I am not calm—
I am a storm drunk on its own thunder,
a wildfire that eats the horizon
and still roars, not enough.
I do not love gently—
I consume,
I tear,
I break the night into shards of
lightning
and wear them as skin.
Touch me—
and you’ll know
I am no garden, no safe shore.
I am the wolf’s hunger,
the sea’s rage,
the flame that laughs while burning
its own body
If you come closer,
come not to tame,
but to burn with me—
to dance barefoot in the fire,
to bleed joy from wounds,
to be devoured
and call it love.

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A city I never
surrendered to,
The love I abandoned
in silence,
Emotions that withered
unsaid,
Nights that dissolved
into fragments.
Fleeting glances turned
into ghosts,
Promises drowned in
forgotten rain,
And somewhere between
‘what was’
and ‘what if,’
I lost pieces of myself
I never reclaimed.

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The Night that held Us!
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Slowly moving her hair aside
from back,
He kissed her neck, leaving fire
in his track.
Her body trembled, breath tangled
and weak,
A thousand emotions she dared
not speak.
The night was heavy, the air
turned wild,
Two souls colliding, untamed
and beguiled.
Burning the boundaries they
kept at bay,
Lost in a storm where reason
gave way.
Desire unchained, they forgot the cost,
For in that fire, all lines were lost.
And though the dawn would
demand its due,
That night was theirs — fierce, wild,
and true.

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A Slow-Burning Flame!
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You came in quietly,
Not loud, not sudden,
Like feelings blooming without consent.
I stood still as it grew in me—
This ache, this wonder, this
slow-burning flame.
It’s not quite love, not yet defined,
But something deep, too close, too near.
And each time you draw near,
I taste both comfort… and unclear fear.
Because what if I fall and you’re
just passing?
What if I stay while you disappear?
So I hold my heart with trembling hands,
Scared of this feeling I hold so dear.
So I cage it —
In poems, in pauses, in glances
turned away,
In silent smiles and words I’ll never say.
A fire I fear, but cannot blame.

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Ocean & Us!
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Her back met the tide,
bare, glistening under moonlight,
as he traced constellations
along the salt-slick curve of
her spine.

She moaned like the sea,
low and rising,
as waves kissed places
only he had the right to claim.

Bodies tangled,
like kelp caught in current —
rhythmic, primal,
each thrust echoing the ocean's call.

And when it ended,
there was silence.
Only skin, only breath,
and the sea,
still trembling around them.

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They said,
"A good wife stays silent"

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She stood beneath
the midnight rain,
Lips parted, wet with
sweet disdain.
The fabric clung —
a sheer disguise,
But he undressed her
with his eyes.
Their shadows flickered
in the storm,
Two bodies tangled, wet
and warm.
The sky went wild, the night
turned red—
As she was taken,
gently fed.

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A Betrayal
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A friend, a love -
a mask you wore,
I never knew you kept
another door.
Each word you spoke
— a velvet thread,
I kept on going until I bled.

I searched for you in
truth and trust,
But all I touched is ash
and dust.
A lesson etched in grief
and sorrow —
Every stranger grows
apart tomorrow.

You played your part,
destiny is written,
By hands once warm,
now frostbitten.
You were the storm
behind my calm —
The sweetest wound,
my quiet harm.

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The velvet sky,
Like the poetry in rhyme,
The fading sun,
Like a long-lost love.
The pearl in the ocean,
Dances with the rhythm,
With the distant shore,
It yearns—but touches
nevermore.

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Her fragrance in the bed sheet,
And the mirror holds her
fingerprints,
The essence of her lingering
around,
Imprinting her magical touch,
A silence, scented with fire,
The echoes of his names,
Between the hollow of her thighs,
Where surrender whispered
his claim.
He chases her in shadows,
In the crease of morning light,
Tasting her in coffee,
In every pause of his sighs.

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