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• 80th birthday, resilient, brother-in-law,native of Lexington Ohio, moved to Michigan, retired to Florida, good golfer, caring, grill master, steak lover, CFO, Perdue college , traveler
• About my rescue dog, how she entered my life and how she filled my life with love. I am thankful for her by my side and hope she will accompany me for a long time. She is my souldog
• He gently slides her pajama pants down exposing her trimmed bush kissing her thighs his breath dancing over her Mound. He slowly parts her legs nibbling the crease of her thighs tracing the folds of her lips with his tongue his hand sliding up to her erect nipples. Her eyes flutter open and his tongue finds her clit "well hello honey what a way to wake up" she smiles he raises his face "you ain't seen nothing yet" and plunges his tongue deep inside her wet vulva making her moan softly. He continues eating her til she screams. She begs him to let her up, she just woke up and the need to use the restroom is growing by the second. He finally let's her up just in time. When she gets back he is laying on his back fully erect "where would you like to sit first?" She smiles and lowers herself onto his face "eat me more baby" he starts tongue fucking her as she wraps her hand around his cock.he gasps into her as she grinds her juices flowing freely she takes the head into her mouth moaning around his long thick shaft. She feels the pleasure building but cant seem to get there. He grabs her hips and flips her over now on her back infrot of him he pauses to admire her wetness before smiling and plunging his hard cock balls deep into her throwing her over the edge she digs her fingernails into his shoulders and whispers in his ear fuck me baby fuck me hard and deep. He kisses her and begins thrusting his balls slapping against her she screams and wraps her legs around him fill me up don't stop honey. He pounds her hard and deep til they climax together. As they lay breathless he says hey I wanna try something and parts her thighs again her chest still heaving he buries his face in her mound tasting their orgasms mixing together
• Alison our daughter 40th birthday high achiever responsible , caring mother to Desmond, caring and thoughtful daughter, playful, beautiful inside and out
• ലോകത്തിൻ്റെ പ്രകാശമായ ഈശോയെ കുറിച്ച് 48 വരികളിൽ വി. യോഹന്നാൻ്റെ സുവിശേഷം എട്ടാം അധ്യായത്തെ ആസ്പദമാക്കി ഒരു പദ്യം തരുക
• Open sky, endless blue, hooded shawl, features obscured, water, rows in a round-bottomed boat, oar, coast, water, Naimiota’s tides, wind, melody, distant hum, bird cries, waves, hooded figure, features hidden, strands of rich ginger hair, sounds leading him astray, song alluring, sweet tones, beckons him closer, calls, mysterious source, rocks, water glistens, gleams, surreal, otherworldly, three shapely forms, bare breasts, beautiful, ageless, one has long wavy golden hair, one green hair, and white hair, very fair skin, hair like streams, voices weave spell upon air, greet him with seductive, glamorous schemes, deceit, destruction, death, allure, sirens, his face still hidden, heart strong, unyielding, sound mind, fierce, sees through their charms, vile core, sirens from waist below resembled fish, sparkling scales, large breasts, eyes, vibrant, clear, sinister, malicious, his intense clear blue eyes, rises, surprise, horror, closer, he rises mighty axe in hand, tall and powerfully built from, they claws and teeth sharp as knives , young Gnord adventurer warrior eighteen summers old, allure devious thrall, their eyes shock fear, his blade hacking, slashing, severing, cleaving, wounds, shrieking, teal blood flows water rocks, coast, arms, heads hair eyes mouth dead, death, water, his strength courage sirens doom boat axe hood pulled back smile wind air sun clouds charm heart anew day
• Loss of loved one strength to carry ocean as comfort and healing
