Stikkord: poem

Tankeslottet; en antologi

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«Tankeslottet»

KOMMER I FEBRUAR


«Tankeslottet» en dikt antologi krydret med flere forfattere med garanti om å røre ved din sjel og stemning i ditt hjerte.
Tusen takk til @rebeccablix.forfatter.skribent og @rebecca_blix_forlag du er helt herlig og jeg er så takknemlig for denne muligheten, og tusen takk til kunstner @jarlgoliartworks for å ha illustrert dette nydelige bokomslaget, jeg digger deg og din kunst.
Rebecca og Jarl bidrar med sine dikt også i «Tankeslottet»
Gleder meg til å få denne hjem.

-Lillian Haugland aka Orkidedatter

Coming soon

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Dark poetry collection

❤︎
My poetry collection volume 2
coming soon.
A collection of dark poems based on a true story.

Scars from a sharpened knife…
-a little girl once
tried to create
a better sculpture of
herself at age 9…
therefore,
you can rarely see her left side of her face…

-Orkidedatter-

Orkidedatter

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I’m his act of emotions

Orkidedatter

Aura of ambient tides

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@orkidedatter

Talk to me as I was your cup of hot chocolate,

dive into my secrets today and

tell me if we are going to behave or not.

Dig into my aura of ambient tides and

sinful kisses, where your lips speak volume

and a fire breathing to destroy my

lake of wicked thoughts.

My mind eyes pierced the bottom of your

Spirit and my voice is an instrument

to play with your heartstrings within your soul.

Deep reflections from my tongue shines

on your warm, creamy skin. Your eyes have

moves like Salsa over my body,

exposed to touch my erogenious zones.

A primal grinding up and down where the

hunt begins and below where the

full of passion thrill ends.

Orkidedatter

Happy Friday

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#orkidedatter

Happy Friday everyone, make you a great day, because you are worth it❤️

-Lily-

Cherished memories of what could be…

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Art: my own, orkidedatter

.. Cherished memories of what could be..

Scent of desire aroused his
mating season.
New Year is the time when all wolves
go wild with their insatiable hunger,
and me as a weak shattered she wolf
is the only thing he
can’t have,
can’t touch,
can’t lose control by tasting her
salty skin…
can’t meet her primal urges,
can’t hear her mouths moaning,
can’t pull her upon a pine to make him
came more alive..

He wished for to chase her,
close her darkness,
lick her wetness with his long
blue tongue,
and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank
with shivering
diamond pearls bubling over of
relief down his bulged carnal desire…

…and she was only his imagination…

-Lily-

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A winter rose

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Orkidedatter

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
-A winter rose-

A winter rose played
with your cord, unraveled strings…
Death is a bizarre soul,
I just had to understand,
a steam fills my mind while
you are stabbing me with Arctic icicles…
I’m dark, haunted and bleeding
my own blood for the silence
you cutted me with so deeply.

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Orkidedatter