We met,
Take me to the night
We emersed ourselves in each others arms,
Take me to the night
Our lips felt the heat inside us,
Take me to the night
We melted our greed,
Take me to the night
Our skin endavoured our unexpressed love
Take me to the night.....!

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याद हैं तुम को वो हमारी पहली मुलाक़ात
जो रूह से रूह की हुई थी,
याद है तुम को वो हमारा पहला नशा
जो लबों के छुने से चढ़ा था,
याद है तुम को वो हमारी पहली बारिश
जो प्यासे जिस्म को भर गई,
क्या बयाँ करे उस रुहानियती रात के बारे में हम?
जब नजरों से पहले ये लब मिले
और दिल से पहले ये जिस्म...

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I can entertain you with my moans
But I need you to make me fill with joy,
I can fulfill your greed
But I need you to make me thirsty,
I can be your favourite music
But I need you to 'play' me first,
I can be the curve of your nights
But I need you to insert me in,
I can be your unending love
But I need you to show me the 'LOVE'!

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Let your body Rug me up,
Let your lips melt me down,
Let your fingers run over
The paradise between me,
Let your tongue
Lick the hard beads,
Let your breath
Lit the fire in me,
Not only the bedsheets
But the room full of moans
But the aroma of the pleasure
But the hickeys all over me
Are the signs of the winter night
That was hotter than summer.

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वो शब इतनी घनी थी
की चद्दर की सिलवटे भी
उसके बदन की गर्माहट से सिरखने लगी,
उस पल की ज़ुस्तजू अब भी कायम है,
वो शिद्दत भरा छुना अब भी
अंदर की आग को जगा देता है,
इख़्तियार न था उसका खुद पर
जब आग़ोश में ले लिया
उसने अपने मेहबूब को,
उस रात जिस्म का नही
नफ़्स का मिलन था,
जब जिस्त का उन्स
जिस्म का उन्स बन गया था.

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Waking me up from my wildest dream,
he held my fears against the wall.
Warming my lips through his melting cream,
he made love before my broken heart fall
and caressing those pieces, he consumed me all.

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Canvas or curves,
either way
waiting for brush.

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in the middle of
this bittersweet
chaotic world,
when my parched
horizontal lips crave
to quench their
thirst by drinking
the nectar from
yours, and my
wet curls of pinkish
vertical lips crave
for sugary but salty
nectar held in yours.

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Whenever you and me
merge into 'us',
the weather calls it a fuss.
Our greedy lips collide
with every inch of skin
asking for more and more.
You may call it as flame
but all I want is fire.
The fire which will melt
my every ounce of the soul,
fading all the regrets of past
merging into beautiful sins.

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the apocalypse entering
through wrecked windows,
chilling our warm bodies
with its icy hands and
did not fail to embrace us.
We made love despite
the endless conflict betwixt
the catastrophic cold and
the racy spark of our souls.

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