When I make my bed every morning, I feel so confident and self-inspired seeing my bed, intact and inviting. Every time I glance at my bed, its tidiness ignites a spark of motivation within me, ensuring a positive start to the day. One of the most wonderful parts of making beds every morning for me is that at night, without any trouble, my knocks at my door immediately as I lay down on my 'inviting bed!' ©Krishnan #mybed #bed #Invitation #Inspiration #Life #GoodMorning

#mybed #bed #Invitation #Inspiration #Life #GoodMorning

When I make my bed every morning, I feel so confident and self-inspired seeing my bed, intact and inviting. Every time I glance at my bed, its tidiness ignites a spark of motivation within me, ensuring a positive start to the day.

One of the most wonderful parts of making beds every morning for me is that at night, without any trouble, my knocks at my door immediately
as I lay down on my 'inviting bed!'

©Krishnan #mybed #bed #Invitation #Inspiration #Life #GoodMorning

Ravindra Sharma Ravindra Sharma

White hoto ko chum le baho ko tham le .... ©Ravindra Sharma Ravindra Sharma #Thinking #love romance #

#Thinking #Love romance #

Ravindra Sharma Ravindra Sharma

White love karo Magar dil se hanso ma gar muskura kar.... ©Ravindra Sharma Ravindra Sharma #sad_quotes#love romance #

#sad_quotes #Love romance #

Shubham Shakti

White उसको देखूं तो जैसे शाम ढले, तलब है की उसका हो जाऊं। ©Shubham Shakti #romance

#romance

Ravindra Sharma Ravindra Sharma

White duniya love ka samandar hai aur ak hum hai jo kinaro ki talash mein hai ©Ravindra Sharma Ravindra Sharma #sad_quotes#love romance #

#sad_quotes #Love romance #

Divya Shrotriya

Unsplash He is the sovereign of the night, The keeper of my darkness. I seek him as the world turns still, A being untethered by mortal form, A pure, untouched soul. He dwells beyond the bounds of earth, Perhaps birthed by the whispers of a black hole, Or concealed in the mystic embrace Of the Bermuda Triangle’s enigma. He is my new moon, my untamed dream. I dare not see his face— I only crave his presence, The graze of his bare hand tracing my spine, His lips dancing on my thighs, His breath, a warm current on my neck, His teeth grazing my earlobe. Our limbs entwined as whispers rise, His gaze piercing into my soul, His tongue igniting my hidden bloom, And his face buried Between the soft sanctuary of my flesh. I yearn to lose myself in him, To surrender, to be consumed, To be his entirely. Take me as I am, Be my master. ©Divya Shrotriya #lovelife #romance #fantasy

#lovelife #romance #fantasy