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Her Arch
Her mold
Her curves
Her fold
Her touch
Her warmth
Her breath
Her charm
Her gaze
Her lips
Her kiss
Her sigh
Her pulse
Her skin
Her scent
Her taste
Her moan
Her heart...♥️
I've often wondered who I'd be if I'd made a different choice along the way.
That question stayed with me while writing THATMAN: THE UNLIVED.
It's a story about the things we can't quite leave behind.
By Nitin Raj.
Read on Kindle: a.co/d/09OrmnHm
#ThatmanTheUnlived
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My First voiceover poetry :
There's a person behind all that intensity, and sometimes even he wants to let his guard down.
Not everyone gets to see that side of him.
#poetofromance
#inkandromance
My First voiceover poetry :
There's a person behind all that intensity, and sometimes even he wants to let his guard down.
Not everyone gets to see that side of him.
#poetofromance
#inkandromance
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Maybe the saddest part is knowing I want peace just as badly as I sometimes push it away…
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Close
You live somewhere between my eyes and the deepest chamber of my heart,
so close to me that even when I cannot touch you, I can feel the shape of your absence.
Ask me what longing is.. and I will tell you about the nights when sleep refuses to come, when every silence seems to carry your name, and my hands remember a touch they have no right to forget.
I have stood among crowded rooms
surrounded by laughter, music and faces,
yet somehow returned home alone, because none of them were you.
There is something dangerous about needing someone this deeply..
when their absence can turn a room cold,
when a single thought of them can make the heart race before the body even understands why.
I don’t simply want your presence.
I want the sensuality of knowing you..
the woman beneath the smile, the thoughts you keep hidden, the softness you surrender
only when you feel completely safe.
Come closer.
Let the world disappear between us.
Let your eyes hold mine until words become unnecessary, until breathing becomes the only sound left between two hearts
that have stopped pretending they don’t belong together.
And if you ever have to leave, take nothing from me except the certainty that somewhere beneath my skin,
a part of me will always be reaching for you.
Because you are not merely the woman I long to see……
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That warm star tenderly glowing, within your angelic heart, is my heavenly eternal lit star~
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At Centers Bridge,
Of but a winter's reverie,
Young Magnus beholds his wooden staff,
Then only a faint azure mist,
Dressed in the Ocean's Robe of an apprentice...
To be continued,
Destiny awaits.
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Under the Full Moon, I release every wound that taught me to doubt the sacred power within me. #fullmoon
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