the night aches
in a subtle fragrance of
autumnal wreckings
bared by the
unseasonal awakening
of january rain
my voice measure
the thickening air
with caesuras of
the shifting snow
i find myself swaning
into a deep dark-blue pull
of your unrhymed patterns
in the night sky ~
/Poem in Caption/-
i had buried your name
under mouldering seasons
but forgot to lock
the doors #
tonight
i struggle
against the unholy spaces
between the edges of
silver birch leaves
and
damp earth...
/Poem in Caption/-
When she is on her periods but still watching horny things(images/videos)
After some time:--
रुह की बात करना गर काबिल ए गौ़र है
तो जिस्म की बात क्यूँ लाज़मी नहीं
आज़माने की ख्वा़हिश हर एक को है
पर बातों में नुमाईश कुछ और ही-
I don't really like to go home on vacations,
I don't like to stay at home and face that woman, my mother, who has given me
birth by having unprotected sex,
and who, also, shames me, for having sex, as a slutty daughter.-
Wrapped inside the blanket, their bodies found solace in the warmth they shared. Fingers traced invisible paths along bare skin, igniting a silent symphony of desire. Breaths intertwined, forming a whispered melody of passion. In that cocoon of intimacy, they discovered a world where time stood still, lost in the allure of each other's embrace.
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