You lay fearless for the last time, never saw you so in awe and peace

They come, They go, Sometimes They Never Come, Yet Sometimes They Never Go…

Don’t ever leave me

The glass-tinted shade was filled with a kaleidoscope of colors, I saw you in my most lusty dreams, for this is a lust of friendship and nothing beyond,

The passions are similar yet all kingdom starts when they see you the mighty acquaintance of mine, do not know what to do and say

You were always there, and the correct times zoom out of the sunkissed window, you went away in the dark

The light felt the staggering amassing raw nonreaction, for you had smiles, in even broken days

For what if we were society’s forbidden lovers, of penetrating in obverse ways, in loving rays and phasing ways

We both were digitized in favor of you and your dreams. I was lusty and scared of fear and screams.

Never felt the same way when I touched a feminine, your riveting sensation made me lusty but I also feel the heat on my body

The quivering extremes when you sleep on top of me like shallow bedding atop a tree, waiting to submerge into oceans and then fly away

Of screams and lines get drawn, wide big lines, demarcating us, while we break them and fell on the pure air lushed in the green tress flying to the cosmos and splashing into the oceans

The twirling Ocras take us to the shores, even the wreck and doom in water have a love for the forever greedy and violent human

I felt your touch and the warmth for the first time and then you took a deep dive, and I joined into your soul

I cannot see myself as I have merged myself with you, for you, and to you like a host who is a friend but yet sucks your blood.

Dance with me

The Black Sea is shallow and pity pool, like winging westwards into the whirlpool, as if you were seen spotting the eye of the tiger

I came to you to seek the sorrows and replenish your time-bound actions

I came to you for the hope and misery you contracted from the whimsical Zealots

I wished you would thrive hard on my solitary embrace

With the warms and hairs, strong hands, abs and muscles, biceps, and triceps lock horns like a twisting thoroughly never-ending loop of embrace and affiliation to tremor a sense of dread

Dread is nonfinite, yet it is, I see your face like the shiny armor you are

A male archetype with muscular construction we feel the sorrows and miseries of each other like the fool walking on the egg shells

And then the puff and the whiff of air came like an embrace when a man caresses a lady's nether regions for the first time, hot winds blew inside, and the outer lanes

Lanes forbade to be, stripped of everything, self-identity, and even immortality.

No one’s immortal, but the ideas stay, men go and come, new avenues develop, and the raging hunt envelopes.

Humans are never immortal however their thoughts are ragingly influential.

There is fun in breaking the cracks and wounds in the body, so in breaking the prohibition and having that forbidden fruit and as I lay atop you like a shining devil and reckless master

We fight and submerge into each other’s embrace even if the oceans flew again, the sun heated again. The sands tasted salty and the drop below felt infinite

Sorry….

Humans are solemnly funny and reckless creatures, we see frailties and finitude in everything, except for the ones we love

It's an abhorring scene, a recap in my head starts with the deep dwindling letting our inhibitions drop and crop and prop in fractions until it reaches the plexus and the centripetal ground of the ocean

You fell down on the Mariana Trench, as your warm body wanted to become too hot to flame itself again or it can roast you till your bones melt and form manure,

Taking your forever peaceful face away from me

If the stories had to be remembered, the mate in you would have always saved you rather than me in you.

But then you wanted to explore oceans, meet Ocras and fall free flat on the oceans and smell your breath trapped in concentric warm air

You wanted me to enter you, and make love to you, but then you never saw the deeper selves of yours,

And yet you lay still for the stories that you were bludgeoned and bulldozed with, it was a ravaging load on your mind

Tortured and Tormented, the life went with the bird and not with the fishes we met in the sea. For the pigeon was luring even if we had been under the sea happy and blissful.

Yet you lay there peaceful, not even reacting leaving a hole in my heart, to make me sink, sink and sink till I find another hole to fill the whole of me in probably something bigger, wider, and deeper than Mariana Trench.

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