You left a note for me,
A cacti alongside,
"May our love live forever."
I smiled,
If only you knew
With his one touch,
Even rose will never die.

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I never knew what it was
to find unknown traces of heaven lurking through crevices of hell until
I found you

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A serendipity

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Ever wondered why was this person never yours?
How impossible is to have his arms around yourself being wrapped up in his hug?
Would you move his hands to adjust the grip more comfortably?
How would his touch feel?
Silky as his skin? Or rough as his behaviour towards you?
Would you say thanks?
Or would you just savour the moment?
Would you smell his fabrics so that his masculinity would fill the whole of you?
How about stealing a bite on his neck;
Would he groan? Would it hurt? Or run rivers of excitement and curiosity in his nerves too?
How would a kiss be? A feather-touch romantic? Or a forced intrusion?
As smooth as sweet honey spilled over the lips? Or a harsh encounter of those lips who never meant to meet in such a way?

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And in the end,
We just need to be loved,
We just need to be choosen,
No matter what...

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The night doesn't let me sleep,
What would you say if I tell you how keen I am to know where are you ticklish when I race my fingers on your bare snowy skin?
What would you say if I tell you the way I get excited when I think about running my fingers on those rivers of your nerves which highlight your masculinity to perfection?
What would you say if I tell you how that unkempt beard and moustache of yours arouse me in the most exotic way imaginable?
What would you say if I tell you I want to touch those facial hair of yours which go unobservant by many?
What would you say if I tell you these weird thoughts which hit me hard during the midnight and leave me craving for more of you?

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While the rain gushes alongside heavily,
the raindrops drip over my windowpane;
One at a time,
Slowly and steadily;
Leaving behind a trail of its individual existence...
That's exactly how I feel when I think of him,
With outburst of mixed feelings,
Each and every human emotion ever known drips through my heart,
Leaving a sign each in my mind afresh everytime;
So that I donot forget that for infinities to come and go,
I would be in love with him.

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And that night laying peacefully in my coffin,
I smiled.

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While his words made less sense;
His silence was beauteously poetic.

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My feelings, my emotions,
All have stopped making sense these days;
Maybe they speak a language alien to me,
Unknown, unheard, unspoken
Yet intense and powerful.

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