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Dance with Death (Part 1)

It was strong. The bond between us. She piled the bundle of sorrows on my desk. I gave her the elixir of joy. She steadily became the meaning I was looking for, and I became the happiness, life couldn’t offer her. Soon, our life got contaminated with rusty fear, our emotions started flowing like fluids.… Continue reading Dance with Death (Part 1)

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When he said another woman’s name

// WHEN HE SAID ANOTHER WOMAN’S NAME IN BED // Vanilla scented candles Red silk bed sheets Love in the air And us two, Our first night together. My clit was pulsating from all the loving his tongue and his fingers were giving me. My mouth was all dried up from shouting out his name… Continue reading When he said another woman’s name

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Paranoid

// PARANOID // In the end of his days, he was given the gift of paranoia. He shifted his recliner near the window and sat there all day long. His food was served on a white plate which he stared at for five minutes for some unnamed reason. At night, he double locked every entrance… Continue reading Paranoid

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Chocolaty

// CHOCOLATY // I saw him at Ben and Jerry’s. Dwelling his pink lips on the chocolate ice cream, Dipped in white sauce, Sprinkled with red and blue choco chips. His tongue rolled around the tip of the scoop, and my imagination started working wonders. I imagined his tongue on me, cruising from right to… Continue reading Chocolaty

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He Writes About Me

His words are all about me. My smile is a muse to him. The way I flick my hair is a muse to him. The way my eyes flutter in a fun way on seeing him is a muse to him. Everything about me inspire his inner writer. His creativity is awake even when I… Continue reading He Writes About Me

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Uniquely Beautiful 

Rugged shirt Torn pants Muddy shoes Yet, Luscious lips Pink cheeks Pretty eyes Her fashion was little different But the beauty of her face remained same eloquent and beautiful. She made me think of a  second-hand book torn to pieces from outside But the same from inside, beautiful with secrets. -anothergirlwithfantasies 

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In the glass of night

In the glass of a night filled to the brink with star shaped ice, I am just lying here,under my roof, on my bed and the clock hand strikes three in the morning. And suddenly I change the rock music I’m listening to piano tunes and I look up at the ceiling. There are radium… Continue reading In the glass of night