• The Obisidian Isles, volcanic, tenebrous, smoke, fire, skiy, fortress, castle, minions, slaves, ominous, eerie, oppressive, brooding, foreboding, wraith, ruled by vile and powerful warlock king Metis, pallid skin, sunken eyes, eyes black coals with a glowing golden light at the center, long ebon hair, gaunt, sitting on a black marble throne with human skulls on the arm rest, long skeletal like fingers adorned with rings, throne room his right hand, a tall man clad in plates of crimson and hooded black cowl, a large great sword strapped to his back, and a long sword belted to his waist, two belts, his face is hidden within the dark confines of his hood, left eye black with an orb of red at the center and his right eye is without iris clear white eye , both eyes visible in the darkness of his hood, his lord and master beck and call, Sir Ragnor Mortbane, a formidable warrior and most trusted general and commander of his lord army, Metis the pact he made with the archfiend Malacriox, her form rounded and well-endowed high yellowish violet slitted eyes nefarious, cunning wicked, ancient, powerful, greedy, , residing in the nightmarish netherland of Ruinveil, eldritch suffering, sinister, malevolent, death, Metis made a pact with the female archfiend long ago and yet plans to betray her overthrow her destroy her and harvest all her secrets and power for himself he cackles plots schemes, what Metis doesn't realize is that his right hand Sir Ragnor has ambitions of his own and yet the crimson plated sentinel is patient
• ominous, army, dread, foreboding, brooding, sky, day turned dark, like night, sky full of otherworldly winged creatures, ominous, oppressive, invasion, proud King Culmin of House Prigent, the Firehearted, kingdom soldiers, knights, rallying, people, fighting, blood, fire, flesh blood, monstrosities, invading troops led by a knight clad in plates of blood red and a black hooded cowl hood pulled over head, longsword strapped to his waist twin belts, right hand gripped an enormous great sword, sure to bring much death scores of knights and soldiers behind him large heavily armored encased in plates of black heavily armed, uncanny aura, many of the king's knights and troops recognize the knight in red, fear stricken hearts faces going pale, Sir Ragnor Mortbane,, was this red terror's name, he was the right hand of the powerful and vile warlock king Metis, ruler of the Obsidian Isles, realization dawning on the face of King Culmin clad in plated bronze wielding a morningstar and has shield fighting alongside his men protecting his people and his family, his wife Queen Adelaide, their young twin son and daughter Corvin and Lavinia both only ten summers old young, fires raze death monsters knights screams peasants blood corpses loss the great sword, Froststorm, wielded by Sir Ragnor, imbued with powerful destructive magic bringing forth lightening and ice with each strike slashing cleaving scorching freezing his foes left and right, the armor he wore enchanted as well every drop of blood that wet his armor made it stronger and impervious to harm, under his hood his face hidden in darkness is left eye a red orb glowing and the right eye white without pupil blank, the knights in black plates fighting slaughtering cutting down without slowing down nor fail, King Culmin challenges Sir Ragnor the knight beheads Sir Theodore before accepting the king's request, Sir Ragnor bows slightly before clashing with the king, combatants on both sides makes space giving them room, slashing striking thrusting trading blow for blow, the king loses his morningstar in a swift blow from the crimson plated knight the king brandishes his sword, Noonday, and the battle continues the kings shield is cleaved in half and he begins to tire, Sir Ragnor suddenly plants the tip of his blade into the ground surprising the king in fluid motion Sir Ragnor pulls out his long sword, Cindergale and the the blade ignites and severs Noonday in half in a single blow the king is shocked then a horizonal sweep of Cindergale severs the kings head the stump smoking sizzling burnt flesh and bone and a swipe from Cindergale creates a massive whirlwind air wind strong violent enough to shredd through armor and flesh alike knights soldiers and peasants women children elderly alike caught up in the storm torn to pieces blood gore, Sir Ragnor sheaths Cindergale and retrieves Froststorm the mighty blade rests on his shoulder Sir Ragnor looks up at the partially ruined castle and sees the horrified faces of what is left of the royal family and slightly bows and tells his men none shall survive
