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Thank you. Your very sweets d I appreciate the compliment ❣️

Passionately written, well done!!

Such a beautiful soul , her eyes shine of the beauty within, her lips the softness of her , her angelic youthful face captivates my being as I long to captivate her With each word she speaks I hunger for more , each photo I see of her is like a drop of water to quench my thirst for her , that look that gives rise to the passion within me To captivate , to own , to control yet set free to feel the joy of her return So I wait confident she will return. For she ultimately belongs to me alone

Thank you ❣️

So nice thank you

@JoeyDaddyyes it was so cute 🙉eep Ngl I thought a little wrote this, then I saw your profile name haha So many emotions it was sweet, silly, and cheeky 😆 Brava

Wow real”y?

Extraordinary, I need to read it again for the full effect. What inspired you to develop, "To Think of It!"?

Well worth the read so precious 😍

I loved this so so much. It was so good. My favorite. The best. 100/10!!! Another please

Daddys home a sfw short story Daddys little girl is sitting on the floor surrounded by her plushies. Mr Tophat, a lavender teddy bear with a gold bow tie. Hes nice enough but can be pushy at times. Sonny is a penguin who is very soft and wears a pink flower on his head. Sonny is the oldest plushie but that just means hes the crankiest and all he says is HONK! Then theres Wobbles the puppy known for his zoomies and purple spots on his white fur. They all sit there looking at daddys girl waiting for her to speak. She looks at them all intently one at a time in her strawberry onesie and her red paci. “Ok look!” Shes says as she takes out her paci in a serious manner. “Daddy will be here in an hour and our chores are not done. Its going to take a lot of team work and busting butts to get everything done.!” HONK! Says Sonny. “Not now Sonny this is daddy business! Daddy will be home in 1 hour! Hes gonna be sore if the bed is not made homework is not done and toys not put away.” “Whats that wobbles? No! You cant have kissies i just said we have lotsa things to do!” She reaches to fix Mr Tophats tie. “Whats that Mr Tophat? No you dont hear daddy coming hes not off of his big job yet and wont be home for another hour. Good thing too i was busy napping and coloring and playing games i didnt do all my chores and daddy said if i didnt do them again i would be in TWOUBLE!!” HONK! Sonny squeeks. “No fish for you Sonny you get fishbreath.” Wobbles starts yapping. “No wobbles you dont hear daddy either that would not be good for any of us.” Mr Tophat coughs. “Ok mr tophat you make the bed and tight corners like daddy likes. Wobbles you do my homework since youre the smartest. Sonny you clean the room and I will supervise!” Daddys little girl puts her paci back in and crosses her arms like a boss would do. Sonny HONKS! Mr Tophat says ahem and Wobbles starts with the zoomies! Daddys little is in disbelief. POP! Her paci falls out. “What are you doing?” Gasp!!!! I heard daddys car!!! Everyone quick do sumthin!!!!! Daddys big heavy footsteps can be heard and his keys jangle as he opens the door. Daddys little girl turns around and gives him the look. Her feet crossed and her arms behind her back saying with her eyes yes im bad but im also good. All her plushies laying about. Daddy looks at them and looks at her and he sighs after a long day at work. His heart melts as it usually does and she puts her arms up for uppies. He carries her to the couch and as he does she gives him a big peck on the cheek and she winks at Mr Tophat. Sonny and Wobbles and they all wink back.

I will post poetry and stories here

Hi i am a daddy from southern california i write short stories and poetry and excited to share some here!

Life is being with her , anything before or after is just waiting The voyeur within watching till such time she fills his senses once again. One beautiful circle , the heart goes round and round as she spins her magic to enhance his contentment, such a pleasure he found

hi, i write and illustrate children's stories. this is the first one i ever wrote, called Mr. Whys Guy. i can't really show the illustrations here so maybe you can picture it in your mind. One day, not long ago... A boy named Binx just wanted to know. Why is my cat covered in fur? And when I pet her, why does she purr? What makes the sun go up and down? Why don't kings really wear a crown? What makes yummy popcorn pop? Why do bunnies and kangaroos hop? How does the oven make things so hot? Why are some people strong, but others are not? What makes sugar taste so sweet? Why do we have ten toes on our feet? Why is opening envelopes so sticky? Why is tying my shoes so tricky? Why do birds get to fly, but we have to walk? What happens if teachers run out of chalk? Why is my favorite color yellow? Why do some clouds look like a marshmallow? Is the world really round? If so, are some people upside down? Why do I use my left hand when I write? Why is it that you use your right? Why does ice cream have to be so cold? Why does it take so long to get old? Why do I sometimes have to wait? Why is it so hard to draw a line straight? Why is the sky mostly blue... but can sometimes turn into other colors, too? He asked so many questions, he wore himself out. His mommy was tired by this time too, no doubt. She snuggled him up and tucked him into bed... Then told him not to worry his sweet, little head. "The answers will come to you in your dreams... though... In case they don't, we'll find the answers tomorrow. With that, Binx fell asleep so content; no longer worried about what everything meant. The end.

