This was so lovely!! Nyx besting his uncles and Dad in a snowball fight. I adore it. 🥹 Who would’ve thought the shadowsinger didn’t plan for the ten year old full of mischief. 😏
Who knows whether it was beginner's luck, or Nyx is a natural, especially having learnt from his parents, not to mention all of his uncles and aunties?
And I'm so glad you liked it! It's just a bit of nonsense, but birthdays are for silliness. 😅
Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.
Poem in plain text below the break.
It Happened One Dawn
Jasmine filtered through the air
As I came upon a sight,
A female of such beauty rare—
Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.
Honey dripping from her skin
Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell—
My hands on her a mortal sin
But the urge I could not quell.
Across the garden, through the mist
We walked towards each other,
It had been ages since we kissed—
But first, we needed cover.
Close enough to see her face
Her eyes now full of light;
She wrapped her arms tightly in place,
Then I spread my wings for flight.
It didn't take us very long
To reach the summer garden;
Between my heart and hers? A song,
Against which we could not harden.
A longing glance, a brush of hands
As I released her waist;
She could make of me any demand,
And I'd comply with haste.
Her scent changed, then so did mine—
We were finally alone;
The long months through which we did pine
At last, we were at home.
Thumb on chin, her head tipped back
And then I claimed her lips;
She gave my chest a little smack
As I took hold of her hips.
Her bright laugh belied the motion,
As I laid her on the grass;
And we could hear the distant ocean
While she exposed my arse.
Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up,
Leathers falling from my chest—
Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup,
Then suck at her behest.
Her moan was followed by a blush
That spread across her skin,
But my scarred hands made her hush—
She'd be loud when I'm within.
Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew,
And I took her with a kiss,
Her hair covered with morning dew,
As we chased our mutual bliss.
The hot desire we could not hide,
Near impossible to slake;
Moving—thrusting—deep inside,
Such noises she did make.
As we neared the peak, I thought
To part with her was pain;
But then beneath me she went taught—
My love, my life. Elain.
For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤
Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.
Poem in plain text below the break.
It Happened One Dawn
Jasmine filtered through the air
As I came upon a sight,
A female of such beauty rare—
Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.
Honey dripping from her skin
Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell—
My hands on her a mortal sin
But the urge I could not quell.
Across the garden, through the mist
We walked towards each other,
It had been ages since we kissed—
But first, we needed cover.
Close enough to see her face
Her eyes now full of light;
She wrapped her arms tightly in place,
Then I spread my wings for flight.
It didn't take us very long
To reach the summer garden;
Between my heart and hers? A song,
Against which we could not harden.
A longing glance, a brush of hands
As I released her waist;
She could make of me any demand,
And I'd comply with haste.
Her scent changed, then so did mine—
We were finally alone;
The long months through which we did pine
At last, we were at home.
Thumb on chin, her head tipped back
And then I claimed her lips;
She gave my chest a little smack
As I took hold of her hips.
Her bright laugh belied the motion,
As I laid her on the grass;
And we could hear the distant ocean
While she exposed my arse.
Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up,
Leathers falling from my chest—
Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup,
Then suck at her behest.
Her moan was followed by a blush
That spread across her skin,
But my scarred hands made her hush—
She'd be loud when I'm within.
Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew,
And I took her with a kiss,
Her hair covered with morning dew,
As we chased our mutual bliss.
The hot desire we could not hide,
Near impossible to slake;
Moving—thrusting—deep inside,
Such noises she did make.
As we neared the peak, I thought
To part with her was pain;
But then beneath me she went taught—
My love, my life. Elain.
For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤
Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.
Poem in plain text below the break.
It Happened One Dawn
Jasmine filtered through the air
As I came upon a sight,
A female of such beauty rare—
Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.
Honey dripping from her skin
Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell—
My hands on her a mortal sin
But the urge I could not quell.
Across the garden, through the mist
We walked towards each other,
It had been ages since we kissed—
But first, we needed cover.
Close enough to see her face
Her eyes now full of light;
She wrapped her arms tightly in place,
Then I spread my wings for flight.
It didn't take us very long
To reach the summer garden;
Between my heart and hers? A song,
Against which we could not harden.
A longing glance, a brush of hands
As I released her waist;
She could make of me any demand,
And I'd comply with haste.
Her scent changed, then so did mine—
We were finally alone;
The long months through which we did pine
At last, we were at home.
Thumb on chin, her head tipped back
And then I claimed her lips;
She gave my chest a little smack
As I took hold of her hips.
Her bright laugh belied the motion,
As I laid her on the grass;
And we could hear the distant ocean
While she exposed my arse.
Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up,
Leathers falling from my chest—
Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup,
Then suck at her behest.
Her moan was followed by a blush
That spread across her skin,
But my scarred hands made her hush—
She'd be loud when I'm within.
Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew,
And I took her with a kiss,
Her hair covered with morning dew,
As we chased our mutual bliss.
The hot desire we could not hide,
Near impossible to slake;
Moving—thrusting—deep inside,
Such noises she did make.
As we neared the peak, I thought
To part with her was pain;
But then beneath me she went taught—
My love, my life. Elain.
For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤
I am so honored by your gift and friendship, @azrielallanpoe. Your mighty quill is unmatched. Thank you so much for writing this lovely, humorous, spicy poem for me. I shall treasure it always.
Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.
Poem in plain text below the break.
It Happened One Dawn
Jasmine filtered through the air
As I came upon a sight,
A female of such beauty rare—
Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.
Honey dripping from her skin
Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell—
My hands on her a mortal sin
But the urge I could not quell.
Across the garden, through the mist
We walked towards each other,
It had been ages since we kissed—
But first, we needed cover.
Close enough to see her face
Her eyes now full of light;
She wrapped her arms tightly in place,
Then I spread my wings for flight.
It didn't take us very long
To reach the summer garden;
Between my heart and hers? A song,
Against which we could not harden.
A longing glance, a brush of hands
As I released her waist;
She could make of me any demand,
And I'd comply with haste.
Her scent changed, then so did mine—
We were finally alone;
The long months through which we did pine
At last, we were at home.
Thumb on chin, her head tipped back
And then I claimed her lips;
She gave my chest a little smack
As I took hold of her hips.
Her bright laugh belied the motion,
As I laid her on the grass;
And we could hear the distant ocean
While she exposed my arse.
Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up,
Leathers falling from my chest—
Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup,
Then suck at her behest.
Her moan was followed by a blush
That spread across her skin,
But my scarred hands made her hush—
She'd be loud when I'm within.
Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew,
And I took her with a kiss,
Her hair covered with morning dew,
As we chased our mutual bliss.
The hot desire we could not hide,
Near impossible to slake;
Moving—thrusting—deep inside,
Such noises she did make.
As we neared the peak, I thought
To part with her was pain;
But then beneath me she went taught—
My love, my life. Elain.
For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤
Azriel tries his hand at spicy poetry. Mature themes ahead.
Poem in plain text below the break.
It Happened One Dawn
Jasmine filtered through the air
As I came upon a sight,
A female of such beauty rare—
Eyes of chocolate, warm and bright.
Honey dripping from her skin
Oh! To touch, to taste, to smell—
My hands on her a mortal sin
But the urge I could not quell.
Across the garden, through the mist
We walked towards each other,
It had been ages since we kissed—
But first, we needed cover.
Close enough to see her face
Her eyes now full of light;
She wrapped her arms tightly in place,
Then I spread my wings for flight.
It didn't take us very long
To reach the summer garden;
Between my heart and hers? A song,
Against which we could not harden.
A longing glance, a brush of hands
As I released her waist;
She could make of me any demand,
And I'd comply with haste.
Her scent changed, then so did mine—
We were finally alone;
The long months through which we did pine
At last, we were at home.
Thumb on chin, her head tipped back
And then I claimed her lips;
She gave my chest a little smack
As I took hold of her hips.
Her bright laugh belied the motion,
As I laid her on the grass;
And we could hear the distant ocean
While she exposed my arse.
Corset unlaced and skirts pushed up,
Leathers falling from my chest—
Her gorgeous breasts were free to cup,
Then suck at her behest.
Her moan was followed by a blush
That spread across her skin,
But my scarred hands made her hush—
She'd be loud when I'm within.
Our want—nay, need—for pleasure grew,
And I took her with a kiss,
Her hair covered with morning dew,
As we chased our mutual bliss.
The hot desire we could not hide,
Near impossible to slake;
Moving—thrusting—deep inside,
Such noises she did make.
As we neared the peak, I thought
To part with her was pain;
But then beneath me she went taught—
My love, my life. Elain.
For the lovely @wingedblooms - I promised you something spicy for your birthday, and here it is, just... very late, and a whole lot longer than I initially intended (though worth the wait, I hope). Happy belated birthday, you incredible human; I'm so lucky to call you a friend. This poem was inspired by that scene from Pride and Prejudice, 2005. 🖤
An ode to headache powder, from a hand so able;
I look at it most every night, upon my bedside table.
An aura of magic so pure, radiates from the bottle;
But I hesitate to use it once, I'd hate to use the lottle.
The earplugs now sit next to it, there in pride of place;
It's like she is right next to me, I can almost see her face.
One day soon I'll make my move—undo the hurt and pain;
And when she's in my arms this time, I won't let go again.
This is dedicated to the lovely @tswaney17; happy birthday, beautiful! You're a bright light in the fandom, and I hope your weekend is as amazing as you are. 🖤
@casuallivi your tags are always brilliant, thank you so much! Though I can't claim the drawing 🙃 I just mucked around with a sticker from an editing app.
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