Time stood still

I walk through the changing leaves feeling the breeze beneath my lashes. Your hand in mine, wherever you are. I miss you   Advertisements

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you are love.

you stretch your fingers and flirt with the morning light, arch your back and then curl up against the curve of my neck. i draw on your skin, like i would with my tongue. you feel the way love should. like warmth has cradled my heart with tenderness. like serenity has drizzled in between my…

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Lillies

If I slice my heart open, you will see flowers sprout and roots sewing the pieces back together gently and softly. If I turn my back to you and offer up my spine as a fishing rod, you will see feathers nesting in between my bones. If I open up my palm and reach out…

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Sundays are for lovers*

Come lie down next to me, my fingers drawing circles in the palm of your hand, your ear against my beating heart, your lips drawing breath from my lungs. Curl up against my waist and fit into my curves like the gods have created your body solely for mine. The sun comes in through light…

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إنت الحب

بتتذكري لمّا قلتيلي بهالحياة ما في شي بهمّ اذا ايدي ما كانت بايديك ع طلوع الشمس. و كيف القهوة لي تعلّمتي تعمليا بأسوأ نهار بحياتك، بتفقد المرّ، بتخسر سرّا بتتذكري كيف شفت بعيونيك كلّ الحب و دفيت و حنّيت. انت بايديكي حسّيت بقلبي مليان. لأول مرّة كان عم بدق تيشعر، مش بس ناطر الليل يغطّ.…

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Songs for dirty lovers.

My love for you is unwavering in its strength. It abides by no law of martyrdom and voracity. I thought if you’d feed off me, you’ll garnish my soul with your touch. I wanted to ignite you but I never thought you’d grow an arsenal to burn me down. My love for you is rooted…

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Ask me why I love you…

I love you in ways my body didn’t know could oblige. With melting fingertips lingering on your wrists, consumed by the anticipation of hearing your cracked morning voice crawling into my ears. I love you with your open mouth leaning towards my shivering spine that just turns into waterfalls each time you undress me.  I…

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Sundays are for lovers

With eyes half shut, and golden glows falling in cascade on your skin, I draw flowers sprouting from your spine. There are words that send me into a frenzy, and then there’s the sound of you breathing into this morning light. I see you wrapped up in sheets that don’t stand a chance to the…

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Sundays are for lovers

Quiet feet touching under the soft covers as arms come closer and goosebumps dance together on our spines. All senses intertwined dancing on the rays of the sun, shyly creeping through the curtains. I turn to you, hide my face in the bone that holds the curve of your shoulder and the softness of your…

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«One lifetime ago»

Why don’t we pretend, if only for a second, that you and I are ancient lovers… For just on sunrise, let our skin touch under the rays of weightless light and electrify our senses. Let me turn towards your back and run my fingers down your spine and send you into a dream within a…

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