On a winter evening When I walked past the dark streets Having no idea of where and why You guided me as the moonlight And I discovered a part of me which I never knew existed in me Every night, the firefly producing bioluminescence that passes by, asks about you and I tell her
"He is a collection of paradoxes Controversial wreck and a classical mess Around dozen personalities in one Who is predictable in his unpredictability A poet in relationship with rhymes Who lives in a cozy world called metaphors, Walls decorated with cursing verses, Furniture that bleeds pain"
"Wait! Is he a satan?" Firefly interrupts me.
"No! He is no sarcasam sarcasticbong who is as hard as the moon to own but the silvery luminance he produces is for the universe to own."
@sarcasticbong I can write and write yet not get short of words to describe you. All I wanted to say is THANK YOU AND SORRY.
Starlights = woman's significance Hyperbolic = monopolized or harsh statements . Furnaces = ill ideology of society Severe sights = the eyes of devilish person finding way to harrassment . #timesup#remainsc Don't let the negligible values pollute the heaven Being a woman is achievement in any succession .
Ingredients: A cup of Love A cup of Libido Tongue decorated with metaphors Ten fingers holding poetries Mouthful of verses A pinch of submission Few artistic skills to paint the canvas
Before going onto the procedure, add these for extra spiciness: Set the mood right. Set some candle lights all around your room, playing your favourite music in the background. You can choose a perfume to evoke the pheromones. Have a shot or four to get intoxicated.
Procedure: Pour a cup of love and put the flame on low. Now, read her body with metaphors decorated across your tongue moving from chin to below side of her neck. Run the poetical fingers from her shoulders to curves of her chest and place mouthful of erogenous verses around the curves of her mamilla. Pass a pinch of submission until your souls connect and unfurl a tender electricity increasing the flame so the pride in both of you evaporates. Now pouring a cup of libido, dance over her naked body as she spreads her legs like a canvas hankering for the artist to paint her colours. Wanna be the best artist? Paint her blue, divide into her water, drown deep into her until she sway her hips like the waves of an ocean. Keep drowning until you sense a grape juice produced within the petals between her thighs.