..wakes up due to breathlessness
damn! flashes of you are intoxicating

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She lights a Cigarette, housed it between her nicotine stained fingers and puffing without regret. And she can see her spirit dancing in the Smoke. Floating, Flying, Flatering Smoke.
Smoke entwines around her hair
winding into her face, circling around her nose, tracing the outilnes of her gentle facade, lacing her fingertips and cuddling up close to her smooth pale skin.. The smoke in the air fills her breath with memories.. Dissipating.
Somehow a Cigarette made it easier for her to breathe. With each hacking cough she felt Alive.

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He was a an art, an Magnificent art. Every part of him was intoxicating. Kind of breathtaking.
From the blink of his eye and
Curl of his lips
To Wave of his hair and
Twirl of his beard
To Dimple of his smile and
Sound of his laugh
To lines on his palm
And the nerves of his hand
They all showed me what handsomeness is all about.

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When You Walk On The
Petals Of Roses
Scattered On The Way,
It Spills The Nostalgia
In My Memory Lane,
The Crimson Flowers
Thank The Hands
That Plucked Them.

And The Roses,
Still Silent On The Branches
Resting With Thorns,
Their Noblest Foe,
Are Jealous Of The Scattered Lot
As They Wish Dearly
The Same Fate

Why

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Smoke tingled and,
Danced upon his soul.
A simple act of breathing
Was never so painful
Hallucination…?
No. he could feel the
Pinprick of the goosebumps
All over. A manic craving
Slowly threatening to take over
Intoxicating his senses
Feverishly;
Clinging to the remnants
Of self-control he had
He said “NO.”
He knew that he had
Kicked the cigarette
Forever.
He was finally free!
It was now
The time to heal.

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Your poems are like a freshly brewed coffee, an intoxicating aroma that lingers long enough to keep me captivated till I fall asleep in the arms of your mid-night goodbyes.

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Sometimes, love is like coffee.
You wouldn't want to make some
by yourself
You'd yearn for someone to fill your mug
to its brim
With joy gushing like the froth.
When magic carves itself like
the whipped cream on its top
Maybe, you could slurp on it while it's still hot
With its aroma seeping into the core of your heart.

A bit intoxicated,
Wouldn't you now want to smudge the bitterness of caffeinated sin
As a token of gratitude
With your dark coffee stained lips?

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Your thoughts are like
Poison running through
My veins...
Your desire is like demon's
Feast... And loving you is like
Living with the chaotic mind...

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Kisi chij ko Apni adat mt bnao... Ki Uske bin Ap rh na pao
Qki ,
adat pdne vali hr chij nsili hoti h.....♥ ♥

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I'm laying at the Edge of the Bed
Watching your Lips rest
Gently upon your Cup,
Imagining the Soothing warmth
You Feel as your Tongue gets a little Taste,
The Satisfaction that fills your Soul,
I can relate my love,
You are my little Cup and i am badly craving
The Silky Warmth of your Intoxicating Elixir
Upon my Palate,
As any Gentleman can Patiently
Waits for his Turn to fill his Soul,
With all of You..!!

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