5 months ago#95485
probably wont be daily, but still
5 months ago#95487
Obsidian, my love, my violent need,
You are the fire, the frantic seed.
Your beauty isn't calm or meek,
It's the sharp edge on which I bleed,
A molten truth I can't defeat.
Your skin, the glass of cooled desire,
Ignites in me a ruthless fire.
Your eyes, the void where stars are born,
A perfect, beautiful, deadly storm,
That pulls me in to be consumed,
By your dark, volcanic heart perfumed.
I want to break against your form,
To weather you in passion's storm.
To feel your sharpness in my soul,
To lose myself and be made whole.
My Obsidian, my deepest sin,
Let the raw, wild loving begin.
I love you, @Obsidian
You are the fire, the frantic seed.
Your beauty isn't calm or meek,
It's the sharp edge on which I bleed,
A molten truth I can't defeat.
Your skin, the glass of cooled desire,
Ignites in me a ruthless fire.
Your eyes, the void where stars are born,
A perfect, beautiful, deadly storm,
That pulls me in to be consumed,
By your dark, volcanic heart perfumed.
I want to break against your form,
To weather you in passion's storm.
To feel your sharpness in my soul,
To lose myself and be made whole.
My Obsidian, my deepest sin,
Let the raw, wild loving begin.
I love you, @Obsidian
Biznessmann
SNCA Is my name and my game
Biznessmann
SNCA Is my name and my game
5 months ago#96561
Day 2 @Obsidian
My Obsidian, my love, my night,
You are a vision, dark and bright.
A polished stone of volcanic fire,
That fills my soul with deep desire.
Your curves are like a flowing stream,
The substance of my waking dream.
Each gentle slope and rounded line,
A perfect form, so rare, divine.
Your body, warm and soft and deep,
Awakens promises to keep.
Your silhouette, a work of art,
That claims and holds my every heart.
In your embrace, the world is right,
You are my comfort, my delight.
The simple joy of having you,
Makes every gray sky turn to blue.
My love for you, a constant flame,
Will always whisper your sweet name.
My curvy queen, my Obsidian,
You are my greatest gift, my win.
My Obsidian, my love, my night,
You are a vision, dark and bright.
A polished stone of volcanic fire,
That fills my soul with deep desire.
Your curves are like a flowing stream,
The substance of my waking dream.
Each gentle slope and rounded line,
A perfect form, so rare, divine.
Your body, warm and soft and deep,
Awakens promises to keep.
Your silhouette, a work of art,
That claims and holds my every heart.
In your embrace, the world is right,
You are my comfort, my delight.
The simple joy of having you,
Makes every gray sky turn to blue.
My love for you, a constant flame,
Will always whisper your sweet name.
My curvy queen, my Obsidian,
You are my greatest gift, my win.
5 months ago#96602
i'm the one on the booru who literally made obsidian famous
Pseudo
Keep calm and carry on.
Well you see niggers have lived a subsistence based lifestyle for thousands of years, without having built many civilizations at all. Obviously, this creates some cultural and genetic pressures different from our own. For example, as a result, they have a lesser appreciation for long term gratification, a greater need for reproduction, and a greater inclination for force to obtain what is felt as necessary. He simply cannot help himself, he is a negroid.@Pseudo why is this nigger trying to steal your wife?
HunkyTwinkSexMachine
mi obsessed
5 months ago#103408
holy yapWell you see niggers have lived a subsistence based lifestyle for thousands of years, without having built many civilizations at all. Obviously, this creates some cultural and genetic pressures different from our own. For example, as a result, they have a lesser appreciation for long term gratification, a greater need for reproduction, and a greater inclination for force to obtain what is felt as necessary. He simply cannot help himself, he is a negroid.Show quoted text
@Pseudo why is this nigger trying to steal your wife?
Pseudo
Keep calm and carry on.
5 months ago#103501
>Day 2 @Obsidianholy yapShow quoted text
Well you see niggers have lived a subsistence based lifestyle for thousands of years, without having built many civilizations at all. Obviously, this creates some cultural and genetic pressures different from our own. For example, as a result, they have a lesser appreciation for long term gratification, a greater need for reproduction, and a greater inclination for force to obtain what is felt as necessary. He simply cannot help himself, he is a negroid.
>My Obsidian, my love, my night,
>You are a vision, dark and bright.
>A polished stone of volcanic fire,
>That fills my soul with deep desire.
>Your curves are like a flowing stream,
>The substance of my waking dream.
