Moonlight Lovers
Moon the beautiful blossom quietly singing its lover's tune, serenading the two reunited souls and as their dance comes to a close before they part until a next time, unbeknownst they tenderly kiss, their hearts becoming one in the sublime, emotional bliss
Every Moment
This is pure bliss. you encase me in your arms, pulling me on top of your furry being. i lay my head on your broad chest and listen to your beating heart. you've already drifted back to sleep. i don't mind.
My Lonesome
But, i will hope for hapiness and hope i find that one because, that will give me utter bliss to know i have someone but, now it's time i go to sleep this poem's kinda long i close my eyes as i slowly weep hoping tomorrow that i'll be strong
Re-lies...
Among the ever-changing seasons with smile like crocodiles, tears from practice over the years, it's easy to forget such talents exist these days whether aware, or clueless, without a care, they go about misguided self-reassured ways blessed in bliss
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book II Chapter 5
" it feels...glorious" the purple dragon huffed blissfully cynder furrowed a brow " glorious?"
In His Arms
One where i slept blissfully in his arms.
A Fox and His Yeena
When i'm done with him he'll look at life with appreciation and every breath would be bliss. my knuckles would be stained, the sight so beautiful, with the blood of his misdoings. meanwhile drake is in the bedroom doing his evil thing.
Mewthree's Christmas Carol - Epilogue
Spending yet another holiday alone ignoring her sorrows while dreaming about the past and savoring the new magazine for as long as it would last by the edge of a buff, sharing yet another kiss cyon and rukario watches the sea with joy and bliss
My First, My Last
It was bliss like i never knew existed. you see, i thought you were different. i thought all deltas were, since you were a fraternal brotherhood of acceptance. of what? i wonder that now.
Isolation
I walk downstairs to my bedroom where i can find bliss in this daily hell. i step into my dimly lit room and sit down on my bed and pity myself. i fend off the strong urge to release tears. when i hear my dad coming down.
A completely vanilla romance story.
I have been dreaming for this moment for years." uttered john quietly, as to not disturb the blissful silence. "ever since we were in highschool together in fact" he continued. "i always considered you a lovely person.
Poem suggestions* -1.-
Fight among friends for who can take the rope is never ending though, with a smile we pull apart, & each time, the tall ones seem to be pretending the little tall ones seem to enjoy my company at any time of day i watch over them, as they lay down, & blissfully