(Home Is A Glow) i wish i had a mother with eyes like a deer an impossible mouth sunlight shining thru flower pattern blouse days changing with the washing of sheets, the washing of dishes with her long, soapy fingers i wish i could taste i wish i could feel caressing my face gentle kisses telling me stories so that i could forget and i do.. i do forget for there is no mother to be seen and i am here alone sitting in the dark have i gone crazy? 'no' she says, finishing the dishes and frowning then with a long, soapy finger she traced my lips 'you've just grown up' and for the longest time she stared at my mouth before pushing me from the window of her house ++ (Fallow) a soft breeze feeling of sunbeam pushes its way through thin wet sheets pinned to clothesline by tired hands wiping away the sweat and shading the eyes wooden pegs tucked in her apron my hands sneaking into her apron snagging one for myself as i tread knee-deep in grass, taking flight waving it triumphantly for her to see only she does not give chase but stand with hands on her hips an expression of slight concern her smile looking like a grimace squinting in the light, my eyes only see her not looking where i'm going as i step into my own shadow never to return [These two are quite old but still sentimental, despite being poorly written. I know these aren't for everyone, so I'll stop posting for now. Sorry! 😶‍🌫️]

(O Knell!) that breezy shepherdess smile closing eyes and palms against the wet hot fur of a dog dressed in shepherd's blood craning ear and cheek sprinkled in grass and earth fell the deep sound of his own coarsing veins ++ (Sleeping Venus) she comes from the sky her back to the window appearing as a silhouette a white leafed widow a dreamlike vision revealed only in sleep (or slumber) but bringing neither rain nor thunder she remains aloof a s u n d e r pacing the floor barefoot leaving me to wonder; how delicate does her skin remain? aframe. a frame as frail as wire. electric impulses setting my heart ablaze, afury, afire! a fire! burning the edges of her body. gown laced in burning, blazing, starlight fire! of stars (of us, the light) starlight.. starlight! wish i may wish i might ... wish i.. (blinding) her body i wish i could feel her body. her skin; decaying on mine R O T T I N G oh bring to me her skin on which i might pray searching for the light within so that i might see the diamonds i leave glistening in starlight upon her skin, i weave p r a y e r s into her. for her.. for me so that i might pray-- have something to b e l i e v e and the diamonds, the diamonds i leave. for her i wish (polishing her skin) marking her with a kiss scattering kiss after kiss a c r o s s every inch. every inch. until i stumble until i hear her call until i reach her subtle edge until i fall and.. break Venus at the knees destroying the patchwork C A T A S T R O P H E snapping every thread every seal, except for one. (i cannot see) the innocence of her existing for me and through my mouth do i taste a hundred and forty four thousand tears expanding, contracting on folds of lace and still (....) the seal i do not break and her voice; she does not speak and where her head once lay i see (i can see!) strands of her hair weaving through mine through me every morning she remains aloof a s u n d e r a dreamlike vision revealed only in sleep (or slumber) and every morning it's always the same no thunder.. no rain.. leaving me to wonder; how delicate does her skin remain?

In the garden where emotions bloom, the wind whispers, impending doom. hanahaki curse, petals cascading, loves affection, hearts slowly fading. A tale woven with threads of desire, in every petal, loves silent choir. lush blossoms bloom in hues so bright, yet conceal a secret, a lovers plight. With every glance, a seed takes root, in the soil of love, it begins to shoot. unrequited feelings, a thorny bed, hanahaki curse, loves tears are shed. Each petal a confession, unsaid words, love whispers, like the song of birds. yet as the heart bleeds, a garden grows, where love unfurls, a tragic prose. In the lungs, a garden of despair, blooms a passion, tangled in the air. coughing up flowers, a lovers plea, hanahaki embrace, a symphony. Bittersweet beauty, in pains caress, a love untamed, a tangled mess. yet in the garden, where petals fall, love sacrifice, a poignant call. The hanahaki vines, a dance of woe, a silent ballet as emotions grow. in this floral tragedy, hearts entwine, a narrative of love, both yours and mine.

