beauty, creative-writing, Desire, erotica, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Poems, Poetry

Black Warmness

Your hair floats
as a messy dark forest in wind,
Curled up like a serpent in a river
The eyes are chalices of sparkling wine
With lips drenched in deep untouched unknown colors.
A smile withers from you,
Tempting everyone bit by bit,
The neck is sculpted with intricate flesh,
an arch of collarbone is an icing on this cake
with a smell that can make you forget memories.

The curve moves its own way
Like breeze over rain
The bottoms round and soft
comforted within
the desirous coloring inners
thighs are melodies of your movement
with fair and soft toes
moving at the helm of tempting back.

The pink wet lips, drown my eyes, as my hands trace its origin slowly to your chin, tempting its way to below within the warm black dress

The bra unhooks from behind as my lips move ahead from your back to the shoulders and neck,
Close your eyes now and feel the touches in motion

beauty, creative-writing, Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Love, Poems, poetry

Lets Taste the Sunlight – II

We were the lost mermaids that drowned in each other to find ounces of unforgettable love.

I kissed your neck while you nailed my back crafting a map of your moans.

Tracing your breasts to the tips that had waited for me as an impatient wave wanting to touch the shore.

The nipples tasted like sweet honey dripped in cream for you made a connoisseur of desire.

Our muscles melted in yellow shimmering.

We saw the sun tracing our nakedness slowly.

creative-writing, Desire, dream, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Sweet Little Death

Let go of the reins,
for this beloved chariot of life
is in a beautiful shamble.

a one-way trip to drink destruction
is sometimes worth it,
if you just learn to close your eyes
at the right time.

all your swirling horrors,
shall fuse and sublimate at midnight.

you would annihilate every night,
what wasn’t yours.

to create what would never be yours,
for it belongs to this world.

you are an artist,
this is how you evolve.

with sweet little deaths,
and a lifelong acrimony
to see what others refuse to.


beauty, dream, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Poems, poetry, sadness

Colorful Lights

fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, Poetry, poetry, Random thoughts

A Look


A look in the mirror
into the alternate world
where dreams are devoured
to combat reality

A look in the mirror
to see the scars
and remember the journey vow
till the darkest night

A look in the mirror
and seeing fears buried dead
long ago with failures
every night

A look in the mirror
not for the heart
but for the soul
that lives and die.

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I see you

I see you sometimes,
even  when you are not even there,
I hear you sometimes,
even  when you do not even say,
I feel you sometimes,
even when you are not even close,
I miss you sometimes,
even when you are not coming back,
I visit you sometimes,
even when you are buried and dead.