Her: I may not be your first love but I am gonna rain the best love of all time.
He: I appreciate but I'd prefer to stand under an umbrella. Love is a drug, makes you an addict.
Her: Then I will be your favourite addiction. Intoxicate you with all the love I have.
He: I'd prefer to stay out of intoxication. Cause I am afraid ther won't be a rehabilitation if someday there's an "after you." Never!-
Just a drop of love every minute, and my heart would have filled over. It wasn't hard but to me it looked hard. My heart grew bigger, and could capacitate a lot more than I can imagine. However, absence of such love diminished my expectations and soon the desire too. The longer I waited, the further I walked away from myself.
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We held on to that Bournville as we nibbled it,
The essence of the dark chocolate was later masked by the sweet aftertaste of your lips.
As our breaths gushed through our desires,
I pulled you close by the waist.
I drew the nectar from your neck,
My eardrums echoed with your soft moans,
I am enchanted by your pheromones.
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I looked straight into your eyes as they rolled back,
Your nails digging deep through the skin on my back,
The colour of your nail paint matching my blood, dripping.
Your lips had a passionate tint ,
Our breath resembled the smoke to the Fire within.
The intensity reverberated through the walls of our heart.
I'm falling head over heels for my favourite art.
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I asked her, "What would you like to eat if you ever go out with me?"
"Whatever I find best on our Wedding menu," She replied.-
Before you crush a soft heart with your bare hands, just ask yourself. "Are you really ready to feel the wrath of a heartless person?"
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Eyes.
My friend and my foe.
Holding back truth and tears.
Expressing faith and fears.
I'll cover them and let them rest,
Till my heart can pump to its best.
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Never try to tell someone about their beautiful heart.
They'd still throw it at someone expecting them to catch it.
And here is how a heart is dropped and broken.-