• The Obsidian Isles, black, volcanic, smoke, fire, sky, clouds, magic, darkness, warlock king Metis, sadistic glee skin pale, pallid, sunken eyes black orbs with a speck of gold light at the center, gaunt, long skeletal fingers, rings, throne black skulls, power magic, minions, slaves, fortress castle, his lieutenant Sir Ragnor Mortbane, broad shoulders, clad in crimson plates and a black hooded cowl, his face conceal in the darkness of his hood his left eye glowing orb and his right eye white without pupil his sheathed sword, Bleeding Pyre, secured in the scabbard at his hip, and the greatsword strapped to his back, Storm Caller, wide belt, the knight in crimson slight bow at his master his lord at his beck in call, the warlock king pact with the ancient and powerful female archfiend Taleshra, her beauty profane vanity her power her ambitions yearning, the pact formed with the deity Metis schemes to shatter overthrowing his master and taking everything she has for his own always craving power death destruction secrets dominion blood misery horror cackling Sir Ragnar Mortbane ever silent his thoughts his own his own ambitions patience time
• open sky, small round-bottomed boat, water, Naimiota Tides, birds, mountains, land, rocks, a man hooded scarf shawl, lone, strands of red hair, hood over head, rocky, his face hidden darkness of hood, rocky island, oar, singing in the distance, melody, beautiful voices tones, sounds air, wind, the tiny vessel closer source alluring mysterious, water on the rocks, sight, three forms nude lusciously formed one had long wet golden hair, the other long wet light green hair, the other long wet white hair, full welcoming lips, large buxom breasts, ageless features, singing alluring tempting seductive pull charm the white haired one with violet eyes playing lyre, the man gets closer their lower bodies from waist down like a fish their bare bodies voices enchanting lure they're smiles the man continues to draw closer to his doom or so they believe they deem him just another fool deceived by their devious foul allure they assume wrong the man might be young and yet his will his mind heart is strong and sound he isn't fooled his steel gray eyes tall muscular frame large double-bladed axe his intense glare he isn't deceived by the siren's song call deception their evil true vile nature exposed the only blood spilled here today shall be their own their sharp teeth claws savage brutal anger fury the young warrior goes into action his blades tearing of flesh and scale alike the sirens screaming his axe hacking chopping gory chunks of their bodies their teal colored blood the white haired one's severed head eyes wide mouth agape water rock Gnord, the young barbarian adventurer only eighteen summers old brave not a fool wise clever skilled death their demise
• Tiverswell once prospering port town abundant bustling alive, the year1485. glories now in ashes flames unroll, the night consumed by chaos death lost souls, bedlamthe invisible barrier that separates worlds realms suddenly shatters disappears is no moreportals suddenly open abyss realms collide ghastly beasts demons monsters wraiths fiends on stallion legs with lizard hide wielding lances and pole axes their laugh a cruel echo in the dark the moon and stars blood red hulking demonic knights clad in ebon plated armor glowing yellow eyes faces dark red snout wielding wielding swords and axes and enormous hammers of war nude forms of the succubi soaring through the night air giant bat like wings harlots of hell mix of beauty profane sharp teeth whip-like tails sucking out souls other abominations appear as well roars growls death plunder blood rot screams crying fires ash in the midst of the destruction and loss a solitary figure emerges his mighty sword lopping off the heads of demons and monsters left and right his vibrant blue eyes long wheat colored hair somersaulting through the air evading dodging attacks swords lances axes hammers and orbs of hellfire none collide he's too fast agile and strong his name Anselm Casey, a former knight of The Order of the Lancers of Dawn, now a mercenary. dauntless swift his blade deadly black ichor flows from the wounds of his slain foes the fires of Tiverswell, mighty Anselm saves who he can and continues to fight
• Emotional support Siberian husky Luna. Eternal bond. Remembering, honoring, love, grief. Her birthday is today. Sadness missing her. Blue eyes. Meeting again one day. Soul dog. Rhyming
