Naughty Poems For Adults

Warning! Mature Content Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that. >>>>>>> “We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty. “I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering. Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.” She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly. His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.” Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.” But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.” Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!” Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.” She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in. She didn’t know what to do. >>>>>>>> To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust. He’s ruthless to everyone—except her. Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that. But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out. Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost Love has never been this dangerous.

When rivalry and ambition collide, Melanie Scott and Rhys Edwards are forced to confront their past, navigate betrayals, and uncover the power of love. In a game of dominance and control, hearts are tested, alliances are formed, and vulnerability becomes the ultimate strength. Will love triumph over ambition, or will their battles consume them?

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

A poem written by A Junior Stylers!

It was the day of my death. As everything came to an end, I heard a voice, a voice that would ultimately decide both my suffering and my rise. [If you had enough time to play one more game, what would it be?] Naturally, I answered the one game that had been on my mind even before I found myself withering away on my deathbed. The War of Demons and Heroes. An adult game of epic proportions. **** Disclaimer 1. This is my second novel, so don't expect amazing quality; I'm still learning. 2. This is a slow-paced story. The story is written from Kayle's perspective and will have an emphasis on the characters and world around him. 3. "Is this a harem?" A common question from my previous novel, so I'll address it upfront: Yesn't. 4. If you decide to give my novel a try, first, thank you! Second, feel free to leave any thoughts or opinions in the comment sections and paragraph comments. The constructive criticism or inspiration I get from them is always welcome.

Love is blind as well as it sees clearer than any eye can, it is kind on one side and ruthless on the other it is the best thing to happen to loving heart but the worst nightmare to a broken soul

I spent years avoiding poetry, and what happens? Got me when I least expected it. Born after seeing a tv programme. Pushed by a need to escape from writing that epic. Reflexes to landscapes, skyscapes and flowers: Reflexes to music that stirs the beat. Dances. A Poetry Collection.

Mischievous, Luna, the princess from a faraway planet, suddenly finds herself lost and physically bound to the Earth after a war, which leaves her badly hurt and shatters her teleportation stone. In an earth hospital, the beautiful princess wakes to find herself transformed into an angelic beauty. Determined to put together the pieces of the emerald stone with which to return to her realm, Luna proposes to charm her way through Earth's dynamics, maneuver the powers, and slowly build an opposition of enemies. But, fortune swings when a young, honorable army officer enters her life. As love blooms in most unexpected places, she must hide her identity, suppress her emerging feelings, and continue her mission of saving her planet. With everything on the line, will Luna be able to regain her destiny, or will she end up losing her heart—and herself—in the process?

Jade Thorne was a successful woman in the prime of her life. But her friends and family won't stop hounding her about getting married and finding someone to live the rest of her life with. Well tough, she was happily single. Her perfectly happy life suddenly went off-kilter when a blond and green eyed someone decided to walk back into her life. Five years had passed but those green eyes are still haunting her dreams and are still the star of a few of her fantasies. An online romance that lasted for 8 months that scarred her far more than she would like to admit. But the tension between them continues to rise with every meeting. She theorized that she never got over him because they never got to meet in real life. For the sake of closure, a quick fun fling would get this out of her system. She was sure she would get bored of him and he would be just another lover she’d kiss goodbye after a few months. Or would that way lie another heartbreak?  

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"Andy, punasan mo ako!" "Andy, maghubad ka!" "Andy, masarap ba?" "Andy, huwag kang sumama diyan. Sa akin lang dapat!" "Andy, pagod ka na ba? Kasisimula lang natin!" "Andy, isa pa please?" 'Yan ang bestfriend kong si Kate. Isang dakilang babae na ubod ng manyak. Walang ibang ginawa kung di isigaw ang pangalan ko. Gano'n din kaya ang puso niya?

"To many stars, too many dreams. The reality is that in front of these things. I'm just a speck of dust " -RM(BTS) 8/4/2030,Kashmir,India "Now my life is set. I got a fine job, a car and I brought a house for my parents. My materialistic dreams come true. I'm happy you know "I said to her. "But what about your first love, Tanisha? He is getting married in 2 month. "Risha to me. This thing broke my heart but he can't be forever because it's a one sided love for him. "I'm happy for him "giving a genuine smile to her l said. ヾ(≧▽≦*)oo==[]::::::::::::::::> 16/6/2031,Dishpoor,Guwahati ,Assam "You are getting married to him, tan "Aunty said to me in a broken voice. But I can't. 14/2/2032 , South Mumbai, Mumbai "Our marriage, it's just a force one. You will never get love and respect form me "He shouted at me. "Than why you agreed for the marriage that time. "I said to him. "Because of my reputation in the society "And then he is gone to that girl who is breaking by marriage which is already broken by one side . "Sahil please don't don't go. " o==[]::::::::::::::::> Two individual who are bond to societies norms are finding their happiness with out breaking any rules. However they don't know that some rules are made to brake.

