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Within your essence πŸ’πŸ‘ΈπŸΌ

It's funny how we are mostly blind, always looking but never seeing, gazing at the mysteries of the galaxies but rarely unravelling its majesty encoded in your beauty, they say lightning never strikes the same place twice so how is it that everytime we lock eyes my heart is struck with a bolt I'm sure is from a star... I'm good with words but these times they divorce my mouth and I hope the silence is kind enough to connect our hearts , shout out those which words can barely echo, let them carry the sounds of pure springs on smooth pebbles and chirping sparrows and make it an alarm for every morning we wake up in each other's arms, coz I know they're not soul ties from lust but my soul taking notes on how to give love, coz the purity in your essence deserves only after we've tied the knot... and both our souls agree that for nought risk I'll know you not ...so this here is not a lust poem but a secret song of admiration,whispers through the seams of the dark

At the end of the abyss

The sinner speaks: Here I am again, knee-deep in my own wreckage, a creature of habit, a ritual of ruin— the 100th time, like clockwork, I unravel. This skin, soaked in sin, never quite sheds, no matter how I try to scrape it off. You, up there, unseen but everywhere, do You tire of me as I do of myself? How can I beg for mercy when all I know is how to fall again, like a dog to its vomit? Repentance is just a word I wear, but its weight is elusive, its meaning slips through my fingers like ash. I’d rather be forgotten than forgiven, a billion times is too much grace for one who breaks so easily. To die would be simpler, to let the void take me whole. But this death to self— this torment of surrender— how can I manage when I have no control? The mind forfeits long before the body does, and here I am, lost in the chasm of both. The one who listens: You speak of ruin as if it defines you, yet ruin is merely the shadow that forgets the light exists. Your breaking is not the end— it is the

In another life

In another life, I’d love you better— Not with these trembling hands that fumble for grace, But with a heart that knows only faithfulness, That holds you firm, like an unbroken promise. Perhaps there, I would lift you higher, My words like wings, lifting you toward skies Where doubt is just a fleeting shadow And fear melts like morning fog. Maybe I'd be a man of answers then, Quick to mend the cracks before they grow, No stumbling through the fog of "maybe" Or wrestling with the weight of "what if." I’d be sure—so sure—of how to love you, And you'd never have to second guess If you are cherished, or if you are seen. Perhaps in another world, I would listen more and speak less, Give you space to rise, to breathe, Instead of filling the room with my restless fears. There, you’d know how much you inspire me, Not as someone who douses her own flame To keep mine burning bright. Perhaps then, you'd build your empire, And I would stand beside you, not casting s

motion pictures 🎬

Lilac darling πŸ¦„πŸ‘ΈπŸΌπŸ’œπŸŒΉ⚓,  I almost stopped breathing, when the engine revved and the door was closed I knew as this vehicle lumbered by I was being voyaged further from you, and with each passing mile, it felt like a crime. It was nice to see the landscape shift but my mind was stuck in the reminisce of scenes and scenery of Sunday afternoon ,sacred images of you- your beauty,your warmth dancing behind my eyes, everything that I'm now leaving behind. I remember how the light spilled,accentuating the deep brown mahogany hues of the wooden partitioning, the cold air begging us to sandwich ourselves in the sirens of our bodies, We sat side by side, It wasn't close enough, though as I tried to stick to the script, pencil in hand, my canvas slowly became forgotten as I became enraptured by the art that is us. Your laughter was a melody, a sweet delicate tune that reverberated through the melted walls of my heart, your eyes full of a thousand unspoken words drawing me closer. We be

In a pod of destiny πŸ«›✨

To my queen πŸ‘ΈπŸΌ Do you remember that first kiss😘—the one that tasted of possibility and whispered promises? It was a fragile moment, suspended between uncertainty and longing. Our lips met, and the world blurred into insignificance. In that stolen breath, I glimpsed eternity. You, my phenomπŸ’«, are more than flesh and bone. You're the echo of forgotten constellations, the quiet hum of galaxies colliding. Kimi wa maru de yozora ni kagayaku hoshi no you da. Kimi no hikari ga watashi no jinsei o terashi, kurayami o keshisatte kureru. Kimi no hohoemi wa, taiyou no you ni atatakaku, watashi no kokoro o tsutsumikomu. Kimi no hitomi no naka ni utsuru mirai wa, kibou to yume de michiafurete iru. Kimi ga iru dake de, watashi no sekai wa shikisai o obi, ikiru imi o mitsukeru koto ga dekiru. Kimi wa watashi no sonzai o terasu hikari, sono kagayaki wa eien ni tsuzuku. (You are like a star shining in the night sky. Your light illuminates my life and banishes the darkness. Your smile is warm li

Bear meets honeypot πŸ˜‡πŸ»πŸ―

Finally, they found themselves alone, medicine to all the aching in every cell of their bodies,and in this moment to behold each other was a greater leap than crossing the seven seas , momentarily they took it in, their hearts beat in synchrony, two long distance lovers finally reunited.The world outside dissolved into a  blur, time slowing into a languid crawl as if the universe held it's breath, watching their reunion unfold with bated breath . Their eyes locked, a silent dialogue of desire and anticipation, his gaze traced the curve of her lips, the softness of her cheeks,the intensity of her longing reflected in the depth of her eyes. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling like the gentle waves of a moonlit sea,each breath a shared promise of what's to come. He moved closer, each step a deliberate, sensual advance,every inch forward a promise fulfilled. Her body responded instinctively,swaying towards him, pulled by an invisible force, his hands reached out, finge