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In the quiet of night, where stars softly gleam,
Two hearts beat together, like a shared dream.

She, the bloom, full of grace, so rare,
He, the bee, lost in her love, beyond compare.

No shyness between them, no walls to hide,
In each other’s arms, they find the tide.

A soft embrace, a whispered kiss,
A union so deep, pure love’s bliss.

Ask him to soothe, to heal your fears,
With gentle hands and tender tears.

Tie your hearts with an unspoken vow,
In his love, you’re free, you’re safe now.

Like the sun and the moon in an eternal dance,
They share the rhythm of love’s sweet trance.

He gathers her nectar with love’s pure art,
She gives him her essence, from the depth of her heart.

There’s no need for modesty, no need to flee,
For love is a river, wild and free.

With every touch, every look, every sigh,
They soar together, reaching the sky.

Together they build a life so bright,
In the warmth of each other’s light.

Their love is a fire, a never ending flame,
Together, they’ll always remain the same.

So let go of all the fears that remain,
In the arms of your love, there’s no more pain.

With courage and passion, let your hearts entwine,
For this love is a gift, eternally divine.
The dust clings to her skin
a stain not easily erased.
She holds
a master’s degree
in the art of deception.
By Imran Ahmed

The Scent Of Her Sweat
Intoxicates Me
Pulling Me Into Her World
I Forget To Live
Lost In The Warmth Of Her Essence
Breathing Her In
Droplets Of Her Nectar Glisten
Tracing Desire Upon Her Soft Skin
They ****** My Soul
Whispering Secrets
Only She Can Awaken
My Heart
Follows Her Rhythm
Drawn To The Music Of Her Pulse
I Long To Taste
HER LIPS
To Drink The Sweetness Of Her Breath
To Dissolve Into Her
Where Boundaries Blur
And
I Cease To Be
By Imran Ahmed

Pain Is The Sky When It Crumbles And Crashes Burying Your Dreams Beneath Its Merciless Suffocating Weight,

Pain Is The Storm That Shreds Your Body Apart Each Raindrop A Blade Each Gust A Scream Of Despair,

Pain Is The Spell That Binds Your Soul In Chains Locking Your Light Within A Prison Of Endless Night,

Pain Is The Knife That Kisses Your Vena Cava Spilling Rivers Of Agony From A Wound That Never Heals,

Pain Is The Flood That Drowns Your Veins In Sorrow Surging Through Arteries With Waves Of Torment Untamed,

Pain Is The Poison That Clogs Your Throat A Venomous Chokehold Stealing The Last Breath Of Your Fading Hope,

Pain Is The Grinder That Severs Your Head Gears Of Suffering Crushing Every Whisper Of Sanity You Owned,

Pain Is Euphorbia Burning Your Eyes A Venomous Bloom That Blinds You With Tears Of Eternal Regret,

Pain Is Her Love False Yet Intoxicating Stealing Your Life While Leaving You Chained To A Grave Of Longing,



She Is Both The Pain And The Drug Of That Pain A Curse You Crave A Torment That Lasts Forever.
By Imran Ahmed

The veil of beauty, once a shield,
has faded in the name of fashion.
Now darkness stains the faces bare,
their lost light a silent confession.
Sisters dance before their brothers,
daughters paint their lips in vain,
seeking glances meant for shame,
as purity drowns in a world profane.
The hungry eyes of strangers lurk,
hunting souls still wrapped in light.
Teachers whisper sins in halls,
while power preys without a fight.
Money rips the scarves away,
from mothers, daughters, honored wives.
Fathers trade their girls for gold,
blind to the ruin in their lives.
Tiktok screens and vlogger’s views,
auction modesty for fleeting fame.
They sell their honor to the world,
forgetting the weight of their name.
Oh God, save us from this storm,
this trial that burns our souls to dust.
Let us die with faith unshaken,
with hearts that never betray Your trust.

— The End —