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Beneath The Amethyst Sky

Inspired by the quiet intensity of " La Petite Mort" , this piece seeks to weave the sensations of release, stillness, and renewal into the natural world. The ocean’s rhythms—the pull of tides, the storm’s fury, and the calm that follows—become  a reflection of the feminine experience, where every ebb and flow carries the weight of life, death, and rebirth. Beneath the velvety amethyst sky, The warmth of candles mirrors the stars up high. Fireflies flicker with the same gentle glow, Their light a dance, warm and slow. Lavender thrives where the waves kiss the shore, Its fragrance carried through the air, wanting more. Aroma fills the chamber, sweet and pure, Like coastal breezes, soft and sure. The tide stirs within, gentle and deep, In a quiet rhythm, the body begins to leap. Like tectonic plates shifting far below, Emotions rise, the currents grow. The water swells, higher and high, Pulsing and crashing underneath the sky. A storm stirs within, fierce and untamed, The waves...
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Melting Point

It’s one of those days again The way I’m feeling, it’s insane It’s getting hot in here, don’t need the gym sesh to sweat, oh dear Maybe nights would’ve been more fun with reckless choices, like playing with a loaded gun But lately, I’ve been getting good at catering to my temptations icing my cakes and buns Who cares about those part-time lovers, someone’s new petty chauffeurs Isn’t it amazing to have grown, enjoying the sounds of my moans… 
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Till You Sing

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon,  Veena Rao
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Mirror Dimension

Have you seen through it all? Did your heart ache when the angels took the fall? Were you breathless while you were drowning in that mess? Did you look for the light when it was nothing but countless empty nights? Did it ever feel like this - just a face in the crowd, hiding from the otherworldly kiss? Did you see it all clearly, how you escaped death, nearly?
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Until Noon

I can feel the distance, But my body craves you. I am howling at the moon, Hoping you love me until noon. It’s winter, and everyone is covering up, But I will drop every single layer for you. Will you make the bedpost creak? Like the way we break our Duolingo streak? Or will you be my Count, And leave your marks on my neck? Will you drink away my life force, Or give me your immortal kiss? Who would care about saving it for daylight? We are creatures of this starry night. Will you save me with your sword, Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot ? These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub. Would you do me the honour of the Mile High Club? Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit? Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket? Come get me, while the night is still young, And we erase the distance with our tongues.
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Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.
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Hello Kitty

Hey boy, how’s your Hello Kitty? Always been lame—tell me, is she witty? You go down on her, sure, But can you really make her purr? Once you tasted a sex worker’s thrill, You ran to Seattle chasing a “continental” fill. Don’t we love the truths that cut brutal? Found yourself another to bear your saddle. Before you found a she-horse for your arse, You rode the last one with nothing but farce. Have fun in the land of a fascist, In the end, you are nothing more than a sadist.
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My Tips Get The Job Done

  Boy, you need gold coins and chains, To feel that silky touch. Honey, being with you meant My soul needed a retouch... You might like maple syrup, But I could never build anything with that softwood. It was like babysitting way into my adulthood... You think your presence made it feel like Niagara? Boy, it was drier than the Sahara. Who gave you the license to operate heavy machinery? You never deserved to be anywhere near this sanctuary. Asking women to "blow" you a kiss, When you are the one too "slow" to catch up, And all you are good for is a diss... You need to work because you don't know how real FORCE  works. You get high on your stupid   WARS — How would you ever know the language of the STARS ? Isn't it funny you were trying to teach  me  about fingers? When I can get myself to sing more with my  ladyfingers ...
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