusty path. My feet are dirty and tired you see. Good sir, please allow me rest. I'm urged to keep on moving. Regardless of my health. Since they push me to walk forward. I guess that I'll walk sideways. Aimlessly in the dust. I guess that's what I am. Aimless.

////\\\\\\\ Disclaimer!!! All Rights Reserved.  Golden_Essence Copyright 2024 Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy a romantic relationship between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, but sexy, trust me. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviors, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from my imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Seemingly deep poetry

Há três ciclos e meio, algo aconteceu. Uma torre escura surgiu, maior do que qualquer coisa feita pelo homem. A torre, operis tenebra, elegeu 10 pessoas, que ficaram conhecidas como et cornibus. Estes, por ordens da torre, seduziram um terço da humanidade a adentrá-la através de promessas de poder e riquezas. As pessoas que aceitaram entrar na torre, foram corrompidas pela escuridão, tornando-se servos da torre sob o poder dos 10 et cornibus. Os vivos sofriam duras perseguições, de mortos, bestias e viri sanguinium, que sob os 10 reis, massacravam tudo o que era vivo. Porém a Luz interveio, Verbum e Album, deram aos homens o poder de Sua luz para que os homens pudessem lutar por suas vidas. Depois da vinda de Album, a era das peregrinações começou, onde todos peregrinavam em busca da terra santa, Operis Lucis. Em meio a todos os acontecimentos, um garoto tentava sobreviver e encontrando-se perto de seu fim pelas mãos dos mortos, Agnus, a Luz, interveio, e a partir daí a vida da criança mudou. Conheça Christian, e sua jornada, onde seus pés trilham entre quedas e levantes, trevas e luz, morte e vida, em busca da terra santa, Operis Lucis. . . . Avisos: Esta é uma breve sinopse, tentei deixar o mais curta possível. Eu já tenho uma centena de capítulos prontos, e desejo lançar um todos os dias aqui. Eu entendo que a grande parte dos trabalhos aqui estão em inglês, porém, eu não sei nada de inglês, então não quis me arriscar e traduzir tudo errado, e consequentemente estragar a obra. Não tenho ideia se a tradução do português para o inglês pelo tradutor ficará boa, por isso, peço que enviem comentários sobre isso! Pois caso a tradução fique ruim, eu posso tentar encontrar alguém para fazer uma tradução adequada para postar aqui! Também gostaria muito de avaliações críticas, para lapidar a narrativa. Além disso, não possue a imagem da capa. Favor, entrar em contato caso o seu proprietário deseje que eu a remova! Agradeço pela ajuda e a compreensão de vocês, boa leitura.