The first Kiss...

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Our hands touched and she reacted
arousing a hunger within.
Hands held tight trying to contain that fire
but the distance between fueling it.

Moving closer turned it to an inferno.
Reason was left somewhere behind.
On this ecstatic ride,
we were losing ourselves...

Scent of her hair filling me up.
Smothering her,
my crude hands were hurting her
but we didn't seem to care.

Her touch bursting me open.
Hearts racing, lips running dry
touched like a dying man
reaching for life...

Gnawing like animals,
tongues swiveling like snakes,
fighting for our share on the other.
An insatiable desire.

I was
Inhaling her, consuming her...
The aphrodite herself provoking us.
Till the Ausōs appeared.

Burning like a poisoned person
she turned me cold like dead.
Her weight in my lap kept me from crashing.
Crashing into insanity.

Maybe she was winning...
Maybe I wanted to loose...
but it wasn't a war
It was just a new voyage
a new adventure...
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day after day....

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Regular,

Mundane,

Monotonous...

These define his life. No adventure everyday, no lurking dangers at every step...nothing like a movie seen or a story told.

What keeps it going are these daily chores and brick-a-brack.

Waking up to an irritating alarm,

Rushing through breakfast to get to work on time,

Complaining about life,

A romantic evening with his love,

And those regular fights over petty things...

And yet he goes satisfied and content to his bed at night.

Everyone despises him and yet...

They all carry a part of him.

He is the face to their harsh reality

The reality they try to dissolve...

In fake laughs of achievements,

Merry making,

And their adventures (so called).

But he enjoys it all

His every day is a struggle,

Like the great war...

A war against himself,

Day after day...going through the same routine

He wakes up to his monotonous life

Coz yet again its just another day...

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The Island

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Seated right between the entire world,

There it was...

Oblivious to its surroundings.

Ever evolving,

Ever changing like all others.

Yet somehow invisible to all...

Maintaining its sanctity.

That was its life...

That was its destiny.

Visitors would visit and leave...

They would always leave it untouched

Unstirred by the winds

Unscathed by the storms...

She was its bridge

Its only contact to the living...

To the other side...

To the reality (as we believe).

She had touched its soil...

Felt its waters,

Inhaled its air,

Consumed it bit by bit....

The masochistic fool was in love....

In love with a bridge,

A feeble connection to the lie outside,

The lie called reality...

Still unaware of its truth,

Unknown to its own condition.

It was an island afterall,

Destined to stay between everyone yet away from ‘em. . . . .

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☺•☺•☺•☺

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You've been around since years
but i never knew you...
Today I brought a paper to you
and there you are...
split into these beautiful words

I'm overwhelmed with these ______
struggling to keep them in..
Failing myself with every effort
I'm like an adamant kid.

I've always been so intense but
its frustrating coz i fail to understand it.
Your presence a sweet drug to me,
this simplicity intoxicates me...

You turn my abilities to rust...
Never ever have i lost such self-control
You support me at my WORST
and claim me at my BEST...

My strength is caving in
my fortress falling to dust
and i rejoice like a madman
for this "nakedness" you've brought me to....

You've hacked me in two
One reaching out to you and
the other pulling it back...
I wish I could save you from...
from this beast inside of me..
I wish I could render it harmless..
I wish I could _______
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The untouched WHORE

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I am despised by all
and yet they all come looking for me
they yearn for my presence
and I know exactly what they seek for...

I am their guide,
their friend,
their enemy and their mentor
all at once...

Their 'lust' is my playground
their misfortunes.....my allies.
Their vulnerability is my weapon
and that 'experience'.....their prize.

I am the wise one
and yet the one sold like a commodity.
My knowledge gained from vile ways
of no avail to the world
My body served to their aphrodisiac hunger.

Libidos served, and bodies exhausted...
they all leave me 'untouched'.
Every man reveals his darkness
and then comes back to me like an addict...

Their violence is all i deserve
my bruises and wounds unscathed by LOVE
Their wild beings, projected on me
I still am the "untouched" whore....
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