It was in the madness of lustthat I found my purest moment.In the raw melting of orgasmI found Death and defied her.It was then I reached the Divine,while agonizing amidst spasms,it was then I learnt I was yoursand yet I...
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Just now I remembered you,years have not faded your memory,time has not killed my feelings,desire flows through muy veinsand my spirit remains indómitable.You gave me once the gift of lust,of laughter in the face of time,of love wrapped in companionshipand...
The night air is thick with your memory,time tugs at the folds of life' s robe,your words remain in some part of my mind,and I remember our brief hours of joy.We searched different paths,that's all.Perhaps you will also remember our...
Through time and distancesand in your case other arms,we have become strangers,strangers who politely refuseto acknowledge each other.I would have not ended this, would not have betrayed you,would not have strayed from you,would not have left you at all.So so many...
I'd never thought it would end this,I'd never thought we would part,I never thought of time as an enemy,I'd never thought you would leave me.Still, fear not, I have seen you sneaking,just to escape, just to hide, just to go.You...
She. He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at...
She wrote about him all the time,she never mentioned his name again,she wrote about her love and her lust,she wrote not taking any needed breaks.She just wrote about her sadness,about his absence and her bereavement,she wrote to extract all from...
Living by proxyin your mind,with just the promiseof my surrender.Living by proxyin my own skin,with just the memoryof a few encounters.Living by proxyin a fleeting timewith just the solitudeleft by your absence.
In the old city of canals,of narrow winding streets,in the city of dark watersand bridges of mystery,there is a time when all stopsand goes back to centuries ago...Trust me, in this beloved cityI met you once, in times long gone,you...
I owe you wholeheartedly,with a high-interest rate,my most beautiful lines,my gut-wrenching poems,words like crystal gobletssmashing against stone walls...stories drenched in love,stories hiding passionate joys,characters shaped and builtto fit the city where we met,the city with the dark riverand the old rusty...