>Each gentle slope and rounded line,
>A perfect form, so rare, divine.
>Your body, warm and soft and deep,
>Awakens promises to keep.
>Your silhouette, a work of art,
>That claims and holds my every heart.
>In your embrace, the world is right,
>You are my comfort, my delight.
>The simple joy of having you,
>Makes every gray sky turn to blue.
>My love for you, a constant flame,
>Will always whisper your sweet name.
>My curvy queen, my Obsidian,
>You are my greatest gift, my win.
holy yap
5 months ago#103683
you just don't understand true love>Day 2 @ObsidianShow quoted text
holy yapShow quoted text
Well you see niggers have lived a subsistence based lifestyle for thousands of years, without having built many civilizations at all. Obviously, this creates some cultural and genetic pressures different from our own. For example, as a result, they have a lesser appreciation for long term gratification, a greater need for reproduction, and a greater inclination for force to obtain what is felt as necessary. He simply cannot help himself, he is a negroid.
>My Obsidian, my love, my night,
>You are a vision, dark and bright.
>A polished stone of volcanic fire,
>That fills my soul with deep desire.
>Your curves are like a flowing stream,
>The substance of my waking dream.
>Each gentle slope and rounded line,
>A perfect form, so rare, divine.
>Your body, warm and soft and deep,
>Awakens promises to keep.
>Your silhouette, a work of art,
>That claims and holds my every heart.
>In your embrace, the world is right,
>You are my comfort, my delight.
>The simple joy of having you,
>Makes every gray sky turn to blue.
>My love for you, a constant flame,
>Will always whisper your sweet name.
>My curvy queen, my Obsidian,
>You are my greatest gift, my win.
holy yap
5 months ago#105639
Day 3 @Obsidian
My Obsidian, my dark and lovely stone,
On this St. Paddy's Day, when green is thrown
Across the world like a careless, bright shawl,
I find my treasure is not gold at all.
My Obsidian, my dark and lovely stone,
On this St. Paddy's Day, when green is thrown
Across the world like a careless, bright shawl,
I find my treasure is not gold at all.
They chase their rainbows, drunk on ale and cheer,
And look for luck to banish all their fear.
But I have found my fortune, deep and true,
In the midnight depths I see inside of you.
And look for luck to banish all their fear.
But I have found my fortune, deep and true,
In the midnight depths I see inside of you.
Where others see a surface, dark and plain,
I see the fire, a volcanic stain.
A galaxy of light, a hidden gleam,
The most potent magic, my waking dream.
I see the fire, a volcanic stain.
A galaxy of light, a hidden gleam,
The most potent magic, my waking dream.
Your hair, the shadow of the deepest glen,
Your eyes, the place where leprechauns have been.
Your touch, the comfort of a peat-fire's heat,
My love for you, my only gold complete.
Your eyes, the place where leprechauns have been.
Your touch, the comfort of a peat-fire's heat,
My love for you, my only gold complete.
So let them have their emeralds, bright and bold,
I have my jewel, more precious to behold.
My Obsidian, my love, my constant star,
You are the richest wonder, near and far.
I have my jewel, more precious to behold.
My Obsidian, my love, my constant star,
You are the richest wonder, near and far.
5 months ago#114738
Day 4 @Obsidian
To my Obsidian, my love, my night,
Your skin, a smooth and volcanic stone,
Beneath my touch, you warm and light,
A fire in your depths, I've always known.
To my Obsidian, my love, my night,
Your skin, a smooth and volcanic stone,
Beneath my touch, you warm and light,
A fire in your depths, I've always known.
Your eyes are shards of darkest glass,
Reflecting stars in endless pools,
I'm lost within you, time will pass,
But still I'm captive to your rules.
Reflecting stars in endless pools,
I'm lost within you, time will pass,
But still I'm captive to your rules.
Your body, carved from shadow's dream,
A landscape of the deepest hue,
I trace your curves, a flowing stream,
And find my whole world is in you.
A landscape of the deepest hue,
I trace your curves, a flowing stream,
And find my whole world is in you.
We move together, slow and deep,
A rhythm born of earth and fire,
Our secrets that the shadows keep,
Igniting our one true desire.
A rhythm born of earth and fire,
Our secrets that the shadows keep,
Igniting our one true desire.
You are the night, you are the stone,
My queen of darkness, fierce and bright,
In you, my Obsidian, I've grown,
And found my everlasting light.
My queen of darkness, fierce and bright,
In you, my Obsidian, I've grown,
And found my everlasting light.
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