Happy Boyfriend Day to the one who turns ordinary days into stories I’ll never forget. With you, laughter is louder, silences are softer, and even the simplest moments feel extraordinary. You’re not just my boyfriend, you’re my favorite adventure, my everyday comfort, and the best part of my world.

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and bloomed against his tongue
like a forbidden prayer
he couldn't keep inside,
As he devoured every trembling petal
until her ache became
the flavour of his need.

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Bisexuality is not confusion; it is clarity in embracing love beyond rigid boundaries. What’s truly perplexing is a world that still struggles to accept the beauty of fluidity. Celebrate authenticity, honor diversity, and remember that love needs no explanation, only the courage to exist unapologetically.

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with chains that
gleam like midnight,
each command
a silken leash,
each pause
a sharpened edge,
until my breath breaks
beneath the
shadow of your will.

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Happy Teacher’s Day, my love!!!
There are times when my past traumas weigh on me so heavily that I become insecure, childish, and even irritating, and for that, I am truly sorry. Yet in those moments, you never let go. You hold my hand with patience, you calm the storms inside me, and you remind me that love can be a safe place. You’ve been more than a partner to me; you’ve been a teacher of the purest kind. You’ve taught me that scars do not make me unlovable, that vulnerability is not weakness, and that trust can grow even in the soil of fear. Today, I want to thank you not just as the man I love but as the one who teaches me every day how to be stronger, softer, and braver. My love for you is real, unshaken, and eternal. You are my teacher, my love, and my safe haven always and forever.♥️

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I sank my teeth into his shoulder,
the taste of salt,
a baptism in sweat and fire.
My body arched like a broken hymn,
a creature unraveling
beneath the hunger he etched into my skin.
His growl was thunder caged at my throat,
his hands twin shackles of flame,
holding me open
to the ritual of his fury.
I clawed like a sinner at the altar,
I trembled like glass before the strike,
I begged, not for release,
but for the storm that bled me hollow,
the storm that crowned my ruin
with pleasure’s pain.

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your grip bruises my hips,
dragging me into the inferno,
each thrust a violent claim,
each moan a confession
carved in sin.

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When death comes
and the body lies silent,
they say the mind lingers
for seven minutes more.
In those seven minutes,
I know what I will see.
I will return to the beginning,
to the first time our eyes met,
to the nervous hush between us,
to your blushing smiling face
that made the world gentler.
Those minutes will not be filled
with fear or with darkness,
but with you...
Your laughter, your warmth,
the weight of love that endures
beyond breath.
And as your face slowly fades,
I will sink into the quiet,
and those seven minutes
will carry me
into eternal peace~

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The thought of ending my life blooms within me, cool as night.
Happiness may never come, but tonight, I am content...

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Depression isn’t always tears.
It’s prying open the curtains after days of drowning in your own night.
It’s whispering “I’m okay” because the truth would splinter you open.
It’s watching life rush past while you sit in the ruins of your own stillness.
And it’s not asking for help because to name the hurt would be to bleed it all over again and you’re not sure you’d survive the spilling.

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