Not long ago had I made a decision not to write ever again and not to type a single letter which reflects the inner self I am. But someone made me realise that the agonising stories are not always written to gain sympathy and attention.They are sometimes written to lighten your heart from the burden it has been carrying since forever. Why should I keep carrying the burden when I know I am not so strong to do it.
I never knew what writing did to me everytime I wrote unless I stopped writing. And then what came to me was darker than my darkness. Realisation came to me like a ray of light n I didn't want to take it because amidst the dense darkness I lived, I was so scared of the light. But t...
It's easy to get naked & have sex, but opening up your soul to a woman/man and letting her/him into your thoughts fears hopes & dreams thats real naked.
between lust n love...
Just like there's difference
between grey and black.
Lust may be pink
But love is blood red.
Y ahí estas, omnipresente en mi vida, impertérrita tu mirada fulgurante clavada en mi corazón, alojada en el rincón más recóndito de mis deseos, provocando este delirio perenne por el inasequible beso de tu boca, abrasando mi interior y deseando, aunque sea el ínfimo roce de tu piel, provocando la concupiscencia en mí.
The beautiful delicacy,
Melting around my tongue,
Sensually giving my mind an orgasm,
My eyes roll back,
Due to the light and creamy taste,
Oh it makes me happy,
The sweetness and serenity overwhelmes me,
All the pain and unhappiness slowly disappear,
The power of chocolate,
Almost as good as sex.
Best Advice I have ever received
" TRAVEL WIDELY
READ DEEP BOOKS
LAUGH LOUDLY WITH LOVED ONES
SAVOR INSPIRATIONAL ART
EAT AWESOME FOOD
AND SPEND TIME IN NATURE "
With one tear
Running across your skin
You forgot the passion we shared
And how it evaporated from your heart.
It's no different from what I feel
I'm constantly reminded of your image.
And now I'm obligated to let you go Very gently.
You can't be happy
You won't appreciate happiness
Love oh love oh love
Your suffering is eternal
Every night I dreamt of you
I was provoked to speak your name.
Awakened by your memory
His touch wasn't the same.
And without you I found myself
Dying very gently
You can't be happy
With out hurt
You can't appreciate love
I will kiss every scar
On your beautiful heart,
Making them sacred relics
In the temple of our love...
I feel her breathe on my face,
slowly as she runs her hand in my tiny hair,
I feel the movement from my head to my heart,
my ear slowly rhymes to her heartbeats,
I feel her everywhere,
my universe facing earthquake,
my love is not a debacle,
my love was wrapped,
in front of me in my arms,
just as I would have wrapped,
my favourite Christmas gift,
I opened her in layers,
she still holds me tighter,
and this time,
she has no intentions to let me go,
and in return, she grabs my lips,
my upper lip first,
then she slowly pulls the lower one,
and in the next frame probably kissing me;
in a rhythm,
and then she conquers me,
in a whole.
and today she again wins a new ki...
Wrapped up in only each other,
whispered words like thunder
passion's place is upon
lips of lovers embrace.
Slick with a burning fire
steamy words of our desire.
She loved dancing.
He loved her.
She loved dancing because they met through it.
A dance competition.
It started with a fight and ended with love.
Rachel and Richard were college- goers. They were in different colleges.
Two different enterprising colleges.
Once, an inter college dance competition was announced.
Both of them, Rachel and Richard, loved dancing.
Not to forget, they participated.
The names came out.
They were partners.
A little flashback, fellas.
Ramson Richmond, father of Rachel Richmond and Roger Rex, father of Richard Rex were old time enemies.
When young, they had tried to kill each other.
Well, time flies by, they had kids.
Coming back to present, Rac...
Words splashing, through the
window of the eyes;
Wanting to fizz off the brain.
For those ideas of love, stuck in lust;
Waiting for him to understand first.
Those of trust lay untouched;
Waiting effervescent to bust out
The calming soul.
- Need \\ Arunima.
My whole body quivers.. my ground falling out from under me..
I taste the lust in the air.. and you're wanted aggressive falls on my shoulders..
Your warm breath crashes against my shore... and I'm drowning in you..
To say in the most fitting of ways it's raining heat out here. Sunny and humid just all day long. The breeze and the general ambience around here are rather ruthless and not comforting at all. Maybe this is one reason why this place reeks of dissatisfaction and an air of rhapsody in disguise. And believe me you would rather hate wearing pretty nice clothes out here. Not to say it's generally a doleful feeling to sport our most romantic of sense in a way that seems wasted. And, it's deeply upsetting. Brows dripping wet, crumpled shirts,
a smile or a burst of laughter if you happen to be lucky but mostly melancholic air trademarks dominant of the faces you happen to glimpse by around here. ...
Je suis amoureux de ma vie
Je ne sais pas quoi faire avec ma vie
Je me sens perdu
J'adore vivre la vie au maximum
Je veux être une meilleure version de moi-même
Mais jusqu'à ce moment-là, je continuerai à regarder et je continuerai à m'amuse
Et ne s'installe jamais