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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Ink on My Collarbone
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The hush under the sky,
the ink on my collarbone,
dripped down the alley,
wondering how the climax
would be.

Chilled fingers, bare skin
with scars,
shivers through the spine—
heat and hunger,
nails tracing etched secrets.

And somewhere between the
ache and arrival,
I melted like cotton candy.
You tasted every bit of me,
a story I keep rewriting
each time I touch
the hollow of my collarbone.

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Your breath on my skin,
Like melting honey on every drip,
Your touch, unraveling the
hidden spots,
Like a road map traveling to the bliss.
A shiver down the spine,
The chills beneath the bones,
Each breath a quiet storm,
Each gasp a sacred moan.
A slow surrender,
Under the moonlit sky,
Your hands, like a poetry,
Exploring the curves of
every cranny,
Igniting want, awakening desire.
Time dissolves in the hush of lips,
As we write symphonies
through fingertips.

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I often dive deep,
Until it’s all crimson hue,
Hands upheld, words unsaid,
A silence that left a void,
Lost in the oblivion,
I stare at those quiet flames,
Craving to be engulfed
To burn down till ashes,
I do not seek salvation,
Nor rescue from this night,
Just the peace that comes
with ruin,
And the beauty in the fight.

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The empty train seats now hum with forgotten stories—some were marked by stolen glances, others by silent yearnings. Minds wandered, lost in contemplation, while the wind softly ruffled hair and dreams soared silently behind closed eyes. Each vacant seat once cradled a fleeting moment, a quiet dance of emotions, now left behind in the stillness.

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