• The Bog of Berktawa she roamed, Vurlda, her long silver hair, fair skin, eye patch over left eye, the warrior woman, alone humid dank stench rot muck midday trees insects fur covered her large bosom sweat bare midriff sounds movement shadows foulness snapping alert throat noise her hand broad sword figures shadowy multitude clearing their figures varying in size their appearance grotesque and familiar long sharp thorn like teeth mouths too wide black and eyes bright at the center long sharp claws ravenous vile hunger evil brutal savage ghouls many of of them large and fat tall gaunt bald long scraggly matted filth hair torn tattered attire male and female saliva and blood Vurlda soon surrounded brave intelligent daring strong Vurlda has to get away they charge intending to make her a feast sword at the ready prepared she beheads the first a towering mass of fat she hacks off the arm of a female ghoul wearing a tattered filthy dress dark red blood mixing with the muck her blade slashes hacking chopping the ghouls in a frenzy claws bared teeth gnashing Vurlda claw marks on her thighs and belly and arm her blood the sight and scent excites the rabid fiends their hunger grows Vurlda slashes evades solid kick the the groin of one of the ghouls tall and sinewy she lops off its head headless body collapses sinking into the muck she cuts open wide the belly of another dark blood and innards pouring out cleaves through the neck of the ghoul many more abound she can't cut them all down she isn't a fool she runs they give chase sounds sword gripped tightly sweat and bblood smears her body face heavy chest thicks waterfall dive roars sun sky water birds
• The once bustling prosperous glorious port city of Tiverswell now up in flames ruined destruction death ( the poem takes place in the year of 1890 ) the night the moon red as blood the night smoke cinder , the invisible veil that separates realm appears to have shattered disappeared, nightmarish creatures and fiends have appeared chaos blood death eerie grusome ghastly people fear souls death slaughter of the innocent protectors overwhelmed and slain streets run red men women children elderly all slain dread other worldly beings with the form of a stallion from the waist down, torso of a man, and the head of a lizard muscular wielding pole axes and some with lances impaling and hacking away with delight grim, tall and imposing clad in ebon scale armor wielding and and uses shield yellow slitted eyes helm with gnashing sharp teeth demonic knights cutting everyone down slaughtering laughing their face red cruel inhuman eyes horrid breath, suddenly ne of the demons cry out then its head soars through the air black ichor heads lands oonto the ground, the nude form of a winged female demon with the stench of sulfur and decay flies by her large bat-like wings she shrieks as her body suddenly plummets to the ground her body cleaved in half from hip to hip, black ichor and innards the fiends look on in utter confusion a lone figure with long wheat color hair and eyes of a vibrant blood and fair skin with sword in hand the blade coated in black his eyes glaring at the demons the demons begin to laugh doubting the prowess and skill set of this new foe their laughter cut short as his blade strikes true evading and dodging the weapons of his hellish foes the charms of the succubi hovering above have no effect his blade imbued with mana cleaves through armor and bare flesh alike reptilian heads and the heads of the red skinned knights lie on the street bubbling puddles of black ichor their bodies in heaps the lone swordsman leaps into the night air slashing at the foul winged hell harlots severing wings limbs and heads all falling to the ground below A tall hulking demon knight no longer with helm clashes blades with the lone human warrior the demon is shocked qnd puzzled by the strength and speed of the lone human the demon's defense is breached the blue-eyed avenger buries his blade deep into the center of the chest of the demon, black ichor leaks from the nose and mouth of the hellish brute his yellow eyes wide as the sword is drawn back and the blue eyed warrior raises his sword high over head and in a downward blow cleaves his foe in half. The man stands alone in the midst of the grisly scene panting sigh there was still much for him to do, his name Anselm Casey, a former knight of The Order of the Lancers of Dawn. He was now a mercenary hired by the church. dauntless strong powerful highly skilled intelligent formidable tall wind miasma death rot bodies scattered of human monster and demon alike rot the stars are red like tiny dots of blood in the vast black mass of the night's sky when will this waking nightmare be over he had no clue still work to be done
