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JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 21
In this realm, joy ascends on high,
Like the falcon’s wings that pierce the sky,
Rivers of light, in torrents flow,
Through the heart's chambers, where secrets grow.

As wine, its essence floods the soul,
Awakening powers that make us whole,
A fire unchained, wild and free,
Where thoughts are woven in destiny.

Desires take flight like the nightingales' song,
Whispers of kings from eras long gone,
The world unfolds in its splendour, vast,
A dance of colours, unsurpassed.

In this blaze, I am reborn anew,
A child of the stars, the heavens' dew,
With each heartbeat, the universe spins,
Under the gaze of the eternal sun that wins.

Joy surges forth, like the ocean’s roar,
Imagination endless, forevermore,
As wine, it fills the veins of man,
I am the flame, the eternal plan.
Wings of Ecstasy 21/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
ChrisV May 28
We lie entwined in bed sheets,
Saturated with our sweat.
Pungent scents of *** and wet,
My lips still on your neck.
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Tracing streams of *****,
My tongue across your breast.
Your ***** swell is quick’ning,
My ****, your lips, our breath.
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Pelvis slowly thrusting,
Head swimming through your lips.
Hips bucking from desire,
Slit gliding shaft to tip.
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Chests are steady heaving,
Arms wrapped ‘round bodies drenched.
Hands groping ***** firmly,
Eyes closed our mouths enmeshed.
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Bodies met so many times,
Passion aching as before.
I need you, crave you, love you,
I lust you, even more.
Not wedded to the title.
Saanvi Feb 19
Her beauty is breathtaking,
As she lies strewn on the cursed ground
Raven hair touching and staining the azure lake.
She looks like a tragic romance novel personified.
Hands bent at odd angles,
Dress a bit torn.
It seems she simply got lost in this forest,
Her once pink lips are now disappearing as maggots crawl out of them.
Did she drown in this harmless pool?
There's no blood.
Perhaps she just let go..
Even in death, one can look so pretty..
I can imagine her youthful smile, now her skin is forever frozen.
Did someone come looking for her?
Or did she slowly disperse in the wind?
With nobody caring where she went away.
The sunlight casts a golden sheen on the lilies floating in the pond water.
The now dead woman was perhaps an angel crawling out of the water.
No, she is not a woman.
She is still an angel,
Sleeping peacefully.
What a pity, the cool ripples of the water that once seemed inviting, just suffocate
At the end of the day.
What can give you life and beauty
Can also **** you in the blink of an eye
And that too ruthlessly.
To float in the water,
Like an angel with clipped wings,
Suspended by the weight of waves..
May seem like the dream to live
Until the waves crush your lungs, stop your beating heart, make your skin pale and mark bruises on your hands.
What might appear beautiful,
Can also be hollow and empty.
Beauty consumes and claims its spot without any mercy.
To surrender to all passions of life without thought and logic, to become one with the blue of the sky and the ocean, even if it costs me my life...
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 17
One day we shall meet by the river’s quiet sweep,  
Where blooms, like secrets, in the garden sleep.  

On the right, the florist, her hands so soft with care,  
Tending to fragile lives that grace the air.  

To the left, the trees, so patient, dark, and wide,  
Their roots in silence, where the shadows hide.  

Their limbs, like whispers, reach toward the sky,  
As though they, too, have learned the art of sigh.  

Above us, the moon, pale, her glow so still,  
A quiet sentinel against the night’s cold chill.  

She watches, steady, as our hearts unfold,  
In the twilight hour where time turns gold.  

We shall meet when time, like rivers, winds,  
And silence speaks the language that the heart intends.  

Not in a rush, but in a soft, sweet flow,  
Where blooms, and trees, and stars bestow.  

The river hums a tune so deep,  
The flowers bow, the trees do keep.  

Their silent watch as we draw near,  
A meeting born of calm, sincere.
Where Shadows and Flowers Meet 17/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 15
So let imagination fuel your soul,  
With visions of love that make you whole.  
But trust in the dreams that softly unfold,  
For there, true love’s secrets are told.
Unfolding Secrets 15/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
In the realm of dreams, we met before,
Not face to face, but soul to soul;
Upon the dance floor, we found our chore,
My hand on your back, making me whole.

Hand in hand, we moved as one,
Gliding to the rhythm of our hearts;
Bodies embraced under the moon and sun,
A dance of love that never departs.

Through the music's whispers and cries,
We waltzed through shadows deep and wide;
In each other's gaze, we found paradise,
In that moment, nowhere left to hide.

Whispers of love in the air so sweet,
Kisses exchanged under starlit sky;
A promise of new beginnings to meet,
As we embraced and let our spirits fly.

Being ourselves was all we needed to do,
For in each other's arms, we found truth;
Loving ourselves as much as we loved two,
A dance of passion set aloof.

With laughter ringing in the night air,
Passion igniting like a burning flame;
Happiness and hope beyond compare,
Kindness and joy our hearts reclaim.

In this Dance of Dreams and romance fair,
We found a love that was truly rare;
Embracing self-love without a care,
Our souls entwined without despair.
Written to my GF, dreams of her, often inspire me, from dream to quill to ink, to paper.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 14
To the mind, the heart, the soul of this man,
Whose thoughts in verse like rivers ran,
In wine of words, you are entwined,
A muse that lifts the weary mind.

Imagine, then, your regal grace,
Noble, tender, in every trace,
A beauty rare, both bright and pure,
Enchanting, splendid, and so demure.

Divine you are, beyond compare,
A vision formed from heaven’s air.
Your elegance, a perfect art—
You are the beat that stirs my heart.
Drunken Words of Beauty 14/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 14
O' heart, you've made my soul both restless and weak,
Yet I cherish this sweet ache and her generosity, unique.

For me, this world of existence is now pure bliss,
Her gentle, beautiful words—these are what I miss.

Those enchanting eyes have seized my very soul,
Her stunning gaze has left me beyond control.

O' heart, may her love’s fragrance endure forevermore,
Guide me onward through this wondrous, yearning tour.

Perhaps these are but fleeting dreams of my affection,
Yet they taste like nectar, divine in its perfection.

O' heart, may her sweetness of love within me stay,
This unique suffering shall never fade away.

Like a hidden malady, endless and unkind,
May this linger, until my soul ascends, refined.

Her final moments have set my heart’s fire ablaze,
Afflictions endure, for this is the torment I crave.
In the Wake of Her Love 14/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 14
As the sun sets in colours divine,
I’m bathed in your love, eternally mine.
A fragrance, a beauty, a blissful refrain,
In your love, I bloom again and again.
The Language of Love 14/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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