Love

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A Love to Remember

I have managed to pretend that you hate me, that all efforts made were a mistake, that hours spent were meaningless, but this isn’t the case, right?
Does pain signify regret? I regret not what was
I yearned for the danger in us/ in you
You lit the flame/ the wick that forever awaited for a lover to light it ablaze
In the nakedness of our conversations, I unfolded and undressed my soul for you/explored the painful parts of me
You are a riveting madness/ an imminent threat/ a lover
what am I to do when the lover has hollowed out the intimate parts of me?
leaving me empty/ with just memories/ words to remember
I am guilty/ for the lover and the beloved are one/ never separated/ always together in each other

A Praise Dance for Two

Her heart raced with beads of sweat swaying seductively
silently worshiping/burying fingers into skin/a rush unrestrained
A riveting tide of emotions/emotions overdosed in ecstasy
two hearts meeting/met under the night’s sky/ covered in the bliss of passion
her majnun/his layla
the world was their’s /overtaking the night-time/a praise-dance for two

How Does It Feel?

How does it feel to settle deeply in the presence of your partner? To hear the sound of their heart beating in sync with yours.
How does it feel to grab hold of their hands under the covers with no one looking? To know the intimate touch of your beloved.
How does it feel to sit in the darkness of a room listening to stories of their past? To know the deepest sorrows within the prison of your partner’s soul.
How does it feel to watch the moon’s rays kiss the face of your lover in the darkness of night? To see your lover illuminated by the moon’s radiance in the dark.
How does it feel to wrap your body around your lover’s as you both make passionate love away from the chaos of the world? To engage intimately with each other’s flesh tenderly without regret.

I Knew One Day You Would Come

I used to write letters to you in my dreams. Place the address to my heart on the envelope. Seal it shut with a kiss and tuck the letter deep within my heart. I just knew one day you would come to expose the vulnerable side of me. To uncover what should never be discovered. And like all people, I made a mistake. I deeply made a mistake to believe that you would make your way to my heart when you were already there waiting on me to acknowledge that the lover and the beloved is one.

A Lesson on Love: Her Story

I wonder how she feels when he unhooks her, one layer at a time
Exposing little by little the most intimate parts of her
Unwrapping her, to find her as needy, as beautiful, as shy, as seductive, as hurt, as strong as the next person
leaving her vulnerable and exposed
Does his perfectly wrapped, warm hands around her body make her quiver all the way down to her toes in euphoria?
Does his piercing gaze into her eyes cause her heart to become erected in ecstasy?
Does his lips, his warm and welcomed lips, cause her to melt within the kiss?
I wonder how she feels when he says “I love you” gracefully and passionately off the tip of his tongue with no regret/ with no holding back.
Does her adrenaline rush with a racing heart that beats like riveting African drums?
Does she bite her lip, just slightly, extremely seductively, enough for him to take notice, that he had discovered the address to her heart?
Does she count-down the days he will stay or will she paralyze such thought and love without an expiration date?
Does she disarm herself of all uncertainties and allow for him to love her passionately?
Does she admire the way he looks at her when they are alone in the bliss of their own world?
Does she feel beautiful and dangerously striking when he sees her naked and bare in the face that she adorns in makeup publicly?
I wonder how she feels when she is alone
Does she feel dangerously seductive, attractive and beautiful in her own bed/ in her own thoughts?
Does she understand that she is whole in solitude without him?
Does she love herself dangerously and without regret when he is not present?
I wonder how she will feel when she finds herself to be a lover of herself.