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Shiv Anand

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Read in caption please Sweet pokes by--- Kajol Sahu Sathwika Shetty- Krishnaveni Shreya Rathi--- Tejasvita Varma Aparna Asthna---Rushika Deww - Aadyasha- pankti- Pooja Tiwari Aurbey Kung- --Akshata Maratha Tulasi badiger Excuse if any name missing 🤠 I smell each daffodil in spring. Winter flower is smudge in cold. The summer sweat like a dew drop tucked in the morning petals Me awai

Read in caption please Sweet pokes by--- Kajol Sahu Sathwika Shetty- Krishnaveni Shreya Rathi--- Tejasvita Varma Aparna Asthna---Rushika Deww - Aadyasha- pankti- Pooja Tiwari Aurbey Kung- --Akshata Maratha Tulasi badiger Excuse if any name missing 🤠 I smell each daffodil in spring. Winter flower is smudge in cold. The summer sweat like a dew drop tucked in the morning petals Me awai

Aman Verma

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we lie on bed panting, for we have been copulating each other for hours. It all started with a sensual kiss on lips which later turned steamy as we started biting each other's lips. The aroma of your sweat made me mad, for I lost the control over self and started being wild with you. You were moaning loud and whimpering in pleasure probing me to go for more, scratching me to excite me more. You loved the hickey which I gave and ask me to ride you hard and fast, for you were screaming my name and asking me to go deep. When we are close to our peaks, you ask me to spill deep in you and you arch your back and release. You put my head on your chest and caress my hair to make tender love to me for the time. Tucked in each other's sweat we were born again with limbs positioned in between folds and spaces. Your tongue like a paper wipe has cleanse

we lie on bed panting, for we have been copulating each other for hours. It all started with a sensual kiss on lips which later turned steamy as we started biting each other's lips. The aroma of your sweat made me mad, for I lost the control over self and started being wild with you. You were moaning loud and whimpering in pleasure probing me to go for more, scratching me to excite me more. You loved the hickey which I gave and ask me to ride you hard and fast, for you were screaming my name and asking me to go deep. When we are close to our peaks, you ask me to spill deep in you and you arch your back and release. You put my head on your chest and caress my hair to make tender love to me for the time. Tucked in each other's sweat we were born again with limbs positioned in between folds and spaces. Your tongue like a paper wipe has cleanse

Aman Verma

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we began panting hard, for we lost the count of time when we began. From kisses to licking, our journey began to gel. The moaning from your lips to rhythmic grunts I did, trickling of sweat from our anatomy begin. As the journey comes to an end, you say let's do it again Tucked in each other's sweat we were born again with limbs positioned in between folds and spaces. Your tongue like a paper wipe has cleanse

we began panting hard, for we lost the count of time when we began. From kisses to licking, our journey began to gel. The moaning from your lips to rhythmic grunts I did, trickling of sweat from our anatomy begin. As the journey comes to an end, you say let's do it again Tucked in each other's sweat we were born again with limbs positioned in between folds and spaces. Your tongue like a paper wipe has cleanse

Shree

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One fine day... my fragrance from your diary would fade & vanish, That day, those petals would turn to dust & get blown away.. woosh!! Years later... when you'll feel to read yourself & turn to the same page... Trust me, you would find the folded impressions of me tucked with our sweet memories...!! There is no beginning, there's no end. What "belongs" to this world, shall remains here forever! "One fine day... my fragrance from your d

One fine day... my fragrance from your diary would fade & vanish, That day, those petals would turn to dust & get blown away.. woosh!! Years later... when you'll feel to read yourself & turn to the same page... Trust me, you would find the folded impressions of me tucked with our sweet memories...!! There is no beginning, there's no end. What "belongs" to this world, shall remains here forever! "One fine day... my fragrance from your d

Chitra Iyer

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I miss the child that watched itself in amazement flowering into a teen, The teen that longed to get into the arms of a waiting youth, The youth that was pushed into dissolving into her middle age who till date remains a mad muddle, The middle-aged madness that walks into the unwelcome, unwanted, neglected advancing age refusing to advance, trying to unsuccessfully retrace its wobbly steps. God! I miss myself, miss myself like I miss no other Life took me everywhere, away from me, to a different me, till I lost everybody to meet nobody, now looking at everybody, missing everybody in nobody. Does nobody want me or is everybody missing me too, missing me like Nobody, liking Nobody in everybody, or unliking everybody in Nobody?Time refuses to answer🤦‍♀️ I miss being asked directions or which bus route to take I miss walking in my area aimlessly I miss playing with random kids on the street I

I miss the child that watched itself in amazement flowering into a teen, The teen that longed to get into the arms of a waiting youth, The youth that was pushed into dissolving into her middle age who till date remains a mad muddle, The middle-aged madness that walks into the unwelcome, unwanted, neglected advancing age refusing to advance, trying to unsuccessfully retrace its wobbly steps. God! I miss myself, miss myself like I miss no other Life took me everywhere, away from me, to a different me, till I lost everybody to meet nobody, now looking at everybody, missing everybody in nobody. Does nobody want me or is everybody missing me too, missing me like Nobody, liking Nobody in everybody, or unliking everybody in Nobody?Time refuses to answer🤦‍♀️ I miss being asked directions or which bus route to take I miss walking in my area aimlessly I miss playing with random kids on the street I

kUr Gaglani

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My love n My role model I miss being asked directions or which bus route to take I miss walking in my area aimlessly I miss playing with random kids on the street I

My love n My role model I miss being asked directions or which bus route to take I miss walking in my area aimlessly I miss playing with random kids on the street I

Shail Raghuvanshi

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Shaking hands with strangers turning into acquaintances. Blowing soap bubbles in uncontaminated air. Having a cup of tea at a roadside eatery. I miss breathing air freely with everyone. I miss being asked directions or which bus route to take I miss walking in my area aimlessly I miss playing with random kids on the street I

Shaking hands with strangers turning into acquaintances. Blowing soap bubbles in uncontaminated air. Having a cup of tea at a roadside eatery. I miss breathing air freely with everyone. I miss being asked directions or which bus route to take I miss walking in my area aimlessly I miss playing with random kids on the street I

Sanjana Kumar

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And in this dark, I can't find the shine in your eyes. But you tug at my lips. Prying them open enough for you to taste those words on my tongue. I taste a few on your tongue too. //caption// Stop. -Sanjana Kumar This is a closet stacked up with all possible words we could have exchanged had it not been for the fear. Ripping th

And in this dark, I can't find the shine in your eyes. But you tug at my lips. Prying them open enough for you to taste those words on my tongue. I taste a few on your tongue too. //caption// Stop. -Sanjana Kumar This is a closet stacked up with all possible words we could have exchanged had it not been for the fear. Ripping th

Shiny Benjamin

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// Locks beautified her face // (captioned) Like the long dark night speaking of its beauty, beautfied with its emblishments. Her long black locks swayed in the breeze as if spring se

// Locks beautified her face // (captioned) Like the long dark night speaking of its beauty, beautfied with its emblishments. Her long black locks swayed in the breeze as if spring se

Sai Manohar

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Love is the selflessness of sacrifice in the selfishness of empathy. #smimano Pat survived the crash losing his parents. At 7, he was inconsolable, if not for Sarah, his only friend, turned family now. One

Love is the selflessness of sacrifice in the selfishness of empathy. #smimano Pat survived the crash losing his parents. At 7, he was inconsolable, if not for Sarah, his only friend, turned family now. One