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Territory For The Night

am an artist deep down my heart

But all you need is the muse!
Freya always had this thing.
"Tonight my words will speak of Richard."

Lets Play Poetry

Tonight

I will meet you like all the Shakespeare sonnets that made you go wow

But you couldn’t understand

The Girl In The Window

Once I saw you, on the open roof

Wet towel hugging you

And wet hair, tied in shapes

and drips of desires on your breast.

The Warmth of Love

She came with her hair messy,

Wet clothes and lips glossy.

Oh ! She looked so desirable,

White shirt made her breasts visible.

A Dance

We draw each other to ourselves

And then our bodies take over

They know, somehow.

Who taught us this? Did you teach me?

Of Unspoken Deals and Speaking Bodies

My lips and your skin had an unspoken deal.
Your skin told me of religion as my lips wrote blasphemous verses on your body.

Reminiscing

Rubbing against the neck line,

My hands slipped up into her hair,

Then with the other I clenched her fist,

As against the cold floor we layered,

Slipping up and down her lips,

I bit them and pulled them breathing warm.

An Awakening

Our forever nestled in a hollow heart of the fading moon.

A stark question hangs in this shuffle of printed curtains;

Will this firestorm outlast the realm of one night?

Midnight Bliss

Petal-by-petal her layers I shed
Honey-drenched lips on which I fed

Oh sweet nectar, those petals bled

By which I, a thirsty butterfly, to her, was led

Booty Call

I writhe and buck my hips
Baby let me kiss your lips,
My back arches and you smirk,
Whispering in my ears filthy dirt.

That Crazy Night!

Soon, his lips were over mine ,

The rusty touch of his beard seemed so fine.

Now mine start to suck his lips ,

And his hands go down on my hips

A December Night

The way he playfully pinched and bit my nipples,

While I wet myself with squirt.

How he dug his face between my legs,

As I groaned in pleasure and pain.

सुहागरात

बिन बोली की बात अलग है
पहली रात की बात अलग है
जब अनजाने दो बदन मिलेंगे
जैसे कि धरा और गगन मिलेंगे
जिस्म, जिस्म को छुएगा जब तो

My Saffron Love

I put my head
On your magnolia buds
You started moaning for more
We unclothed each other
And I satisfied the hunger

Kiss My Soul

I’ll touch you down your throat

And will laugh at your moan

You’ll feel embarrassed by this whole act

And I will enjoy this new pact

In the glory of night

I wanna fuck you so hard that every cell in your body shouts my name in the glory of this night.

Smother

Counting ribs,

with his lips

He kissed mine

Down there-

And upwards.

Those fingers

Wrote his name over my body,

"Shh...", he said!

Men

Tell me, why don't you open up?
Freezing in your own ice,
Why don't you melt at times?
Being a male, is it hard for you to cry?

I Killed A Dream

Before it blends into my world,
And stick the roots into my heart.
Before it rebels and becomes bold,
I must tear it, I must rip it apart.

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Void

My skin had been like sand, perhaps,
that now I'm marked from head to toe
in your footprints.
Like mountains without valleys
or like a lone piece of a puzzle.

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A Voyager’s Story

A young cocoon with threads of fate,
A heart of love, knows not of hate;
With this I sailed the seven seas,
To travel forth, and not to cease.

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Dragonfly

How I wish I could see you fly
Across those green grasses,
When the dark clouds roar high up there.
But your tiny wings are too fragile and broken too.

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An Utterly Available Techie Going Blind

12 hours plus online,
Screens, tech, web, net, enclosing our every moment, our every time.

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Coming Out As A Feminist

Of my clothes being the only marker of my character
Of my entire being, being tailored to meet the needs of my future husband
Of my body being everybody else’s property.

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The Social Network

2478 friends on Facebook
4.6k followers on Instagram
2.1k followers on Twitter
Thousands of likes
Digital affirmations to an insecure soul

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Pictures Of You

I'd say I moved on
but that wouldn't be true
I still catch myself crying
when I look at pictures of you

From CHIT, to CHAT

Love wrote letters and waited
With eternal excitement for reply!
Now it gets irritated
If reply is 2 mins late!

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Vagina Is Not A Dirty Word

An apple is not 'A',
A girl is not 'G',
Then why does my vagina have to be a timid 'V'?

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Welcome To The 21st Century

Climb aboard this digital boat and shove more info down your throat,
and if you want to stay afloat, listen close; take down this note:
“STOP being Sheep... Update to Goat."