Filthy

Silent Flame of devotion
You are the one who obeys the law.. I will marry you, you silent flame.. I will not take off the clothes you have worn...
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
Climax . Content Warning.
It’s not the rush of the beginning, not the slow burn of the middle, but that breaking point— where hands slip, breaths hitch, and silence speaks louder than love ever did.
By llaurren's reads11 months ago in Poets
Let’s Make Up
Nowadays jack is not only one making my chest hot It hadn’t occurred to me yet that you’re a drug It’s the pain that you bring that satisfies my urge for thrill.
By Sender Jeannestal 11 months ago in Poets
The daily wage
The daily wage.... He is tall and handsome He has no shortcomings He is young He has good strength
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
Citrusy
I know I am becoming someone else Yet at the same time I am the person I always was The rind has simply been zested off
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
starring at the sun...
stirring the cauldron with the sky and the universe inside sleepless nights and cold showers to wash away the desire the boyfriend becomes the boyfoe
By ⸘jason alan‽11 months ago in Poets
Left in Waiting
The master did not come He left in the morning and night He left with his head in his hands He left me hanging from the pole
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
Love on the Pages of Letters
The name of the village is *Shayabari*. A small river flows by the side of Shayabari village. Riyad loves to sit by the riverbank. Riyad is now 22 years old. He is a college student. His dreams are big. He wants to become a writer when he grows up. But the biggest dream of his life is his love, that girl by the riverbank—Sumaiya.
By Hasibul Kabir12 months ago in Poets
This is cheating
This is cheating ‼️ 1. Talking secretly with other women/men is considered cheating. 2. Hiding your browsing history from your partner/husband is considered cheating.
By Rohitha Lanka12 months ago in Poets
The Fire That Didn't Burn Me
I still laugh and talk to the people who tried to set me on fire... They don't know... I know they lit the match Then, today, and tomorrow...
By Rohitha Lanka12 months ago in Poets
Howling For You
Howling For You I am howling for you. My voice raw as an open wound, tearing through the quiet night like teeth against silk.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Where Do Lost Words Go?
The night swallowed her voice, leaving only silence in its wake. She sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, watching the city lights flicker like dying embers. Her breath fogged up the glass, a soft blur between her and the world outside.
By Sylvester12 months ago in Poets