To The King Of My Heart

I've dreamt of you each night, wrapped in your embrace,
A warmth so real, I feel your presence, your grace.
Never did I know that I'd be so blessed,
To find someone who sees me, not just as success or a test.

You see beyond the triumphs and the falls,
Beyond the accolades or the titles that call.
You know my heart, my soul, my mind,
You’re my lover, my friend, both deeply entwined.

No quick "wow" or careless "pretty good,"
You notice the effort, the heart where it stood.
Not just flesh you admire, but the woman within,
A love that’s tender, yet freeing from sin.

You're not one to claim or to push me away,
You're there through my storms, ready to stay.
With every step, you hold my hand tight,
Whispering, “I’m here, through the darkest of nights.”

Unlike the vultures who took what they could,
You want to give me the world, not because you should.
You see me as more than a prize to display,
But as a queen, whose heart lights your way.

Until we meet, this truth I impart—
You’re my king, the leader of my heart.
To guide, to teach, with love so pure,
A bond that's unbreakable, steadfast, and sure.

And when you arrive, as I know you will,
I'll match your love, with a heart that’s still.
For you deserve all, the respect and the grace,
Together, we'll conquer this life we’ll embrace.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

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.

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.

Cruising Alone

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