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Wine kicks in Lust do to
We back again ,Losing myself ,Pumped oestrogen,May be !Men call it ?Best curse ,Women desire ,Lustful fire ,Those Ribs fuel in ,Broad chest !Drives me in ,Sweat gulped body,Shows our intensity ,He make me lose my sanity ,Erotic vanity .........
I don’t wanna-breath still I hate my body wants to live but my soul has faded
I hate myself
Wept alone Dark very dark night ,I usually am accompanied ?My star light ,Enveloped away the night !To escape ..This time ,For a change ,I shut everything out ,Finally And finally I realiseI am all alone ,Dark night ,I gave up everything around ,And beyond ,Dream of unknown future ,Further more ,I kept weeping ,Hiding ,Avoiding ,Cracking ,This dark night ,Nothing was right ,I realised ,Sacrifices I made ....For my people ,We’re wrong ,Long time gone ,Lonely night ,My heart aches ...I stopped living ,Breathing air for myself ,Had stopped ,I wept I wept My mom next room ,I can’t scream ,I wept ,The pillow hid my pain ,I forgot my journey ,What a worst irony!This night .Dark unfortunately!Unforgettable night ,My pain shined so bright ,I shed I shed away cruelty,I wish to live .Live more ....
We kissed we loved we kissed again but !
I loved you So do now You do love me Why did we separate? Love ……
Marina shores echoes not language nor religion
My Unperfected story
Let me tell you my story ,I grew in Chennai,My family!Raised in a village ,I did love fresh air ,City sounds were fair ,Indeed ,India is a mixture ,That’s our main feature ,I grew up Hindu school ,Half life life went with prayer ,Rest half life ,I jumped to a Christian school ,There too we had prayers ,Still I had lot of friends,One thing !I hated Physics Broke my head ,My teacher is a Christian ,She’s a lady of work ethics ,Thanks to her ,I cleared my mess ,Then I studied medicine,Damn I struggled And jugged ,Not always story is good ,At eighteenMiddle of my college I fell sick ,And weak I wanted to get my license,Sadly I lost my taste sense ,I lost my pace Drugs !Ruined my face ,I had a best friend ,Purdah of beauty ,At times moody ,When I broke ,She helped to awoke,She did pray ,Time went on,My college days ,Numbered ,Thankfully My teacher again helped ,She is Christian She did pray for my exams ,My mother loved temples ,She is the best I could ask ,My special heart glass ,We went to temples ,I loved the temple bells,And church bells,The story at its end ,What am I saying is ,I have a Muslim friend ,Christian teacher ,Hindu parents ,That’s my story ,It’s not the religion,Or the caste They prayed different places,Still one thing mingled,Was their love ,We have uniqueness...Not differences ,Let’s bends this disorder...Bring love orders ......
My Realistic cartoon ,Your dirty drools ,Bone craving tongue ,Snowy fur,Devil eyes!Taxing belly rubs,Dainty ears,Wiggling up and down ,Furry model !
Memories I wish to fade away
Some memories ,I sunk them ,Until deep corals ,So deep ,Even ray cant pass,Deepest despair ,Still !!You haunt me ,Swimming up ,Let me go ,I can’t breathe ,Stop drowning ,My soul is sunk ,Save me sharks ,Your fear ,May fade away ,Those memories,Scar me away ........
Sumptuous lips ,Excite me !To Consume them with a kiss ,Sultry black hair ,Hypnotising curves,Sapphire eyes ,Imprison me !Her tips foreplays me within ,Patience broke me ,I lost my gentleness,I wanted my teeth to scar her back red ,I Instilled lust into my fingers ,Exfoliate her desires ,Row my tongue ,In Her ocean of wet !I longed ,Unbutton her hymen ......
Chocolate heaven ,Perfect crust ,Lustful layers ,One divine bite ,My taste buds !Zealous for more ,Sprinkles !Added features,Crunch and favour ,Oh i did adore ,Chocolate burst ,And tasteful feast
Scars of past
Diagnosed sick !!
The day when ?I was classified sick ,Needles !Have become regular guest ,Veins kneeled punctured ,Needle were greedy ?Of my red blood ,Cotton swabs ,Cleared up my little drips ,Now hands hold up !Punctured marks ........
