Wow, I“m speechless. I just read your poem: " I“m never good enough".
Wow, I“m speechless. I just read your poem: " I“m never good enough".
" No Integrity " shume shume shume e arrire
Komlimentet e mia, te gjitha shume te bukura
Longing
Sweeping strokes caress.
Nuzzling and soft tickling graze
of unshaven face causes quiverings.
Long lingering kisses arouse.
Kneading and tasting of flesh
makes desires flare.
Titillating nudging contacts excite.
Erotic intimate proceedings transform
into fervent passionate abandon.
Paroxysms of ecstasy and exhilaration storm.
Cravings and amorous longings diminish,
smoldering until the next surging torrent.
E.K
2006
Hope
Struggling through hardships,
Clinging to the hope of better things
Strengthens resolve and purpose,
Enabling us to proceed.
Seeing another beat great odds,
Rejoicing for the hard fought victory
Bestows inspiration to continue,
Bolstering our own hopes.
Watching parents and children play,
Enjoying their unconditional love
Explains the endeavors of so many,
Living for their hopes and dreams.
Donating our time and efforts,
Fulfilling the wishes of The Higher Power
Awards blessings upon both givers and receivers,
Empowering continuation of the hopeful Quest.
E.K
Fund
I dashur Kokepapuce anonim.
Zbulim te madh na paske bere. Sigurisht qe edhe ky pseudonim ketu siper ka qene i imi. Nuk duhen me shume se dy cent mend per te bere lidhjen , perderisa ketu, tek tuk kam vene edhe inicialet e mia.
Po ma merr mendja se ti je nje nga ata qe marrin guxim vetem kur kthejne nja dy gota uje me gaz.
Tani ti dhe shoket e tu me lini te qete e vazhdoni te beheni tape me vaj ulliri , une kam punet e mia ...
..Iku koha kur merzitesha se luanit me mailet....
Ja , po ju pershendes me poezine me kot qe eshte shkruar ndonjehere nga dikush qe kujtoi se piu alkol po ne te vertete po pinte leng geshtenjash...
Absinthe
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
A party so divine
A kiss full of catharsis
A Love like winter
Two hearts clash
A kiss turned bitter
Now the crystals crash
Time is not long
Death is near
Time to sing your swan song
There is nothing to fear
Absinthe has rendered you asunder
Now your six feet under
Hajt , gjithe te mirat. Je i nderuar e i rrespektuar deri ne detaj...
Une e di kush jam dhe e di ke dua , skam nevoje per leksione e tallje nga "Two bit idiots" me trurin nje impulsor
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