One minute, she was spiraling out of her scooter, watching in horror as her fried chicken flew into the horizon. The next minute, she was signing the contract to become a mother to his sons while staring into his glacier blue eyes. "The contract is effective as of now" He announced, as he dropped the pen. His brow was lifted challengingly and his voice reverberated around the room, bounced and sent zings of electricity down her spine. She tilted her head to a side, studying him covertly as she smiled menacingly. She was going to make him regret his decision. Let the games begin..!

The story is about how an old man wanted to fly on an airplane all his life, but he still couldn't do it.

A Poem a Day A daily dive into chaos, humor, and heartfelt musings, A Poem a Day is a collection of unpredictable poems that range from silly to sincere. With cheesy rhymes, bizarre metaphors, and the occasional heartfelt gem, it’s a celebration of creativity and the joy of trying something new. Life’s short—why not write a poem about it?

Aria, a young and beautiful woman, is drawn to the darker side of life. She loves the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline that comes with taking risks. And when it comes to men, she has a type: tall, dark, and handsome, with a hint of danger lurking beneath the surface. That's why she's immediately drawn to Ryder, a brooding and intense stranger who walks into her life one fateful night. He's everything she's ever wanted in a man, and more. As their relationship deepens, Aria finds herself becoming increasingly obsessed with Ryder. She loves the way he makes her feel, the way he touches her and kisses her. But Ryder has a dark side, and Aria soon finds herself trapped in a cycle of desire and obsession. As their relationship continues to escalate, Aria must confront the darkness within herself and within Ryder. Will she be able to break free from the cycle of desire and obsession, or will she succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume her? "How Naughty Are You" is a romance novel that explores the darker side of desire and obsession. It's a story about the dangers of unchecked passion and the importance of confronting the darkness within ourselves.

Alicia had always despised writing. Her past held secrets that made the thought of putting pen to paper unbearable. Yet, when her school insisted she join the journalism club, she reluctantly agreed, unaware that this decision would change her life forever. An unknown person suddenly entered her life, a person who is a passionate writer and photographer with an eye for detail and a heart full of stories. Their worlds collide in unexpected ways, and what begins as a forced partnership soon blossoms into a powerful bond. Together, they embark on a journey through the lens of a camera and the tip of a fountain pen. But as their connection deepens, the shadows of Alicia's past loom larger. What made her hate writing so much, and will her newfound relationship with this unknown person help her confront her fears? I'll write, for you and for us is a gripping tale of love, secrets, and the power of storytelling. Dive into Alicia's world and discover how two souls, brought together by fate, can rewrite their destinies.

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Here are poems I have written, they are not very good.

“Elise…” I called out to her. I wanted to say something but my brain could not form any words to utter. So, her name in my lips lingered and silence enveloped us. I glimpsed at her peaceful face and, as if on cue, my nerves relaxed. I gently touched her cheeks using my thumb then moved to her lips. Everything is probably an understatement of what I am willing to do for her. Beyond everything, that is, if it exists. I moved closer to reach the seat belt and quickly strapped her. I also adjusted my seat and strapped my own. Then, I started the car engine and drove off. My mind wandered off our first meeting. She didn’t appear promising to me when she descended the doorstep of their house. She walks extremely slow and she hangs her head down like a sinner. The cuffs of her long sleeves were constantly pulled to hide her hands. Then, she looked up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were puffy and it was very obvious that she spent an hour, and probably more, crying. Nevertheless, she smiled at me, giving me an access to view her white teeth. She, then, accepted the flowers that I was offering. Her nails were clean and bare, no paint. Then, she muttered her first word to me, “Thank you.” After that, she went inside.

Undying, this fierce storm, Rain falls down, cold, not warm. The silent prayers of those who die, Now echo nothing, but a cry, Those who've wronged him, fallen now, To murder killers, this his final vow.