Junoon -E -ishq ka asar kuch es kadar tha
Deewana khud ko kehkar
Bebaak mujhko banata raha
Jazbaat saray meray likh kar
Wo khud hi shayar bana raha

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More Than Hero Worship

Your mind-blowing intellect sets my feminity a-quiver
Nights and days I rage aflame like Amazonian forests
And you become willingly blind like all governments to the atrocities of the poor and other
Sometime ahead, I wish to measure the scales
To balance the standards that you've carved in our world
I rapture to the skies, beyond clouds, a winged bird, when you bestow your sparrow-width attention on my commonplace self!
The moment you flit away, my smile droops unfinished
Like this half-done poem.

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His words were voluptuous enough to satiate the sapiophile needs of her.

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अंधेरी रातें,उदास तारें और आसमाँ
मुस्कुराता चाँद बस नई सुबह की आस में ….

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True Intimacy

Intimacy isn’t just the warmth of skin,
It’s the courage to let the truth seep in.
To bare the scars and tales untold,
To let someone see your heart unfold.

Not bodies, but souls that intertwine,
When whispers of past become a lifeline.
True intimacy isn’t fleeting desire,
It’s a steady warmth, a sacred fire.

So, tell me your fears, your pain, your past,
And know with me, you’re safe at last.

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Dame' Confessions

Some shreds of dry leaves were spreading around,
Native grasses which turned yellow, are ready to latent in the ground.
A twilight trek,
The young Liege with a red shredded attire,
Roaming the whole environs in his roadster.
Liege is now entirety enticed,
By the snappy arrival of the young damsel.
But the young damsel felt annoyed,
By the naggy treat of the Liege.
A love tale is flourishing and fetching some colors.
Something divine happened, like a wonder-inspiring and they become pairs.
One-day
The young Liege sets out for a tour.
Dame, alone in her axil, starts love-roar.
" A love confession afore you", dame is prinking.
"Oh, dear Liege, my vision is dimming,
I've raised a veil of pain in my eyes,
All of the clops of you, are now assembled with my sighs.
I can feel your savor everywhere,
Oh my dear.
It is just a love confession afore you.
The lid of the axil is now open for you,
A big clasp is waiting in the gateway just for you.
My heart is thrashing,
And I have to calm down as the blowing breeze is whispering,
The tiny cuckoo bee has surely some great tiding,
I'm wondering
As I'm done with my confessing".

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Recherche une sapiophile qui aime la tendresse

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