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The worrisome of the heart

The worrisome of the heart Tricked by fear and doubt Days of sobbing eyes to sleep Days spent wringing-out pains From in-depth of the heart Days on the whining of regrets All are the wasted days of life Nothing looks … Continue reading

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Transformation

You are nothing before their eyes And you know nothing is more than you A Square goes through transformation When rotated in different angles The observation made by the glancing eyes Wearing oversized googled eyeglasses Amounts to nothing as ‘it … Continue reading

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Endless Hate of Love

Starts with sharp four ears that hear not even, Shouting horns of words; as their eyes blink not. Ends with two thunderous voices bringing down the roof And, forcing the cloud of rain to bring a sudden darkness The downpour … Continue reading

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Am Lost In Your Arms

Am lost in your arms just like a little baby
Now praying hard not to be found ever again Continue reading

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The Kiss That Never Happened: Part II

My heart was beating fast when she got down her eyes in seconds voraciously going through the poems with her head slightly bending downwards, lowering her chest toward my front. Her posture was good enough for me to feed my eyes. I gazed through her bra-less breast, the sharply pointing nipples of her bountiful breast sent shivers down my spine. I clutched my legs tightly as my thighs trembled. I glanced at her breast frequently and uncontrollably as I waited eagerly for her reaction to my poem. Continue reading

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The First Kiss That Never Happened ..Part 1

I was lost in one of our reading class when looking at her rare art of curved hip that sent my mouth watering as she walked away for a seat. She eventually became a wanted distraction to me in the reading class. At 15 years of age, her breast is unchallengingly up-pointing craving for a touch as if it is going to tear her cloth apart. At full concentration, her eyes were irresistibly sexy and inviting. While flicking my gaze at her, she caught my eyes. Her response was quite stunning, flashing her eyelids at me, she smiled sweetly exposing her two-sided cheek dimples. Continue reading

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