I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.”

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You are that smile that I try to hide in public,
Cheeks blushing, heart racing, my stomach doing all the somersault tricks;
That 'Hi' of yours gives me butterflies,
I get so nervous that I forget to reply,
My cheeks blush in all hues of red and pink,
Your presence is enough to make me forget what to think,
Your laughter does something to my heart,
It feels like I'm on the moon,
surrounded by stars,
You glow even brighter when you smile,
It's an honor for me to witness it right before my eyes,
I think I'll have to send an application to God,
Requesting him to write me in your destiny, to make me yours,
But I don't know if it will reach there,
For I've always been an atheist but now I'm learning all the prayers.

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Writing letters is so intimate. Like, imagine giving someone a folded piece of paper; watching their expression change from that of perplexity to pure joy and adoration at reading something cute you wrote. Bearing your soul to someone in the form of ink and paper, and then their keeping your soul safe in their favourite book. Its all just so intimate. ♥️🐼

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He handover me a pen and asked me to draw him. Not knowing about sketches I drew him in the form of poetry, He stared into my eyes and said, I am not the stars; I foolishly remember staring at him on a starry night while star gazing. 🌝♥️

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Me:- Standing and staring at the mirror wearing a saree...



Suddenly I heard BUHHEY WARRIAN TENNA LE KANDA TAPKE,TU AJAA NII HAWA BANKE✨



It was so soothing, I got frightened for a second, but later found out it was "THAT SOMEONE" singing..



And the whole night I wasn't able to sleep bcuz I was too busy in blushing 🍃🌻

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In Aditya's storm of gloom, Geet breezed in with laughter as her umbrella. In the script of their lives, she rewrote the scenes of despair, transforming their love story from a grey script to a technicolor love story, proving that sometimes happiness is just a quirky step away.

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When she knows he doesn't like all these cringey things, but sometimes for her he does, vibing on bhojpuri songs was never his cup of tea but for her he agreed every single time she told and even replied back, she was even aware that he had no idea about any of odia songs, but sometimes he just picked some lines for her, a guy who doesn't care about anything going around but remembers the very little details she said, a tough one around his classmates but melts at just one word of hers. When he doesn't care about others words but trusts her with all his heart. Seeing him gives her peace, and her texts are relieve for him.

Godammn Whyyy love sounds so poetic when you write it somewhere???!!?

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She: He broke my heart...

Me: Break his ego, go n date his closest best frnd ;)


Lol, kidding🌝💀
Hatt, Itnii v buri nhi hun mey 🐒
Sirf haadiyan todh, ego wego kya hota h🤡

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Love have never seemed perfect to me bt seeing his soft brown almond eyes and his smile, ahhhaareee it could, it could just bring stars from heaven to his knees. And that's where in my eyes I got my perfect love. ♥

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People will not always be brave enough to tell you that you no longer vibe with them, sometimes you just have to read energies and remove yourself from the equation. :/

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