Humpday Entertainment Presents:

Due to the lack of interest in the the short story we previously ran, it has been cancelled.



Today we present Angel O'Malley Adams' poetry:


Softly whisper your passion Come to me my loving... Softly whisper your passion

Come to me my loving heart

I'll cherish your gentle tenderness

From this day forward I'll impart

My emotion of contentment

That grew instantly as we met

From the depth of my souls embrace

Straight to you for whom it was meant

Refresh your souls thirsting need

Come bathe in passion's bright glowing fire

As we dance the dance of eternal love

Wrapped in our flowing desires

Our need for each other so great

A timeless burning flame

As at last we have found each other

And our place together we claim? :)
. . .



I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to wince it came
Without the love it longed to know.
I am not sorry for my soul.


I shallow my breathe

I wrap myself up in your eyes
Feel your gentle touch wisp across me

Your lips offer such sweet honey

Look deeper, beyond common boundaries,
You shall find me waiting to shelter your heart

From the harsh coldness of the world

. . .



Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit imp... Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

- William Shakespeare