Silence surrounds you
until you learn to
open your mind...

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Marriage is an institution, they say
A binding of souls, not just a day.
It’s vows exchanged beneath a sky,
A promise whispered, never to die.
Not brick nor stone, this house is built
On moments shared, on love and guilt.
It grows in silence, speaks in tears,
Knows joy and pain through passing years.
It isn’t chains or prison bars,
But freedom found in who we are.
Two voices learning how to blend,
Two stories woven end to end.
It falters, stumbles, finds its grace,
A daily test, a sacred place.
Not always fair, not always kind,
But rich with meaning love can find.
Marriage is a school of truth
It teaches patience, mends our youth.
A lesson lived in morning light,
A reckoning in deepest night.
It’s laughter shared, a wrinkled hand,
A quiet strength, a wedding band.
Not perfect, but deeply real
A lifetime vow the heart can feel.
So if it’s an institution still,
It’s one we enter with our will.
Not out of duty, but desire,
To keep alive love’s steady fire.

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She climbed onto my lap like sin wearing perfume
hips slow, eyes darker than my past.
No words. Just breath,
and the soft grind of need meeting need.
Her hands found my throat,
not to choke, but to claim.
To say you’re mine without sound.
I let her ride me like a reckoning,
every moan an unspoken truth
neither of us was brave enough to speak.
And in that sacred, savage silence,
I felt her come, not just on me,
but into me....

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Not asking, just needing.
not soft, but starving.
not to hurt, but to feel something real.,
She arched like it meant yes and maybe it did.,
Leans into the pull, into the weight of me,
like waited all her life
to be claimed, to be ruined right.
She looks back, not with fear, but with fire,
like she wants to be undone
and knows I’ll do it...
Mouth open, eyes wild, she says my name
like a threat, like a plea,
and I answer with hands, with thighs, with teeth,
with the kind of touch
that leaves bruises beneath the skin
and somewhere deeper...

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She opened her legs wider, without hesitation,
While licking the outsides of her passion fruit being stained with a scent that would linger,
I penetrated her walls of her vulva with my tongue and 4 fingers,
The undulations of her hips let me know that she enjoyed the tongue play without a doubt!
Both lingual and digital stimulation …
simultaneously inside and out
My tongue pressed her clitoris in such a way that she grabbed at anything that was there,
My finger press was such that she was grabbing at things that weren’t even there!
Clutching on to bed sheets and pillowcases,
fingers on the crown of my head, and more...
The expressions of her squirming said that
I was rocking her to core..

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The sun dips low, its warmth still near,
A hush that only dusk can hear,
The air grows thick, a golden mummer,
A lullaby that speaks of summer.

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She buries roots of ancient trees
with a resting heart of moist fungi
and lowers her other knotted hand
to pat the creatures gathered round
who gaze at her with curious eyes
as she molds barren earth into land...

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Play the melody within your heart,
So that your soul will never fall apart,
Let it fly like a loving harmonious song,
For it is something that we have longed...

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कुछ लोग शब्दों को किसी भी आकार में मोड़ देते हैं,
तो कुछ दिल को शांत करने और आत्मा को लुभाने के वादे करते हैं,
अंतिम विश्लेषण में, शब्दों का कोई मतलब नहीं है।
वे ऐसे नाम-पत्र हैं, जो कुछ अपने छोटे से दिमाग़ को अपने अंतर्निहित स्वभाव के इर्द-गिर्द लपेटने के प्रयास में चीजों पर देते हैं....

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जोखिम को एक चुनौती के रूप में लेना एक शानदार अनुभव है, और इससे भी बड़ी भावना जोखिम के परिणामों पर काबू पाने की है।....

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