- Harish Satheesan

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So it happened after a fight,
Her anger was loudly alight,
I pushed a chocolate bar,
Spotting her mouth ajar,
She choked, her wrath soared,
As the petty words roared,
Zapping through her scary flips,
I leaned and kissed her unruly lips,
She was taken aback and so was I,
We got naked to let the fervor fly,
I grabbed, praised her in a wild exclaim,
She snogged, setting the urges aflame,
The utensils kept flying hither thither,
We magnetized, as our skins withered,
She had been refurbishing the house all day,
Now, she moaned, the house in disarray,
The kitchen, the bedroom and the halls,
Trashed away with our thrusting hauls,
The chocolate taste had melted away,
She stared at me in a distraught sway,
I picked her up and lowered near the tub,
Then bathed her with a pool scrub,
She awwed, tossed me aside and ran off,
Came back with chocolates, kisses kicked off,
Her warm mouth and chocolate trickles,
Marched them back, my sensual tickles,
It started again, our lust, our enthusiasm,
A fight, a kiss, a bath and a noisy orgasm.

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One of the most cherished dashing molecules of our existence are the fluttering particles that stamp together to display us a memory. As we age, these particles cram together in random arrays, and we forget some of the events. On odd days, you'll be awed by a childhood souvenir that replenished a forgotten memory and you'll browse through more souvenirs for more recollections. That's why, your grandparents study your features by clasping your arms.
They are recalling those articulate memories associated with the most treasured souvenir to them, your parents.

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Oh, you feminine filament,
Female's trivial element,
Oh, their threads of artistry,
With no raving books of history,
Oh, you strands of womanly hair,
Imprisoning me in your flair,
Oh, you fibers of ethereal beauty,
Diverting me from my puny duty,
Oh, you silent strings of serenity,
Crowning females with amenity,
Oh, you waves of whispering wire,
My love, my insatiable desire.

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My friends doze me in their sleazy chats,
I revisit your hugs, our coziness like cats,
They cry about their work life and strife,
I tread tenderly, to our nightlife, wildlife,
I concur, establish fake grins at their glee,
You hiss, when I wore you, your first saree,
You groan at this unknown, uncharted attire,
I swirl and wrap you with my heartfelt desire,
Your dwindling poise diverted to uplift,
When I hurled praises at you, as a gift,
These guys and their boastful stuffs never cease,
Your friends catch me, as my stares at you increase,
They nudge and signal you about my innocent gaze,
You swivel and smile at me, setting my longings ablaze,
I grin back, weirdly, as this wave of rousing emotions,
Drowns me deep, in you and your lustrous oceans.

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The night, fuelled with your gasp,
Your body, fondled in my clasp,
The leaves, rustled around you,
Your eyes, glittered the lunar blue,
The tight embraces elevated our senses,
As I swallowed your moaning dispenses,
Your hair swayed and swung and swirled,
My life trailed away from the world,
Our entwined lips kept withering away,
At the soaring zeal that the tears portray,
Your lustrous bites didn't sting at all,
As I hauled you up, the bedroom wall,
Your legs shiver and embrace with wild exclaims,
As I paint the wall, with you and our wild flames.

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A crestfallen day can evaporate away easily by tiny gestures of compassion. Physically impaired persons and elderly folks demonstrate it everyday. These fragile beings desperately search for comfort and glee by evaluating their surroundings. When you lay a sensitive glance at them and aid them, out of the blue, in one of their daily chores, they'll fling their facial muscles, tinkle their foreheads and land a beaming smile on you. Such a smile, that originates due to exceptional kindness, clings to your thoughts and ascends you into a deep serenity for a long time.

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Biologically, men have stable emotions as opposed to the ambivalent feelings churning inside a woman. At a moment, men can only submerge themselves in one of the emotions ranging from anger, elation and sadness. But, when a throbbing newborn baby is handed over to the father for the first time, for a split second, the father is rendered speechless due to the turbulent wave of emotions amassing him, emotions that range from anxiety, fear, sadness, kindness, compassion, love, curiosity, enthusiasm and an eternal euphoria.

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Reality and Fantasy; the two opposite directions of a cognizant mind. Beyond reality, you'll discover mythical eerieness and beyond fantasy you'll encounter excruciating hallucinations. Normal people prefer to reside in reality while the abnormal are imprisoned in fantasy but, artists dwell between them, hence the need for isolation and quietness.

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Nostalgia; an alluring state of human sentimentality wherein
the thoughts of an individual are teleported back to the
extinct and ecstatic moments of the past. Something, as
small as a dusty pencil, left under the wardrobe, could
spiral you back to those days of timidness, when,
you refrained from approaching your childhood
crush. A clamoring child, a tricky teenager
and an evolved adult possess expanding
amplitudes of memories, while a shrinking
elder, drifting away from the niceties of life,
is bombarded with those forgotten
memories by a sentient scent
called

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