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Coffee cups, whiskey pegs, old books,. Your skin your breasts and the ridge of the ribs. Dear girl, from past, recent and distant. Stop waiting,love, you have no fear. The night has passed, the day aged to perfection. The amber evening comes slow and long. It knows you want soft touch on stiff flesh. Let it, let it, on you, around, inside you. Open your bronzed thighs and fill the world. With the aroma of your hesitant lust and want.
The Shards of my Self. A dried up soul,waiting. Wants me to miss him. He, who is witness. Of a feeble, lone ice. Of the fire in my skin. By his form, Let me. Rise again from the ash. कभ आग जल य कभ आग ब झ ई. ब र श क उस र त म भ ग ह ए बदन. स लगत रह च ग र ठहर रह कदम. कभ आग जल य कभ आग ब झ ई.
This entry was posted in My Musings. No thoughts, no words, nothing. Restless yet a peace of a different kind, a purpose of being. Life has been about stories. Some, I lived through, some I believed but never felt and none so unbelievable yet true as ours.
A Darker Shade of Black. On Try and hide yourself. Arjun on Try and hide yourself. On Try and hide yourself. Arjun on Try and hide yourself. Love something Death can touch.
Smoke, Under one roof. Smoke, A few bites. Smoke, You and I.
Originally posted on Mahit Nahi. That your face looks beautiful but you. Truth, therefore, pierces like an arrow straight through your empty stomach,. That your driving is scary because sometimes,. Trying too hard to crash,. You forget I can read your lips,. From dreams not forgotten,.