• Kamil, mechanic, 43 birthday. Trusted collega, empathic, people focussed. Lover of Stand up paddling. Bringer of cake an treats
• I appreciate you, love you, miss you, and can't wait to spend my life with you. You are the best thing to happen to me and I am grateful to have you
• duel wielding axes, leaping forward, slash, chop, hack, Bronda, berserker, axes, yetis, their light blue blood, hacked off arms, legs, and heads, Bronda spins a whirlwind of of death, her, she, her thickset body, her ample bosom, strong, mighty, yetis, roaring, thick white fur, tall and broad, muscles, black claws sharp as swords, sharp teeth, tusks, their eyes black sclera with a dot of blue at the center, swipe of claws, chests and bellies cut open, the tundra of Blizzard Crown, high snow covered mountains and frozen ground, snow, chill, sun, open sky, air, Bronda's battle cry, her her yeti pelt, her hair long and wavy and fiery red, her icy blue eyes, freckles, her face covered with the blood of the beasts she slays, she laughs maniacally twirling her blades, her strength, agility, speed, endurance, hacking through the tall lumbering beasts, hacking away at their massive furred bodies like hay, harvest, her wide hips, frozen ground with the remains of her foes, bright blue blood freezing in the snow limbs heads and entrails abouther full lips
• Obsidian Isles, volcanic dark beauty, Kaelthor , the great warlock king, ruler, vile, sadistic, powerful, evil, cunning, intellect, long flowing black hair, bone white skin, gaunt, ancient, wrinkly, long skeletal like fingers back tint long sharp nails, savage, cunning, clad in black, eyes black with glowing orbs at the center, throne of obsidian intricate, citadel, minions about trusted lord-lieutenant, Sir Ragnor the Ruthless, clad in in plated crimson, tall mighty hooded black tattered cloak features hidden left glows glowing red right pure white only notable features visible to the naked eye, his mighty sword sheathed on his left side hip belt, imposing, sentinel imposing silent,, eerie powerful malevolent aura, the dark knight beckoned his masters will or call, with a slight bow, Kaethor formed a pact with the the archfiend Arixa, soon she shall collect what is due the warlock king has no desire to deliver for he has devised a plan to keep all that he has amassed due to their unholy union, he smiles cackles tapping his sharp nails, Sir Ragnor silent and plunders his own rebellion sky dark ash blood magic
• Rihan who is moving away to his homeland, india
• My husband made me breakfast and was very kind and caring with it. He also put everything in a bag with a lot of warmth
• His long straight white hair, emerald green eyes, wearing sapphire blue, Clovis Biron was his name, dauntless, formidable, strong, agile, hooded cloak, sword dancing through the night air, lopping off heads and piercing black hearts thrusting severing tearing their skin color alabaster and some ashen long fangs claws eyes like pools of crimson with a black moon at the center false vitae blood dark red and blood of obsidian hue his blade never tires view night some young some ancient monsters abominations beast they all are fangs claws soulless beings, the town of Emerlet, mist, moon, stars, wind, death, their fangs, spittle, eternal hunger, claws,
• जिस दिन रिटायर हुआ था मैंउस दिन से विभक्‍त हूं किरदार तो चला गया जो रह गया खालीमैं वो अतिरिक्‍त हूं अब मैं मजाक हूं पात्र हूं उपहास का जिसकी कोई औकात नहीं वो पात्र हूं इतिहास का मेरा जमाना गुजर गया जो कर सका वो कर गयाएक आदमी था जो मर गया अब दम नहीं अदम हूं मैंपीछ हटता कदम हूं मैंदर्द जो सहे बिसर जाउंगा न आया है कोई न मैं फिर लौटकर आउंगा
• y brother La'Vonyea is a great and amazing father. He is strong, calming in stressful situations, loving, caring, dependable, he is a trickster, always finds a way to make you smile in good or bad times and he always shows up for his family. He is an inspiration to me and I am very proud of him of becoming the man and father he is today.