I apologize in advance if these are a bit confusing or weird, haha. I just have a different style, I guess. I hope it's ok! Some of these are older and could probably be written better, but I don't want to change my original intent. Anyway! I'll start with just a couple and add more later. :3 ++ (It's Only Forever) it's the wild of your hair, thrown about the limbs tangled in the leaves the black of your teeth, your open mouth laugh frightening the birds chasing off sleep i'll call out for you if you call out for me! when we're younger, meeting you there in the mulberry tree sticky fingers sticky mouths sweet, sweet, sweet! ++ (We Greet The Giant) you make a pretty wolf bent over and shy 'how we are sad, crooked as trees' wagging haunt tail howling hurt lies our games are violent, fantastic charades--burning, burning! always at the feet of the other, tumble through nestled hair like distant waves come afar from distant shores we never know where! such beautiful sighs escaping your mouth, dearest, how i envy oh sister of mine, take a bite, take a bite! trap me, trap me! find a place behind your teeth and hold me there the longest of nights are spent tending to wounds natural things--'let's see how long we can go without rest!' speaking wildly of escape, making plans fueling the fear of success! such intoxication, such wild eyes! dearest, how we find our minds are all make-pretend and there are no bounds to how far we could fall if only we tried! 'then let us!' 'let us what?' 'let us forget! let's not believe!' 'i don't understand' 'idiot, let's leave!' how cruel she can be, but who am i to argue--burning, burning! of course we must leave! our gods are tiny and feral the garden lay fallow, certainly nothing holds us here not even our shadows! 'draw closer' your lips do pray, dearest, how they pray and allow me your hand as we set off for shores none too distant, but far far away for all that was left was hunger, it was all that we knew 'wake up, wake up! we're here, we're here!' our stomachs did cry, and what else did we see but a castle in the sky! running on all fours, dearest, how we ran! storming the palace--both prince and princess together we ate the king and laughed ourselves to death!

Grand gestures of flourishing flowers , Wrapped in delicate indigo ribbons . Affection in it purest form , similar the warmth of sun rise . Blooming cotton shaded iris , Cloudy skies as palette of greys , droplets of rain course down . In midst of gentle breeze watching the vibrancy of fresh vibrant scarlet rose's. Indigo gradient as the day passes by , ghastly skies no longer in sight. In mind , a rosy ribbon is a match , to a composure of olive green hydrangeas . Paired with fresh azaleas a welcoming scent of nature's love . A bouquet as equal as the honesty of ones word. Harvested with time and given with modesty. Blooming flowers as beautiful as kind words with the lingering scent of mother nature kiss.

Impressive and beautiful work...bravo!💙

So I published all these poems in my first book on Amazon. I'm proud and anxious about it. I hope that my writing connects with people and it is well recieved.

Am I odd because I open the car door and buckle your seat belt Am I too attentive to your needs Am I weird because I sit and color with you or watch your favorite cartoon Am I too playful when building a blanket fort Too strict as I do not allow glitter to be used except in the kitchen Am I too attentive when I give you a bath , brush your hair , suggest what you should wear or how much makeup you should use Am I mean because I have rules , spank when bratty , corner time or time out Are you surprised I order for you at a restaurant Question in need of no answer , only expectation of the obvious or the knowing as I look upon you in that glance you so familiar with Mutually knowing the needs, desires of each other Who am I

They told me a young boy shall not put faith in chance. Chance is futile. You may never advance. Chance requires hope, and hope will watch us fall. In fact, hope can be the most hopeless act of them all. But when effort runs thin, and the heart becomes desirous. We adhere to this hope, scorn the warning signs. But is hope even hope when your mind calls its bluff. Is hope really hope if you refuse to believe. Does hope succeed, doubt and bring the solutions you seek. Or was it merely sweet serendipity. - r☔️

Have you lived Or have you simply come to be? Transpire with tenderness and fortitude- Oh, child’s innocent art. Plainly to be denuded of these innocents. Enervated. A being with no heart- Have you located the spark that lights your life? The warmth that satisfies baltic nights, Or have you been treading through a dark sea Of creatures; vultures and saprophytes? These creatures who consume your life The bills, the grades, the long-spun laboring days, Do not let these creatures devastate you. Are you alive, Or are you solely breathing? Your humanity depleting Navigating life In the shell of someone, you’ve never actually known. Can you sense the tautness that encompasses your life? Obtaining this state will get you nowhere, When you’re walking into deadman’s land. Ingenuity confined, replaced with machine. To serve pockets of the men of means. They sit in solitary stockades from 9-5 To study and transcribe their entire lives. Receiving calls, each monotone, Abrupt words and tiresome tones Then work right into overtime. Deadman walking… Nevermore alive. Is this life? Where we work- We work from dawn to dusk. Ignore those who try and ground us. We drift amidst in this realm of want. Insouciant. We are again misplaced in this black sea. This sea of serpents and sharks Disguised as supervisors and staff who inveigle their ways in to thieve superior paths Intellects beguiled via solipsism Bloodthirsty- We compete with the vicious to grow victorious. Except, in success, who now is the adversary? Who now patrols the obscure waters With avarice and with hunger? In this world exclusively to compete. This deadman- This beast- He becomes you and me. - r☔️ One of my favorites🤗