My love, think of me as a river.
When night falls and you drift into sleep, the river does not wander away to other lands. It continues to flow in the same course, quietly, faithfully, carrying the same devotion.

Sometimes the river looks still on the surface, and you may think it has stopped caring but beneath, it moves with strength, with purpose, always heading towards the ocean of us.

You may feel that I do not try enough to wake you, but like the rain that keeps falling though not every drop is seen, my efforts are always there. They may look small, but together they form a stream of love that never dries.

If ever I were to flow toward another, I would not hide it, because water cannot disguise where it moves. But the truth is, I do not flow elsewhere, my path is only toward you.

I wish you could see that every drop of my effort is for you, even if sometimes it feels like less.
My love is like water. Steady, pure, and unchanging, no matter the time of day or night.

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I am the sea,
open and wet, waiting for you.
You are the fire,
Come burn through my waves.

Every stroke you give,
Let be a tide breaking in me,
every breath you take,
Let turn into storms on my skin.

Melt your snow inside my ocean,
Let me shiver in your strokes,
My waves rise,
screaming your name,
roaring for more.

I burn, I drown, I melt
again and again,
until nothing is left
but your fire in my sea,
and my sea around your fire.

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Every time I broke her heart,
the CCTV of her memory kept the record.
Now she fears love like a replay of old mistakes.
But I am ready to face that camera again,
to show her new frames of trust and forever.

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Patience is not waiting. It is keeping faith alive, even when life itself is gone.

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ENOUGH

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Free

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My 2nd Novel.

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Your lips, bold as fire,
Whisper untold desire.
A sensual curve, deep red,
Where fantasies are quietly fed.

Beneath the fabric, a secret lies,
Two hidden treasures, divine and wise.
Your blouse clings, a sensual tease,
A glimpse of heaven, veiled with ease.

Oh, to touch the unseen grace,
To kiss your breasts in a tender embrace.
In your mystery, I long to drown,
Lose myself where pleasures crown.

Your beauty, a sin, a prayer,
In every glance, in every stare.
Let me be lost in the depth of you,
Where passion is bold and ever true.

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If people can accept death, why can’t they accept forbidden bonds and focus on the word bond rather than forbidden? After all, in death, people don’t focus on whether it was good or bad – they simply focus on the fact of death.

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Inspired by one of the famous scene from the film “Titanic.”

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