One wild night 😍
Closed walls ,Shiny star lights ,To set theme right,Naked of course !!He crawled in ,I moaned !He thrusted harderI moaned louder !I tighten his body Changed positions!!My filthy desires ,Weren’t enchanted yet !!!Finally He pulled me up ,Hugged him tight ,Harder he pounded ,Louder I moaned !!He whispered “Want me to wear you out ““Yes “More lustful desiresPopped in !Unlocked beast within ,He was dripped in sweat ,I leaky wet !!Pounded me more ,Our Tongue swirled ,Bites and hickeys More Spanks marks My Reddish buttWe came !!We opened the curtain ,Sun shined Realised !We did it,Whole night !! Ruthra
Love,Will die,When left uncultivated.©iamthestoryteller
Mental health awarenessOh wow today dedicated to my mental health and your mental health The one that affects every other health My mind trapped behind a closed door A place where silent screams resoundAnd tunneling thoughts drill doubts and lies deep within meA hidden place no one physically reaches but can inflict pain by the vibrations of their words Worst of all the self infliction that blows jabs and stab at my being without remorse when I dare give in to the toxic train of thoughts My mental health so important a day is dedicated to it Sadly those in a state of denial and weakness recieve not the help available,for this disease is not visible Scarcely could you detect behind a charming smile and a bubbly persona there's a cry for help Unbeknownst to its individual the neglect of mental health rips that being to shreds, feeding its victim with cycles so dangerous "Dont worry it's a phase""It comes and it goes""Your monthly is almost here""That's just the way you are deal with it on your own""Oh stop the whining and grow up""Do you really want to speak and be a burden?""Shut up! Step back!Retreat!pull away!cry under the covers,tomorrow's a new day.""Deal with it on your own"Inner commands harshly silencing us.Tricking us into believing if the problem is intangible then it is not important.So the cycle continues As a child,be seen and not heard.Progressing in age you're told it's a phase."An excuse you're making for your rebellion"."Ungrateful" you are for feeling things you cannot quite decipher.So adulting you do, with the myth that you're grown and you must deal with these things on your own.Ironically from your youth that neglect of your mental health should now help you to deal with problems you never quite understood."Too emotional""Too soft""Too weak""Clumsy ""Needy "All expressions that contribute to the cycle of neglect So one day a year,acknowledgement is given while throughout your many years you were silenced by oneself and those around.This cycle needs to be broken for it's only fair that my broken mental health and yours too is given a voice to truly speak.Christine Richardson©christinerichardson
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Some people you love the most are not actually suitable to survive with you. They just find their way to adopt their happiness and are never guilted for your break.~ Mahitha © mahithak
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Poetry, in it's truest nature, is for the souls who are broken, hopeless, and for those of us who have gone absolutely mad.©fletcher88
Exams are good. They make me realize that I can sit idle for 3 hours without my phone...©akriti_21
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How can I mend your broken heartWhen I have no heart of my own©tolu_writer
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Meera plucked some roses from the garden and brought them in. She placed them under the chandelier. She went inside the kitchen and brought a big bowl with water in it. She kept the bowl besides the roses and sat on the ground. One by one she started cutting the stem of roses and separating them from the flower with bare hands. Now and then the throns picked her skin and bloods starts coming out of the wounds. But, she didn't stopped she cleaned the blood from the end of her dupatta and continued separating the flowers. Once, all the flowers are separated she placed them in the bowl. The flowers starts floating in the water. Soon the day changed into night and like everyday Raj and Meera sat together for dinner. Meera served him the dinner. Both of them ate in silence the only sound that can be heard was of clock and the clinking of spoons and plates. Soon the wave of cold night air enterd from the window and filled the house with fragrance of rose. Meera saw the roses floating in the water and then the wounds of her hand. Nostalgic memories started flashing through her eyes. The face of someone she no longer wanted to remember kept coming in front of her. Meera inhaled the scent of roses again and looked up and found Raj staring at her. He drank the last sip of his drink and stood up to leave the room. Meera saw him leaving the room she tried to say something but, nothing came out of her mouth. She sat their alone in the room filled with roses smell. Till the time Madhu came and closed the window and roses smell faded into thin air.Dandelion
Bra makes your figure attractive but beside that it supports you.....so find a men who support you like your bra and gave shape to your future in the eyes of no one....©gullu_gupta