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She speaks in silk,
moves like sin,
Draws grown men like moths within.

A kiss,
a sigh,
a flash of thigh
And just like that, they’re begging why.

She toys with hearts,
delights in screams,
Turns pride to dust,
and love to dreams.

No blood,
no blade,
just one slow lean…

And down it falls,
- the Velvet Guillotine -

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A tribute to the femme fatale archetype, sensual, untamed, and devastating by design. Not every execution needs a sword; some wear satin.
O’ Jamil, how exquisitely thou art graced,
A vision formed of light, of time and space.
Thy beauty, like the dawn’s first whispered sigh,
Doth grace the heavens and adorn the sky.

Thine eyes, like pools of sapphire softly gleam,
Reflecting stars and every secret dream.
Each glance a poem, each look a world apart,
A tale of love inscribed within the heart.

Thy lips, like petals kissed by morning’s dew,
Speak truths so gentle, tender, warm, and true.
In every breath, a symphony doth rise,
A melody that lingers 'neath the skies.

O’ Jamil, thou art the moon’s soft glow,
A beauty only illuminating stars and poets know.
Thy form, a work divine, an art, a prayer,
A timeless grace beyond all mortal care.
A Symphony of Beauty 10/05/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
(A Symphony in the Air)

She passed
and the air forgot its name.
A trail of fire, wrapped in flame.
Not footsteps, no… she left a bloom,
a whispered spell, a haunting plume.

Jasmine bruised with midnight spice,
vanilla smoke and crushed device,
amber kissed by ancient lore,
and musk like sin behind a door.

It wasn’t scent, it was a hymn,
a chorus pouring from her skin.
Each note a memory, raw, refined,
a fingerprint the soul designed.

It danced on silk, it clung to bone,
it made the silence overgrown.
You smelled her once, now every room
aches for that ghost…
that perfume.

It wasn’t soft… it struck like wine,
first sweet, then heat, then serpentine.
It woke the dark, it stirred the bed,
it crowned the lips where words had fled.

Men forgot their vows that night.
Women wept with pure delight.
Time itself stood still to breathe
a scent like that will never leave.

It lives in coats, in creaking floors,
on letters slipped through velvet doors.
You lose her, yes - she slips too soon.
But you will always keep her perfume.
Perfume is more than fragrance , it’s a memory with a pulse, a phantom that lingers longer than presence itself. This poem captures how scent seduces, imprints, and outlives even the moments it was made for.
In the dawn of morning’s light,
A name that glows, so pure, so bright,
Chauhan, like a melody sweet,
A beauty no one can defeat.

Her eyes, like stars that softly gleam,
Reflecting every hidden dream,
With every glance, a world unfolds,
A story of grace yet to be told.

Her smile, a ray that breaks the night,
A beacon shining pure and bright,
Her laughter, a song that lifts the soul,
Filling hearts, making them whole.

In Chauhan’s presence, time stands still,
A gentle force, a graceful will,
Her beauty is not just in her face,
But in the kindness, the love, the grace.

A heart as deep as ocean's blue,
A spirit that is strong and true,
Chauhan, the name that brings the dawn,
A beauty forever to carry on.
Don't Think i Need Notes In This
I wonder at her, this vision so rare,
Chauhan moves like a dream through the air.
Her grace is a whisper, soft and profound,
A presence that echoes without a sound.

Her features, a blend of soft and sharp,
A heart-shaped face, with an elegant spark.
High cheekbones, sculpted and bold,
A jawline slender, a story untold.

Her eyes, deep pools of icy black,
So captivating, they pull me back.
A gaze so intense, yet tender and kind,
A mystery hidden, yet so easy to find.

Her complexion fair, a flawless light,
A contrast to the dark, both gentle and bright.
Her hair, so black, cascading with grace,
In sleek waves or loose, a soft embrace.


She moves with an aura, cinematic and strong,
Like something from another time, where dreams belong.
A modern-day siren, with nothing to hide,
Graceful in motion, with elegance as her guide.

Chauhan, a vision of beauty so true,
A muse of wonder, both old and new.
Her presence, a melody, soft yet so bright,
A timeless enchantment, in day and in night.
Don't Think I Need A Note In These
Maryann I Mar 6
A hush upon the water’s crest,
where morning spills in golden rest,
a figure drifts in light’s embrace—
a dancer poised in fluid grace.

She bends, she sways, a feathered sigh,
her alabaster wings comply,
each ripple waltzes at her feet,
as if the lake and she compete.

No step misplaced, no hurried flight,
she moves as if she weighs but light,
a whisper in the dawn’s repose,
where every motion softly flows.

Yet in the dusk where moonlight wanes,
another shadow breaks the chains.
A glint of coal, a sharpened glide,
a phantom in the silver tide.

Her beauty sings a darker song,
a wilder pulse, both fierce and strong.
No fragile twirl, no measured bow—
she rules the water, here and now.

She cuts the lake with silent power,
the night bends low, the stars turn sour.
A haunting echo in her wake—
a ghost of grace, a breath to take.

One swan to soothe, one swan to strike,
one day, one night, both wrong, both right.
Two echoes spun from fates untold—
one draped in white, one cloaked in gold.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Jan 10
She is the verse the heavens sing,  
Adorned in red, a royal thing,  
A vision cast in twilight's glow,  
Where only stars dare softly go.  

Her grace, a dance of whispered light,  
That turns the dark to purest white,  
In her eyes, the galaxies sleep,  
In her smile, the heavens weep.  

So fair, so bright, so unrefined,  
A beauty that both hearts and time confide—  
Yet here I stand, in awe I confess,  
Captive to her quiet, endless finesse.
A Dance of Light 10/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Your eyes, like twin stars, do brightly gleam,  
Reflecting the sun’s soft golden beam.  
A brilliance that no words can fully trace,  
A quiet splendour, a tranquil grace.  

I, but a humble heart, now make this plea,  
O’ charming soul, stay close to me.  
Let time pause, its cruel march delay,  
And keep you young, forever to stay.  

In your gaze, the world finds its glow,  
A light that only true love can know.  
O’er fleeting years, let not this moment flee—  
Stay with me, and in youth, forever be.
Eternal Gaze 05/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Kundai N Dec 2024
Sophistication stems from subtle simplicity
So stop sophisticating simplicity

Silken streams of sense swirl silver shadows deep
Simplifying the sophisticated, in slumbering silence keep
Asher Nov 2024
Whispers in the breeze,
Leaves pirouette, gold and red,
Autumn sighs softly.
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