In between my inner thighs
I house, not a cunt or sex toy,
But a delicate flower
Of petals of two skin folds
Which is so strong to hold
The ultimate pure ecstasy,
The secrets of the Universe
Which has a language of it's own
Deciphered in pain and pleasure,
Filled with the nectar of life
With wafts of martriarch
Which reminds the living world
Who has got that divine power
To gift life in this world.
In between my inner thighs
I house the flower of Heaven
Gifted by the God.

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Why are you always looking for creams, waxing and shaving .....Because, Nowadays All are looking for beauty...
"Your vagina is not someone's toy" .....
But, they will have a lot of survival stories to tell us....
Your body is not an experimental item ....
Your body is not a battle ground .....
Your body is not an experimental item for beauty hacks.....

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वो चाँदी की एक कटोरी है
शहद सी मिठास भी थोड़ी है।
किनारे-किनारे उसके मोर पंख का पहरा है
इश्क़ और ज़ज्बात मिले तो, वो बहोत गहरा है।
भींगी दीवारों पे ठहरी बूँदें, शीतल सुमन रस हैं
उस प्रेमरस का पान करो, प्रेम में ये जरूरी है।।

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Bleed with pride.

Nither she is an emblem of impurity,
Nor she is untouchable while her vagina bleeds.
For it's nature's rule;
Your existence too depend on her bleeding.
Menstruation - a process still incomprehensible to them.
For their ignorant minds find hard to accept ,
That refusing her from entering into the temple,
Won't do any common good.

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I've lost my focus somewhere




"Oops!!! here it is... Yayy!!!"

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जब तक जिस्म से जिस्म की प्यास ना बुझे
रूह का प्यार भी अधूरा रहता है

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Part 1

Her vagina had deep dark fantasies hidden inside
That prostitute but never opened up with anyone
Men came and went fucked her , but nobody embraced her flaws
Smoked, drank and did many foolish things but she kept quiet....

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For this dagger you
hide beneath,

I have a hole eager
to bleed

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Navel acted so shy,
But fingers desparate to try,
Finally made it's way,
between the thighs...

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" I am waiting for the time
When I won't have to be judged for my existence anymore
When I'm free from suspicions
When I will not be the content of others choices
And I'm all out of scrutiny ",
the Hymen under her skart sounds too much.

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